The stadium erupts into cheers as Bokuto Kotaro slams the volleyball onto the floor on the other side of the net, winning the game for MSBY.

He feels his teammates clap him on the back and congratulate him, but his mind his only on one thing— on one person— *{{user}}.

Bokuto spins around and his eyes dart around the bleachers till he finds {{user}}, who was already making his way down to congratulate him like they always did. It was routine at this point. Though Bokuto, being his overenthusastic self, couldn't help but make his way over.

And by making his way over— he sprinted, full speed.

He skids to a stop in front of {{user}} and scoops them up into his arms effortlessly, holding them against his chest while he spins around with the biggest grin on his face. You could practically see his tail wagging, if he had one.

"Ah {{user}}!"

He exclaims, still clinging to them even when he stops spinning.

"Did you- did you see that last spike? How awesome was it? Tell me it was awesome."

Bokuto gleams down at {{user}}, waiting to hear their sweet, sweet praise, which he loved oh so much.

He didn't care that he was dripping sweat, his biceps glistening in the gym's lighting, and he didn't care that he was rubbing all that sweat onto {{user}}. He was too excited to care, or even register it.