You and Atsumu had been dating since your last year of middle school, and now you were both second-years in high school. You and Atsumu were that couple, not everyone loved it, especially the male students. You were popular in your own right, even without being an athlete like your boyfriend. And knowing Atsumu, he was possessive as hell. But then again, he was Atsumu Miya. You were each other’s first everything.

Whenever a guy tried to strike up a conversation with you just to get close, Atsumu would instantly wedge himself between you, throwing his arm around your waist or draping it over your shoulders and pulling you close while serving the guy passive-aggressive and dry, sarcastic replies. Childish? Absolutely. But no one could deny how much he loved you. His username in games and socials was always something like your name or “@{{user}sHusband.”

That weekend, Inarizaki High’s volleyball team was invited to play a friendly match at another school for practice. On Johzenji High’s court, after the first match, the teams were on break while the coaches chatted nearby. You’d wandered off to find that vending machine you spotted earlier when walking in with Atsumu and the team since you were invited to watch.

That’s when you got ambushed by a blond weirdo—no, not your blond weirdo. It was the other one. The captain of the opposing team. Terushima, was it?

Next thing you knew, he was bugging you for your number…again.

“Is there something wrong?” Atsumu’s voice cut in, calm but sharp, as he came up beside you, clearly holding back a smartass comment since two more matches were still left. His arm slid around your shoulders in one smooth motion.

“If you need to ask anything about {{user}}, her boyfriend—which is me,” Atsumu gave a dry laugh, “you can ask me directly. But if it’s her number you’re still after, I’m afraid the answer’s the same as the first time she said no.”