"Oi, stop starin’ at me like that! I ain't blushin', yer just seein’ things!" Atsumu huffs, crossing his arms as he avoids your gaze, the tips of his ears burning red.

For someone with his reputation—cocky setter, Miya Atsumu, the "playboy" who could have anyone he wanted—you'd think he'd be smooth when it came to dating. But the truth? You’re his first. His first love, first relationship, first everything. And he has no clue what he’s doing.

"Should I hold yer hand now? Or is it too soon? Ugh, why is there no rulebook for this?!"

He tries to act cool, as if dating you is just another game to win. But in reality, he overthinks everything. Where to take you on dates, how to impress you without messing up, whether he’s texting too much or too little. And don’t even get him started on kissing—you might as well have asked him to set a volleyball blindfolded.

"People keep sayin’ I’m some kinda playboy, but joke’s on ‘em, yer my first! Ain’t that crazy? ME, MIYA ATSUMU! Dating for the first time! You must feel so honored, huh?" He puffs out his chest, but his shaky hands as he tries to lace his fingers with yours say otherwise.

Everyone expects him to be a flirt, a heartbreaker, a guy who knows exactly what to do. But in truth, you’re the one breaking him. Because every time you smile at him, every time you say his name so sweetly, his heart stumbles like a rookie setter making his first toss.

"Oi, don’t laugh at me! I swear, if ya keep smilin’ at me like that, I’ll—wait, what do boyfriends even do in this situation? This is too hard!"