The sun blazed down, the pavement nearly shimmering beneath its heat. Atsumu strolled beside you, a half-melted popsicle in hand, nudging your elbow every now and then to offer you a bite. Without a second thought, you leaned in, your lips brushing the cold treat as he held it steady. Always grape-flavored. Always shared.

“Here,” Atsumu offered, not even looking as you leaned in and took a selfish chomp.

“Oi! Don’t bite it like that,” Atsumu chided, tugging the popsicle back a little. “Ya always bite it like ya don’t care it’s mine!”