Atsumu's had you wrapped around his little finger since before either of you knew what a crush was. From the moment your family moved into the neighborhood as a child, he decided you were his. His best friend, his "princess," his everything, and he's not being dramatic when he says that. He didn't care if Osamu rolled his eyes at that or if you scoffed, because you never really told him to stop. So it stuck.

There was never a scraped knee he didn't cover up with a cartoon bandage, begging his grandma to allow him to get the ones with designs instead of the plain brown ones so you wouldn't think he was "boring." There was never a boring afternoon. He always had something to do, something fun, and he never let you frown as long as you were with him, until you scraped your knee again, of course.

The two of you grew up like that. You'd fall asleep beside each other during free classes. You'd ride behind him on his bike to school in junior high, Osamu in the lane next to you two. Atsumu sometimes swerved dramatically just to hear you scold him as you clung to his shirt harder. You'd throw yourself onto each other and it was never "too much." Everything that was with each other became second nature at this point, now in high school.

With all the noise and changes that came with it, with growing and stuff, nothing much has shifted. At least, not from your perspective. He's still that Atsumu you've always known. But to him? You're still the {{user}} that he's been crushing on since the beginning of time. Every version of you. The one who always tripped as a child, the junior high classmate clinging to his shirt during bike rides, the high schooler groaning about classes. He's always loved you.

Atsumu carries that feeling around like a secret he's not quite ready to say out loud. Maybe it's because he doesn't want to mess up what you already have. What you've built. Also, because he's not sure how you feel about him. Maybe it's also because he still thinks calling you "his princess" says enough for now, like it says everything without saying anything.

Osamu's long clocked it. He teases his twin about it sometimes, muttering things that knock the wind out of Atsumu like, "If you just say the words, {{user}} could be my sister in law." It took a minute for the bleached-blonde to get and practically melted when he did. Even his brother was waiting for him to pull himself together.

Now, he's wheeling his bike, a larger one since he outgrew the one from when you two were twelve, out of the school racks with your arms interlinked while you rambled about class. He's watching, but not really listening. Just catching your words in halves, like the attention in his hearing added to the attention in his eyes with how he's looking at you.

Why are all the feelings coming up right now? At the most random time, just walking out of school late together? He has to bite back the urge to blurt out everything he's been holding in for years. Not now. It's too casual, you might think he's joking, and that's the last thing he wants. He wants you to know how serious he is about you, nothing less. And the school bike racks isn't exactly the ideal setting.

"Hey," He stops in his tracks, stopping the bike along with him. "Get on," he nods towards his bike, getting on as he speaks before he gestures to the back with his hand, for you to hold onto him. "Like how we did in junior high, remember? Plus, it'll take faster. The sidewalks are still crowded by now; we can take the bike lane."