Atsumu stared down at the photo {{user}} had sent him, showing him how she was doing, giving him vague updates on her life. It was the little contact they’d allowed each other after realizing that they’d never work out, not with their conflicting goals and plans.

His usually smug, challenging eyes were sad, disappointed that she could be doing so well without him. Sad that the universe had forced them to meet when their lives conflicted so.