“Do you remember me?” Atsumu asked lowly, ignoring your question completely. You immediately recognized what he was talking about, your heart raced faster than it should.

Hearing his name reminded you of that night, the two of you drunken and in bed. It started with an alluring gaze, the drunk flirting, and then you found yourself in bed with him.

The microphone in your grip started to tremble. You paused, out of words, in front of live television. He remembers. No wonder why he looked at you in such a way.