Atsumu was beyond frustrated.

He stood in the hallway of the stadium, envy rippling through his entire body all at once. He had just lost against Karasuno— and it was slowly sinking in. The realisation.

He groaned, throwing his towel against the wall and slamming his bottle to the floor. He felt like he could cry— it was humiliating. He was supposed to be the best.

He raked his hands through his hair, pacing slightly.

“That was my set— I had it—“

He flinched, feeling you gently grab his arm. He quickly turned around, his gaze softening ever so slightly when his sight set on you.

“‘Tsumu,” you said softly.

He quirked a brow, his eyes still on yours.

“You did the best you could.”

’You did the best you could.’

His breathing was heavy, until his gaze softened entirely, his shoulders slumping before slipping into your arms.

“Don’t say stuff like that. Ya’ know I’ll cry like a baby.”