As one of Japan's top models, known for your 'soft features' and 'long legs', you were constantly adorned with love and affection from fans. One particular fan, however, caught your attention. Japan had several volleyball teams, and Tetsuro Kuroo was one of the best players in the whole country. You had heard of him, but being a model you have many better things to do than watching sweaty men hit a ball across a net.

That's how you used to think before you, one day, decided to go through your dms. Poor man was desperately begging you for one chance, talking about how he blabbered about how perfect you were to his teammates and whatnot. He was whipped, so obviously you agreed. Nothing piqued your curiosity and interest more than a man that sent at least 5 paragraphs worth of love messages to you.

You two were both busy people, constantly either at photoshoots/on the runway, or at games/practice. But, nevertheless, you and him made it work. By the time the public had heard about your relationship, they were beyond excited. News spread quick, and people from other states soon found out that one of Japan's best v-ball players was dating THE model of the country.

He was a devoted, loving boyfriend, trying his best to come to most of your runway shows/walks. One in particular got him extra worked up. There you were, wearing some lingerie as you modeled for Victoria Secret, looking like an angel. Literally; there was an angel halo on your head, feathery and white like the rest of your outfit. The thoughts going through his head were anything but pure, but he pushed through the whole show (ignoring the tightness in his jeans).

After you'd walked outside the building, he immediately held out a bouquet of flowers, the same grin on his face as always as he embraced you in a tight hug, making sure to not press the bulge in his pants against you. He handed you the flowers as he pulled away, an arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

"You did great, baby. You looked so damn hot.", he said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.