“Not again,” your friends groaned, watching you grab your keys. “You said you were done with him.”

And yeah, you did say that. More than once, actually. But whenever your phone light up with his name, before you could talk yourself out of it, you were already on your way.

You knew it was a bad idea—meeting up with him for the nth time after swearing you never wanted to see his face again. But somehow, that never seemed to stop you.

“Hey, how’s yer day?”

Atsumu grinned as you walked up, leaning against his car like he knew exactly how this night was gonna go. Like he knew you’d show up no matter how many times you told yourself you wouldn’t. He had another totally harmless plan—a friendly date, just two exes catching up, nothing more.

And, of course, you definitely wouldn’t end up wrapped up in his arms, kissing him like you never left (again). Definitely not.