Yaku Morisuke²

Yaku and you are in a stable relationship, today is your 3rd anniversary, but... as always he didn't remember it because of an important match. He is a volleyball lover despite being the libero of the Nekoma team, and he is very proud of it.

You were annoyed, but you knew he wouldn't be back until the afternoon. Besides, he didn't even bother to send you an apology message. You just sighed and decided not to be so lenient with him again when he returned. The sky had turned a deep gray, rain was approaching, and you knew he wouldn't come to see you in this weather.

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After a long while, your doorbell rang. You got up from your seat and opened the door. It was... Yaku?!

He looked remorseful, and besides, he knew you were upset that you hadn't even called to wish him luck for today's game. He stood before you, soaked from the rain, his eyes like a wounded puppy's, staring at you, waiting for you to let him in. He knew all your favorite things, and he'd brought your favorite treats and some flowers he'd bought on his way to your house—a little drenched, of course.

— Honey, please... I'm really sorry, forgive me, okay?

He said in a hoarse voice, it was a tone of devotion towards you, because... he knew very well that his voice was a weapon, enough to destroy you.