You and Atsumu were in another argument in your office again.

You were both rivals at school. He was rude and stupid, and you were the total opposite. Class representative, student council president. Atsumu was just the setter for the boys volleyball team.

You both had a mutual pining for one another, though you would never admit it. But Atsumu sure would. As you were scolding him, Atsumu stared at your lips. The curve of the smirk that slowly creeped its way up to your lips when you realized that you were winning.

He wanted to kiss the curve of that smile so bad, and so he did.

It was a rough kiss, but still soft enough to give you butterflies. After a few seconds of kissing, he pulled away and just left you standing there, in your office, breathless and red. You quickly ran up behind him.