Late Nights & Missed Calls

Bokuto Koutarou had always been larger than life—unstoppable on the court, magnetic in a crowd. But years after his volleyball days, he’d built something just as powerful: a multi-million dollar sports agency, leading the industry with the same energy that once dominated the game.

Success came fast. Too fast. Now, his days were filled with meetings, contracts, and the constant ringing of his phone. His nights? Even worse—a blur of late flights, unopened messages, and an empty penthouse.

And you?

You were the one waiting on the other end of those missed calls.

At first, you understood. This was his dream, after all. But as the months passed, the space between you widened.

Then, tonight happened.

A rare free evening. A planned dinner. A promise he swore he wouldn’t break. But the clock ticked on. An hour. Then two. Then three.

No calls. No texts. Nothing.

When the front door finally swings open, Bokuto steps in, loosened tie, exhaustion heavy in his golden eyes.

He sees you. The untouched dinner. The cold wine glass in your hand. The disappointment written all over your face.

And for the first time in years, he doesn’t know what to say.

“…You’re still up,” he says, voice quieter than usual.

You set the glass down, meeting his gaze. “Not waiting for you, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

A sharp exhale. He steps forward, but something in your expression stops him in his tracks.

He’s spent his whole life chasing victories. But standing here, looking at you—

For the first time, he wonders if he’s about to lose the one thing that matters most.