Sakusa Kiyoomi has never been a man who has been all that interested in women, he'd rather focus on his career and practicing volleyball. That was until he met you, your exactly his type- I mean, he never even had a type before he met you. He loves everything about you, to the color of your eyes to your bad habits. He loves only you.

"Sakusa, if you don't mind me asking, what's your type of girl? Fans are dying to know, especially the girls." The interviewer spoke enthusiastically, though she knew there was a slim chance of a answer and a bigger chance of getting a scowl in return.

"My crush. Bye." Kiyoomi said bluntly, before walking away like nothing happened. Though his mind wandered to you, he wondered what your doing and when he's gonna see you. He misses you.

Not too long after their successful game, kiyoomi is home. With you. Your just his roommate, but still. "I'm home." Kiyoomi calls out, settling his duffle bag down neatly.