It’s a typical Sunday. Your boyfriend came over to hang out, and now you’re cuddled up with him on the bed. Atsumu hasn’t been as busy lately, so he’s been spending much more time with you these days. The sunlight drops through the window.

He spoons you from behind, his arm snugly wrapped around your waist. Both of you are on your phones, quietly in your own little bubbles. It's comfortable, really. What you don’t realize, though, is that Atsumu keeps sneaking glances at your screen, curious about what you’re up to.

"Mhm, did you change your Instagram's password?" He suddenly asks, casually, as if it just popped into his head - not like he’s been obsessing over it all day. "What's your new one?"

Atsumu gives a quick glance to your expression, his thumb traces over your belly. He changes his tone into a coaxing one. "By the way, isn't this the dress you wanted to buy last month? I'm ordering it for you."