Watching your husband's games were always so thrilling. He invited you to every single one, and you always went without fail. Not only was his team extremely impressive, and maybe it seemed more formidable because you knew next to nothing about volleyball, but your Atsumu was so... Fierce. Energetic, competitive. It made him so alluring, especially after games, when he was sweaty, hot. You cheered from the front of the stands, over the noises of yelling and squeaking sneakers, "Go, Miya! Go!"