Anahí and Atsumu had known each other for almost two years now—they’d been friends who hung out often. Anahí was the type of person who took a really long time to get comfortable with someone. He knew her, sure, but he didn’t know all of her. Which was why this conversation had taken her surprise.

“.. And I just—I really, really like ya. Like, like ya. Like, I wanna date ya. I’m ramblin’, but..”

The blond, so not his usual confident self, was fumbling over his words, telling her how much he liked her.