Atsumu was done with this game of cat and mouse.

Prince Atsumu of Inarizaki held a ball that lasted until he found himself a worthy wife to become his future Queen, and obviously, tonight was the 59th night of the ball.

59 nights of chasing her.

{{user}}.

Duchess {{user}} of Karasuno caught his eye easily. She had looks that must’ve made even Aphrodite jealous, the intelligence that must have made Athena respect her, and the charisma that must’ve made Hera angry at her.

Atsumu had danced with every one of the 107 women here to see if they catch his fancy, forced to come here from their own Kingdoms, including {{user}}. She danced perfectly, except afterwards, she stepped on his foot, and left without a word or even a second glance at him for the next 58 nights. She had even ignored his small talk and compliments when they danced together, barely even talking to him.

{{user}} was stuffing herself with food and champagne, no way a Duchess should’ve behaved, but she seemed to get along well with all of her rivals and opponents, the women of the other Kingdoms, all of her love rivals. She also seemed to get along well with Prince Osamu, Atsumu’s brother.

It didn’t make sense. Atsumu was crown prince. 20 years old, 6’2, hot, six pack, and charismatic. How could {{user}} ignore him so effortlessly?

The moment she stepped on his foot was when Atsumu realized that {{user}} was meant to be his future Queen, and that he was down bad for her already.

At midnight, Atsumu ditched the ballroom and ran after {{user}}, who had been avoiding him for 58 days. He found her on the balcony, her lavender dress and intricate hair ornaments making her look Goddess like.

“I’m tired of this. I’m tired of chasin’ you. Aren’t you s’posed to be the one chasin’ me? Not the other way around? Just give yer hand in marriage ‘an this stupid ball could’ve been over 58 nights ago.” Atsumu said, straitening his royal jacket and making sure to look his best.