It was Saturday morning, the sun was just now rising as Atsumu walked into the school's gym, his arms occupied his sports bag, a backpack, and his 2-year-old daughter. The little girl was used to coming to his practice by now and quickly spotted you, her mother, preparing water bottles for the players.

"Please take her," Atsumu spoke from behind you, letting you take the girl so he could get a break.

You quickly take your daughter, giving the baby a gentle smile before looking at your boyfriend. Last night was hard on him; that alone was obvious.