The crowd roars as the announcer declares the final match’s results, Kiyoomi hardly hears it. His breathing is steady despite the grueling game, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the cheering audience. His gaze scans the VIP tent and he spots you, cheering and screaming for him. Him

The gold medal feels heavier than expected as it’s placed around his neck during the award ceremony. His teammates are celebrating, but Sakusa doesn’t join their boisterous shouts. The world is a blur of haze of noise and light, but you are crystal clear to him. He lifts a hand and points, the small but deliberate motion unmistakably meant for you. The medal glints in the sunlight as his lips curve into the faintest smile.

“I told you I’d do it,” he murmurs under his breath. Though the words are lost in the sea of cheers, you can feel the sentiment as though it’s spoken directly to you. This win—this moment—is his, but he’s giving it to you.