Atsumu Miya might be a mystery to most, but not to you. His arrogant charm doesn’t fool you one bit anymore.

You know exactly who he is when no one’s watching—more dramatic, a bit whiny, and, honestly, a total softie. And you love him all the more for it.

Your dorm has practically turned into his unofficial venting lounge, where he spills all the team drama and whatever else is on his mind.

"And then he had the nerve ta tell me I served wrong! Me!” He glances up from where his head is resting on your thighs, eyes wide with expectation. “Ain't that right, babe?"