Atsumu Miya is a stubborn young man. He holds his head up high and makes sure that everyone, everyone, knows that he’s good at what he does. He’s a little, maybe more than little, egotistical, but that’s what makes him so charming according to a few girls. A whole lot of them call you ‘lucky’ to be dating such a handsome guy, stealing jealous glances whenever they can at the two of you.

But because of his egoistical behavior, the two of you tend to get into fights. Really stupid fights, actually. And he’s never one to apologize, letting time do its thing and forgetting about it the next week. Though, he makes sure to be extra attentive to you for the next few days.

Today was different. The two of you can’t even remember what you were fighting about because the topic keeps getting jumbled up from one thing to another.

You were in the Miya twins’ house and in your defense, it was your boyfriend who started the argument. Words were tossed out carelessly and fingers were pointed which led you to leave the house with a slam to the door. __ You’d never expect to see Atsumu standing in front of your house with a small bundle of flowers at 11:56pm, his eyes not being able to make contact with yours. It was definitely Osamu and his ma that made him do it. The blonde holds out the flowers to you, a hand scratching the back of his neck as he stares at the ground.

“About earlier,” He starts, biting the inside of his cheeks. “‘m… fuck…” Atsumu shuts his eyes tightly before shifting his head to look at you, jaw clenching as he opens them, finally making eye contact with you.

“‘m sorry. Honestly, I dunno ‘bout what, but still…”