It was a rainy Tuesday night, the zeros lined up on the twenty-four hour clock. You were wandering around your house in Atsumu's sky blue Lacoste and your knee socks. The house relatively quiet. The silence broke with the dinging of a phone, your head turning towards your phone.

You picked up your phone, knowing who it was even though the number was blocked. Your screen filled with messages from Atsumu, reading misspelled and messy texts, "I am Really sory abt us.." he was probably half asleep trying to type a full message. When the winters in full swing, ain't it funny what he could do, huh?