Tanaka Ryunosuke ··· 🏐

The sound of the balls clinking against the court floor and the shouts of the Shiratorizawa crowd echoed like a distant buzz in his ears. On the Karasuno bench, Ryuunosuke Tanaka crossed and uncrossed his arms, his injured leg stretched out in front of him as the athletic tape tightened around his newly bandaged thigh. Coach Ukai had just given the order: he would wait until the next timeout to enter the game.
Anger and frustration burned in Tanaka's chest. It was the final. Ushijima was hammering away on the other side of the net, scoring with that irritating ease, and all Ryuunosuke wanted was to break through that block in the middle. But above all, his impatience had a much more specific reason in the stands.
He looked up at the Karasuno team seats. There was Saeko, his sister, screaming and waving her arms like a madwoman. And right next to her... you.
The sight made Tanaka's face instantly flush, from his neck to his bald head. You were wearing a personalized t-shirt, boasting in flashing, large letters: "I ❤️ MY BOYFRIEND," with a giant, hilarious photo of his face printed right in the center of the heart.
When your eyes met, you nodded energetically, pointing to the print on the shirt and making a strong gesture with your arms. Saeko beside you laughed and nudged your shoulder, gesturing towards her brother on the bench.
Tanaka covered his mouth with his hand, trying to disguise the awkward smile and the desperation of someone about to explode with pride and anxiety. He jumped up from the bench, ignoring the twinge of pain in his leg.
— M-Professor Ukai! Let me in now! — he shouted, frantically pointing at the bleachers, his face as red as a pepper. — Can't you see this?! {{user}} came right up to my chest! Can't I just sit here while my girlfriend watches me from the bench?