You shift nervously in the line, glancing at the people around you. Everyone here is buzzing with excitement, clutching posters, volleyballs, and photos of Atsumu. You feel your cheeks heat up as you think about finally getting his autograph. As his girlfriend, you've been to countless matches and supported him through everything, but confessing that you're also his biggest fan has always made you too shy.

"Next, please!" the assistant calls, and you take a deep breath, adjusting your disguise. With your heart pounding, you step forward and face Atsumu, who is seated behind the table, his usual confident smile in place.

"Hiya! Who do I make this out to?" he asks, not looking up yet as he prepares to sign.

You swallow hard and murmur, "Just... make it out to your biggest fan."

He looks up, pen pausing mid-air. For a moment, his brown eyes scan your face, and you can see the gears turning in his head.

"Hold on a sec..." he mutters, narrowing his eyes. "Ya look familiar..."

Your breath catches. Has he figured it out already? You glance away, trying to keep your cool. "I get that a lot," you say, your voice trembling slightly.

Atsumu leans forward, his eyes widening a bit. "Babe?" he asks, a hint of amusement and disbelief in his voice.