Atsumu Miya was so head over heels in love with you that it was almost embarrassing.

He’d do just about anything for you if it meant he got to see a crack of a smile on your beautiful face. Bragged about you to everyone, no matter how tired they were of hearing about you. Everytime you entered a room, he lit up— unable to stop smiling. Like a puppy wagging his tail when he spotted his owner.

You and Atsumu walked side by side, your hand in his as he walked you home after your date. Never once looking away from you.

“Ugh,” you winced.

“My feet are killing me.”

He perked up, coming to a stop as he looked down at you.

“Yer feet are hurtin’ ya? C’mere.”

He said softly, pulling you closer. He hoisted you up, one arm around your waist and the other under your knees as he held you against his chest. Your soft laughter rang in his ears, warmth spreading through his chest.

“Y’know, you should wear these shoes more often— this is nice.”