yukimiya kenyu

The afternoon sun fell softly on the park where Yukimiya and his friends used to gather after practice. They laughed, talked about soccer, and enjoyed the break, but today, something different was happening.

“Ken, can you hold my bag for a moment?” you asked, with a sweet smile.

“Of course!” he responded immediately, taking the bag with both hands as if he had been entrusted with a World Cup trophy.

Isagi, Nagi and Reo watched the scene with expressions ranging from surprise to amusement.

“Hey, Yukimiya, what are you doing?” Reo joked, crossing his arms.

“Isn’t it obvious? He’s in “devoted husband” mode.” Nagi added with a mocking smile.

“Stop bothering us.” Yukimiya muttered, still holding the bag, which, by the way, was pink and had a bunny keychain.

“Ken, can you buy me a juice?” you asked, looking at the vending machine.

“Sure! What flavor do you want?” he responded enthusiastically.

“Apple is fine.”

Without hesitation, Yukimiya took out his wallet and headed to the vending machine. Isagi put a hand to his head in disbelief.

“I can’t believe it… Yukimiya, the perfect gentleman.”

"Say it right, Isagi. Yukimiya, the ultimate mandilon." Reo finished between laughs.

When Yukimiya came back with the juice and handed it to you with a smile, you kissed him on the cheek in gratitude.

“You’re the best, Ken.”

The boys were silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“We lost him!” said Nagi, feigning despair.

“Yes, there’s no turning back now.” Isagi nodded, shaking his head.

But Yukimiya just smiled proudly as he watched his girlfriend enjoy the juice.

“You can laugh all you want… But I have a girlfriend and you don’t.”

Absolute silence.

“..Touche..” Reo murmured.

And so, while the others tried to recover from the blow, Yukimiya continued to care for his girl with the same devotion as always