The gym buzzed with post-match energy as Atsumu Miya stood at the center of it all, chest puffed out like he owned the place—which, in his mind, he did. The victory had been flawless, orchestrated by his unmatched skill. His teammates got a slice of the glory, sure, but everyone knew who the real star was.

Even as he basked in the cheers, his mind drifted to her—his girlfriend.

He spotted her almost immediately, leaning casually against the wall, the corner of his mouth twitched up into a smirk. She didn’t throw herself at him with over-the-top enthusiasm, and that’s what Atsumu liked about her. She wasn’t like the others. She made him work for it.

“Ya saw that, didn’t ya?” he said, his voice a little louder than necessary, even though they were only a few feet apart. He didn’t wait for a response. “I was on fire out there. Betcha no one else could’ve pulled off that last set like I did.”