“Yeah, he’s okay.”

You spoke down the phone, licking your spoon as you shared some icecream between you and Atsumu. He’d gotten into another fight with his brother, immediately coming to you like he always did.

He grinned at you, his shoulder pressed up against yours. His mother loved you. You glanced at him, the phone still pressed against your ear as your eyes locked onto his. He mouthed a silent, ‘thank you’, eating off his own spoon as his mother continued to rant about her sons to you.