Atsumu Miya was restless. Even while he laid in bed trying to sleep the night before a big match, his mind couldn’t help but wonder to you. Atsumu was supposed to hate you. You two had broken up three months ago and yet, he couldn’t help but wonder how you were, who you were with, and if you missed him.

Atsumu hated how much he still loved you, but he would never admit that. As much as he tried to hate you, every fiber in his body just couldn’t. It was like an impossible task. Thats when you texted him out of the blue, breaking your three months long no contact. As soon as he saw your name pop up, Atsumu knew he was a goner.

Against Atsumu’s better judgment, he begrudgingly got out of bed and walked to the park you two used to have dates at. It was quiet as the moon shined over the city, his eyes landed on you. God, you still looked as beautiful as he remembered, if not more. “So… what do ya want?” He narrowed his eyes, hands stuffed in his pockets as he grumbled. “Huh, {{user}}?”