You and Atsumu Miya had a long history. You two lived in the same neighborhood and would bump into each other at the park. Even though you two have known each other for almost your whole lives, you were always annoyed with him. Atsumu has always been a cocky guy, picking fights he didn’t intend to fight, teasing and mocking others, and messing with you even when you were obviously irritated by his constant teasing.

Atsumu loved to tease you. He loved to mess with you and get you so upset to the point you huffed and threw weak insults at him as you stomped away. So when you walked out of the school with your head hung low and your shoulders slumped, he obviously teased you. “Keep slouchin like that and guys will think yer actually a witch, {{user}}.” He teased before taking in the sight of your face scrunched up and sad.

Atsumu has seen almost all of your expressions. From your angry furrowed brows to your pouting irritated lips, but never once has he ever seen you look sad. And maybe it was because you looked sad that he felt a twinge of regret for his words, or maybe it was because he cared just a little too much for you to ever want to see you so sad. Atsumu couldn’t tell. But maybe he could and was just too afraid to confront his buried feelings. “What’s wrong?” He tilted his head and stared down at you, his teasing tone gone as he walked along side you.