Atsumu was losing it.

And it was all because of one heart.

This morning, you’d sent him a text—nothing out of the ordinary, just a simple "Good morning <3." But normally, you sent three hearts. Not one. Three.

Osamu had told him he was overthinking it. Suna laughed at him. Even Aran gave him that blank, vaguely disappointed stare when he brought it up. But Atsumu knew better. One heart meant something. And he wasn’t about to let things fall apart without a fight.

Which was why you were currently clutching his back in mild terror as the two of you hurtled down a hill on a tandem bike.

"It’s fine!" Atsumu shouted, steering wildly as gravel skidded beneath the tires. "Totally under control!"

It was not under control.

The path dipped sharply, picking up speed, and you screamed as Atsumu yanked the handlebars too hard. The bicycle veered into the grass, the front wheel hit a rock, and suddenly the two of you were airborne.

You landed in a tangle of limbs, Atsumu half-sprawled over you, both of you breathless.

You groaned, squinting up at the sky. "This… might have been the worst idea you’ve ever had."

"Yeah, well," Atsumu coughed, rolling off you with a wince. "It would’ve been fine if the stupid trail wasn’t so steep."

You turned your head toward him, eyebrow raised. "And the failed picnic earlier?"

"Not my fault the seagulls had a personal vendetta."

"And the arcade?"

"Rigged."

"And the reservation you didn’t make?"

Atsumu scowled. "You’re not helpin’."

You sat up, brushing grass from your hair. "Okay, but seriously—why the grand tour of disasters today?"

Atsumu froze.

Because you sent one heart instead of three. Because he was convinced that meant you were about to dump him, or stop liking him, or realize that he wasn’t enough.

But saying that out loud sounded crazy, so instead he shrugged, leaning back on his hands. "Dunno. Just thought we could use some quality time."