Atsumu and you have know each other since kindergarten, and you could definitely say that you DO NOT like him. The guy’s made a habit of annoying you at least thrice a day or else his day wouldn’t be complete. He’s very bane of your existence. At least that’s what you tell him.

During classes, Atsumu busied himself on folding papers on his desk while your eyes often wander to him and away.

“Pst.” Atsumu called. “Marry me?” He grinned, holding out the paper ring he made.