You and Atsumu had quarrelled since the day you met. All throughout high school, all through out college, up until now.

”You can have him anyway,”

Atsumu’s name was all anyone cared about. He was part of a great team, he was absolutely amazing at what he did— and he was absolutely beautiful.

”You can have him anyway,”

You grinned, looking down at the girl who was simply gushing to you about Atsumu. ‘He’s so great, he’s so handsome.’ “I don’t want him anyway, girl. Take him.” You’d say softly before getting into your car, driving to the place you did most nights.

”Anyway,”

You perched yourself on Atsumu’s lap, his back resting against the bed frame as the sheets draped around both of your hips. His fingers, lightly tracing patterns on your bare sides and back. Your hand, raked up into his hair as your lips moved in slow synchronisation against one another’s.