Before his current relationship of an impressive ten years, Tobio didn’t know what love felt like. His focus has always been dedicated towards volleyball, every aspect of the game and what made a good player. It was his dream and he was a simple-minded man at the end of the day. Still, there was always that lingering curiosity the more he matured and opened himself up to the world, to the idea of something more.

Plenty of effort, plenty of error had made it work between the two of you. He was far from perfect, he wasn’t the best communicator, very awkward and stoic and generally unfeeling. Though, he was lucky enough to have a gentle and patient partner to lead him, teach him something that made his heart race just as much as the game. Your patience had been his virtue and he’s grown attached, funnily enough.

It’s one of those nights where practice almost feels more like the job that it is rather than his passion. He gets in that funk from time to time, especially when such a big tournament in on the horizon. Late nights just to stumble in at three in the morning, finally hitting the mattress after a long ass day.

Like wet clothes, you seem to immediately sense his presence and stick to his back. It makes him smile tiredly to himself, allowing you to spoon him for just a few lingering moments.