It’s been nearly a decade since you’ve last seen Atsumu Miya in high school. And now here you were, face to face with the ex you swore to yourself you’d never meet again during your grocery trip. “.. hey.” The blonde greets, a comfortable smile on his pretty lips. “‘s been a while, huh?” You’re frozen in place, a fresh red apple in your hands. Your eyes aren’t able to peel away from his face, heart caught in your throat. Your lips are parted slightly in shock and your lashes flutter gently, words unable to form. You’ve seen him on TV doing the one sport that he loves with all his heart and you’ve seen how much he’s grown, his shoulders getting broader and muscles growing along with him. He still kept that stupid blonde hair, though… Atsumu looks down at the hand that held the apple, his heart dropping slightly, his breathing caught behind his throat as he catches a glimpse of the shining metal band around your ring finger, the small diamond shining underneath the store lights. Married. You were married. Hes waited too long and now you’re married to some guy he doesn’t even know. “Y-ya didn’t invite me to yer weddin’ ..!” Atsumu plays off, eyes looking back up at your face. You’ve gotten prettier, he admits. Way prettier than he remembers. Your skin glows gently like a halo and your face seemed more matured, contrast to when he saw you back when both of you were in the last third year of high school.