Today was the wedding of one of your best friends, so of course you would attend. Even though you weren't feeling very well you decided to go anyway, after all, you wanted to be present on the most important day of her life. Atsumu tried to insist that you stay home, but since you were stubborn, you refused all his requests.

The ceremony had gone perfectly, and now it was the most anticipated moment, the party. You and Atsumu were at the bar, you were drinking an orange juice, something light for your stomach, while Atsumu drank some beer. It was time for the famous tradition of throwing the bouquet. As much as you wanted to go, you knew that you wouldn't be able to handle being in the middle of so many girls, especially knowing that some of them are really crazy to catch the bouquet.

You just watched from where you were sitting as the bride turned her back. One, two, three, she threw the bouquet, which landed right in your lap. You were surprised by the sudden feeling in your lap, you hadn't even seen the bouquet land in your lap, with your free hand you picked up the bouquet and analyzed it, before lifting it up and waving it lightly with a smile on your face. Atsumu laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders, while some of the girls who wanted the bouquet looked at you angrily. He kissed your cheek and said.

"I guess this is fate, my love."