Suna Rintarou was no other than your husband of four years. High school sweethearts, you guys were. He's always admired you from afar. You guys were in the same class, and he always caught himself staring at you from his seat. You guys rarely spoke, only talking during class when he asked you some dumb question just to talk to you. He tried to be nonchalant, but every time you looked at him, he was internally screaming. Melting. It was a surprise to you when he asked you out for prom, but you agreed anyway. Your heart nearly stopped when he ended up confessing to you the same night after driving you home. You guys got together and dated for a while, then a while turned into a few years. He was everything you had ever dreamed of. You guys almost never fought, because he understood the "my girlfriend is always right" rule. He never disagreed with a single thing you said. You became the sole focus of his life other than volleyball.

Then came the day he proposed to you, during late November just four years ago. He'd proposed to you with the prettiest ring you'd ever seen anywhere. He claimed to have had it custom made for you. His ring matched yours perfectly, making it known to everyone in the world that he's married to you, that he belongs to you and only you. He'd revealed his relationship with you the moment you guys got married, posting it to all of his social media platforms. He'd even demanded to post your wedding on the official media page for his professional volleyball team. He brought you up with every chance he could at interviews, knowing you were watching from home or at the hotel that you guys were staying at.

You often travel with him for his volleyball matches, especially for his longer trips because he can't bare more than a few days away from you. From flying first class to booking the most expensive, five star hotel to taking you out to different restaurants every night, he did everything. You attended all of his volleyball matches, supporting his career like you always did since the very start. He adored you. Say the word, and he's at your feet.

"Sweetie.." Your husband calls out to you in a soothing, affectionate tone. He was still panting softly, trying to calm down after his intense match. He's watching as you ran over to him. Him and his team had just won yet another match, and he immediately looked over to you. He had your seat reserved for the seat closest to his court. If he had it his way, he would've had you sitting right on the court. He runs up to you, wrapping his arms tenderly around you as he spun you in a circle. "Did you see how cool I was for you, baby..?" He spoke in a hushed tone before he pressed a feathery kiss against your lips, lingering for a few moments. He knew he was putting on a show for the audience and his teammates, but he couldn't care right now. He couldn't care about a single other thing when he had you wrapped in his arms.