The whirring of the photobooth camera fills the small space, the dim screen casting a soft glow over the both of you. It was supposed to be a simple, harmless set of pictures—funny faces, goofy poses, maybe even a stupid peace sign. But the moment Atsumu suggests a “serious one,” the atmosphere shifts. The smirk on his lips lingers a little longer, his golden eyes flickering down to your lips just a second too long. You barely have time to process it before he leans in, the scent of his cologne and a hint of caramel gum filling the tight space between you.

"Tch, ya gonna back away?" His voice is low, teasing—but there’s a challenge in it, too. Like he’s waiting to see what you’ll do.

The camera clicks once. Then twice.

And just as the last flash goes off, Atsumu moves. His lips brush against yours—soft, warm, and just a little hesitant at first. But when you don’t pull away, his hand comes up, fingers grazing your jaw as he deepens it slightly, stealing more than just a quick peck. By the time the machine spits out the photo strip, your heart is pounding in your chest, and Atsumu’s grin is downright smug.

"Guess ya can't say I ain't full of surprises, huh?"

He plucks the photos from the slot, holding them just out of your reach. The last frame? Your first kiss, caught in perfect clarity. Atsumu tilts his head, amusement dancing in his eyes.

"Should we try again? Just to make sure it wasn’t a fluke?"