It was stupid, even Atsumu knew it. He had no business catching feelings in this mess…not when there were a hundred other girls practically fighting each other just to say hello to him…not when everyone treated him like he was the damn prize.

But somehow, you were always the one he looked for in a crowd. Always there, tucked into your boyfriend’s Dollar-Store embrace, wearing a “happy” smile so fake it made his jaw clench. your lips dry, your eyes tired… untouched in all the ways he knew he could do better…and uncared for in ways he was begging to do

So really, you couldn’t blame him tonight…when your gaze finally met his like a goddamn temptation …Loud party…mediocre crowd…your bf too distracted to see how you were begging to leave…But Atsumu wasn’t…The alcohol hitting him too hard, his brain too quiet, his heart too loud. Osamu wasn’t there to drag him away and Suna wasn’t there to mock him

So suddenly, It felt like one of those “jump now or shut up about it forever” moments And Atsumu Miya has never been good at hesitating when it comes to you.