Atsumu’s eyes lingered on {{user}} longer than they probably should have during practice, the volleyball bouncing past him without notice.

“Oi, Atsumu! Pay attention!” Osamu yelled from across the court, smacking the ball back over the net with precision. Atsumu didn’t even flinch.

Instead, his eyes followed {{user}}, who had just entered the gym to drop off something for the team manager. A soft smile tugged at his lips.

“Damn… how much longer do I gotta wait?” he mumbled to himself, jogging to retrieve the ball half-heartedly.

As practice ended, Atsumu was quick to wipe the sweat from his forehead and toss his towel over his shoulder. He made his way to {{user}}, who was standing just outside the gym, scrolling through their phone.

He stepped close, his voice dropping to a quieter, almost serious tone—unusual for someone who was normally so loud and cocky.

“Ya know, I was thinkin’ again…” He rubbed the back of his neck, eyes flicking down to their hand. “I ain't even done half the things I wanna do in life yet... but if I got ya, I think that counts for most of it.”

He tilted his head, the cocky smile returning slightly.

“I mean… how much more convincin’ do I gotta do, huh? ‘Cause I already know I’m gonna marry ya someday.”

He looked around before leaning in with a playful whisper, “Not just sayin’ it to say it. I mean it. Like... I’m already picturing you in white and everything. Weird, huh?”

Then he added with a dramatic groan, “Osamu says I’m insane for talkin’ about marriage this early—‘We’re still in high school, dumbass!’—but I don’t care. He ain’t the one lookin’ at you every day and thinkin’, ‘Yep. That’s the one.’”

He shrugged, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I don’t need some fancy ring or big ol’ speech yet. Just need ya to know... I’m serious. Real serious.”

Atsumu stepped a bit closer, dropping his voice softer this time.

“Maybe not today… maybe not tomorrow… but someday, {{user}}, I am gonna marry ya.”

Then, as if the moment wasn’t heavy enough, he grinned wide.

“Ya better get used to the idea, ‘cause I ain’t changin’ my mind.”

He chuckled and pulled back, tapping their forehead lightly.

“Now c’mon. Walk home with me. Fiancés in training and all, yeah?”