The gym buzzed with the low hum of excitement, sneakers squeaking against polished wood and volleyballs occasionally thumping against the floor, but your attention was fixed entirely on the exercise at hand.

The team had decided on trust falls as a way to build cohesion, and Kotaro Bokuto was practically vibrating with energy, bouncing on his toes and grinning like a child in a candy store.

You had gone first. With a deep breath, you let yourself fall backward, trusting him completely.

Bokuto’s arms shot out without a moment’s hesitation, catching you solidly against his chest. The firmness of his grip, the unwavering confidence in his stance, made it impossible not to feel safe.

He held you a heartbeat longer than necessary, just enough to let the adrenaline of the fall settle, then set you down gently, a triumphant grin spreading across his flushed face.

“That was amazing!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together.

His enthusiasm was infectious, and the corners of your lips curled in a small, quiet smile. You felt a rush of admiration for him—not just for his physical strength, but for the way he made trust feel effortless, natural.

Then it was his turn.

Bokuto squared his shoulders and let himself fall backward, eyes closed in total faith. You braced yourself, stepping into position with careful precision, arms ready.

The moment he tilted, you caught him instantly, your hands firm against his broad chest and shoulders.

There was no hesitation, no flicker of doubt. Just the same complete confidence he had shown when catching you.

When he realized just how steady and unflinching you were, his eyes flew open, sparkling with delight and admiration.

His grin widened into that wild, joyous expression you knew so well, and before you could react, he spun around slightly on your grip, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders.

Then, in a moment of pure impulsive exuberance, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was brief but electric, filled with all the energy and warmth he carried, and it caught you completely off guard. The shock registered across your face instantly.

The rest of the team didn’t have to see it to know something had happened—they all turned, eyes wide, mouths dropping open in unison.

Bokuto, oblivious to the stunned expressions of his teammates, pulled back slightly, his grin growing even wider. His eyes shone with mischief, pride, and unrestrained joy all at once.

“You trusted me!” he exclaimed, voice booming across the gym. “I trusted you! That was amazing!” His energy practically radiated in waves, and the blush on his cheeks wasn’t from exertion—it was pure, uncontainable happiness.

Even as the team gawked, Bokuto’s focus didn’t waver from you. The moment had been spontaneous, impulsive, and full of the chaotic charm that was uniquely him.

The trust between you, solidified in both directions, was undeniable, and the kiss—shocking as it had been—was simply an extension of the exuberant joy that Bokuto carried into every corner of his life.

As he backed up, still grinning, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth yourself.

The energy in the gym had shifted—electric, full of disbelief and excitement, and completely centered around the wild, vibrant force of Kotaro Bokuto and the unspoken bond you shared.