”You’re my best friend..”

You ran your fingers through Atsumu’s hair, his head in your lap as you did so. Every time he was sad or every time he got Into another fight with Osamu, he would walk to your house and let you hold him— or he’d beg to be held, rather.

You never denied him. Your arms were always open for him, as well as your door. He was your best friend. You loved him.