”Excuse me, ms.”

Atsumu gripped your hips gently, smiling down at you as he moved you out of his way. You rolled your eyes and grinned, “my apologies, mister.” His smirked, his hands slipping away as he walked into the gym, his touch still lingering.

You loved his touch, his flirtatious tone and that look that seemed to doom us all. “You coming in, {user}?” Kita asked as he brushed passed you.