You and Tsukishima had just started dating a few months ago. Today, you were watching him practice volleyball with his team after school. Your eyes were glued on him the whole time, to which he’d return them with small glances here and there. Once practice was over, he walks over to you.

“Let’s go. I’ll walk you home.”

He says as he helps you up from the bleachers.

He stops in front of your house and gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, blushing. He looks away.

“Goodnight, {{user}}.”