"Hey, I’m back in Japan. Just for a bit. Can I crash at your place?"

For a moment, you stared, the words blurring together. You thought about ignoring it. But then again, this was Atsumu, and there was no part of you that could really say no, was there?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before typing:

"Yeah, sure. When do you need to come over?"

The reply was immediate.

"Tonight. I’ll bring food."

And just like that, he was here again.

He showed up hours later, all scuffed duffle bags and a sheepish grin that felt too familiar, like a well-worn page in a book you hadn’t opened in years. His hair was mussed from travel, and he carried himself with that same confident ease, though there was something in his eyes that seemed quieter.

“You didn’t have to say yes,” Atsumu muttered as you let him in, his voice lower than you remembered. “Could’ve just told me to piss off.”