The gym lights hum above as Atsumu wipes sweat from his brow, spinning the volleyball once in his hands before glancing your way. He tries to play it cool—but his gaze lingers a little too long.

“Oi… ya saw that set, right?” he asks, voice just a tad too cocky to hide the nervous twitch in his fingers. “Coach said I’m improvin’. Not that I needed the reminder—I been practicin’ like hell lately. Wanna keep up with you.”

He pauses, scratches the back of his neck. “Yer crazy impressive, y’know? Both hands? That’s… that’s insane. Not that I’ve been watchin’—I mean, I have, but not like that. I just—ugh, forget it!”

He groans, turning red before firing the ball into the air again, muttering, “Stupid brain… stupid crush…”