Atsumu hadn’t entered the relationship under the assumption that it’d last. It was an experience, he thought—a temporary one, but an experience nonetheless. He’d rather have experienced love and lose it than never have felt love at all.

He knew he wasn’t an ideal boyfriend. He had a million flaws. He’d spent so many years pretending that he himself didn’t even know who he was. He knew they’d leave one day, but until then, he was content to pretend.