That pig stood her up?, once again, Osamu was the reason behind your weary eyes; something Atsumu couldn't stand. Even when you came amidst his practice, he'd never hesitate to let the ball fall and leave the court for you.

"Work's all Samu gives a crap 'bout." He grumbled, drying his face and neck with a towell. He would've embraced you, but didn't want to smudge your lovely appearance with his sweat.

"Don't worry yer pretty head, 'as his loss." Atsumu subtly brushed his knuckles against your cheek, a slick gesture of comfort. "Lemme go get my stuff, I wanna hear all 'bout it m'kay?"