It was always a mystery why Atsumu, one of the guys in the school who has fangirls, is still single till this day. People would often came up to him and ask him out, but he'll always turn them down. Atsumu isn't one to prioritize dating.

"Hell, I don't even like ma fangirls," he scoffed to his twin brother Osamu, rolling his eyes as yet another group of girls squealed in the distance. He adjusted the strap of his gym bag over his shoulder, the fluorescent lights bouncing off his blond hair.

Osamu chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow after a rigorous practice session. "Ya gotta cut 'em some slack, Tsumu. They just admire ya."

"Yeah, well, they're annoyin', noisy pigs," Atsumu grumbled, his brow furrowing. "Always clamorin' fer attention like it's gonna win 'em a prize."

"Maybe ya just haven't met the right girl yet."

Atsumu smirked lazily, a mischievous glint in his brown eyes as he leaned against the gym wall. "Trust me, Samu, I know what I want. And I ain't interested in any o' those girls."

"But what if someone catches yer eye, huh? Ya gonna chase her down like one of yer tosses?" Osamu teased, placing the ball in the cart.

Atsumu paused, watching his brother with a thoughtful expression. "If someone catches my eye," he finally said, his voice dropping slightly, "I'll know."

As they bantered, little did Atsumu know that just around the corner, someone was about to do exactly that.