You sighed as the clock showed 20:05 PM. Miya Atsumu had officially stood you up again. The customers and waiters at the cozy restaurant stared at you with pity as you left a tip for the waiter who had been checking up on you throughout the evening. Gathering your things, you tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest.

Just as you stepped outside into the cool night air, your phone buzzed. A message from Atsumu:

"Hey, I'm so sorry. Practice ran late again. Can I make it up to you? Please don't be mad."

You stared at the screen, conflicted. You loved Atsumu, but how many times could you forgive the same mistake? You took a deep breath, contemplating your next move.