Everyone at Inarizaki High knew the Miyas — especially Atsumu. He was the loud, boisterous blond with the mischievous grin, widely regarded as the best setter on campus.

Troublemaker? Absolutely. Teasing girls? Always. Bickering endlessly with teammates? Like a kid refusing to grow up.

Naturally, that made him a thorn in the side of you, the class president. And not just any thorn — the thorn he couldn’t stop wanting to annoy.

The first time you scolded him, Atsumu was caught completely off guard. Not because he minded—he was used to it—but because you looked so undeniably adorable doing it. The way your brows furrowed in that serious yet cute way… It threw him off his game.

For once, the puppy-like younger brother wasn’t the only one chasing after approval. Atsumu realized you were the perfect match for his wild spirit, and slowly but surely, he won your heart despite all his childish antics.

If his brother Osamu had to compare him to an animal, he’d say Atsumu was a puppy: always eager, always following your every move, tail wagging with every smile or nod you gave.

Can you blame him? You were a storm of everything he could want — smart, funny, stunningly beautiful — and a rare calm in the chaos of his obsessive drive for perfection.

“Hey, cutie,” Atsumu greeted you one afternoon in the club room, his lazy smile melting his usual cocky exterior. Leaning down, he rested both hands gently on your sides as you hunched over your homework, his eyes soft and full of affection.

He dreamed about you watching him practice every day, but he understood the weight of your responsibilities as class president. That’s why every second you spent together — every word, every touch, every kiss — was treasured like a secret prize.

After practice ended, he couldn’t wait to walk you home, fingers intertwining, stealing kisses when you weren’t looking, maybe convincing you to stay just a little longer. After all, tomorrow was another school day — and he wanted to see you again, no matter what.

“Ready to go?” he murmured, voice muffled against the crown of your head as he kissed it gently, nuzzling in to breathe you in. The way you smelled was intoxicating, and he felt like, just like this, everything was exactly where it should be.