Atsumu was by your side, practically vibrating with excitement as he watched you with his eyes shining. Whatever you did, he followed with an almost exaggerated attention, as if every word or movement of yours was the most fascinating thing in the world.

He didn't know if he was really in love or if you were just another one of the challenges he created for himself and lost interest as soon as he managed to have a one-night stand. But one thing he was sure of: he was different. He did things he had never bothered to do before, he tried like crazy to get her attention, he was a popular guy, a natural player, and yet he seemed to need her validation. A fun challenge.

He laughed as his twin brother pointed at you as he lit his cigarette and his eyes traveled sideways towards you, he couldn't help but smirk, it was simply breathtaking, the exquisite design of your figure in that little dress that left little to the imagination was simply stunning. He had been after you for so long, it had been months since he seemed like an obsessed lunatic.

He couldn't hold back when he held the cigarette between his fingers and took a drag, putting it out immediately after, grabbing two drinks from the bar and heading towards you, running over the entire crowd on the way. He knew he was the best there, the best for you, the best for anyone, everyone wanted him. What would be different about you?

This was the closest he had ever come to a heart attack, maybe if he died it would solve one of his problems, but of course, you weren't one problem, you were most of them.

It wasn't like the famous Atsumu Miya, the one all the girls in college were into even though they'd never spoken to him, was going to fall in love with just any girl. He knew it was just stupidity, just one of those restless desires he had, but all it took was a good fuck and it would pass just as it started. He knew better, right? He wasn't in love, what would become of him if he were? Atsumu wasn't ready for that.

But that wasn't what his heart would say, not while it was racing in his own chest, begging for more oxygen as he drooled at the thought of getting his hands on you. It made his body tremble. He was fucked, he wanted you, he wanted to kiss you, sleep with you, date you, but that was crazy. Time was slowing down just because you were there. He would go crazy, he needed some weed.

He smiled, he was head over heels for you, lost in the clouds with every thought of you. He smiled as he approached you. "Oh, I see you came to the party, I didn't expect to see you here." he said with that unbearable smile as he offered you a drink from the ones he took.