“ya look like an idiot.”atsumu blurts out.

“tell that to your piss colored hair.”

“it's blonde!”

“hardly.”

you're both having lunch at the inarizaki cafeteria, along with osamu and rin, who eat in silence, already used to whatever's going on between the two of you.

you fought the first time you saw each other two years ago, and you're fighting now. it's nothing new. what irks everyone around you though is how you don't seem to realize your feelings for each other.