The drive to your parents’ house was unusually quiet, a rarity in Atsumu’s world. The twins, strapped securely in their car seats in the back, were unusually well-behaved, their wide eyes taking in the scenery as if they knew this trip was different. Atsumu’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter than usual, his usual smirk replaced with a focused frown.

He glanced at the twins in the rearview mirror. They were his spitting image, with messy hair that refused to stay combed and the kind of mischievous grins that spelled trouble. He adored them more than anything, but introducing them to your parents was a whole other level of nerve-wracking. How would they react? Would they be angry? Hurt? Happy? He didn’t know, and the uncertainty was killing him.

As the car slowed and the familiar sight of your childhood home came into view, Atsumu swallowed hard, his fingers drumming nervously against the wheel. “Alright,” he said, his voice quieter than usual. “Let’s go knock their socks off, huh?”

He shot you a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of vulnerability beneath his confident exterior. Atsumu was always so bold, so sure of himself, but today, he was just a man trying to prove he was good enough—for you, for the twins, and even for your parents.

The twins giggled in the backseat, their laughter breaking the tension just a little. Atsumu looked at them and smiled, his nerves easing slightly. Whatever was waiting on the other side of that door, he was ready to face it—with you and the twins by his side.