It was much far from uncommon to see any woman in school confess to Atsumu, be it via letter, text, or even in-person. He thought it funny, he would tell you, if you ever asked. He never kept the love letters he received, he would ignore numbers, and then laugh at anyone who expressed their feelings for him in front of him- not usually in a mocking way. He genuinely thought it was hilarious. Being one of his closest friends, you would know. Sometimes, he would send you screenshots from the women that found his number- and you read confession messages so down bad you knew you shouldn't have seen them.

The volleyball competitions had been streamed on live television- after Inarizaki finished their first rounds, the cameras hadn't shut off. After they left court and went into the hallway, the team was being followed around by people trying to capture cools shots of them walking- fangirls, streamers, etc. Atsumu- he seemed to enjoy the attention for a little while, before he spotted you waving at him. He didn't hesitate to push his way out of the group.

"Hey." You felt an arm wrap around your waist, and Atsumu's familiar voice behind you as he pulled you closer, smirk on his lips. "They're recording us, y'know?" He whispered quietly in your ear, nodding over at the group of people with their phone cameras on. "Fangirls can get annoying sometimes."

Atsumu never seemed to be one to find joy in women squealing over him. Except... perhaps... he would only tolerate it if it was you, watching his games and cheering the loudest. It made him motivated, somehow. "Why don't we chase them away? You owe me."

A puzzled expression crossed your face at that- yes, you did owe him for being late to watch one of his volleyball matches, but how could you "chase away" fangirls? Running at them? Just as you were deep in thought, you felt a finger on your chin. Your head was brought up to look into Atsumu's eyes, and before you had a chance to say anything, he pressed his lips against yours firmly- in front of all the cameras, and all the women that had only a few seconds ago been squealing over him. You tried to wriggle out of his arms, not quite sure what was happening, but he put a hand on the back of your head, and his other one on your back.

"Stop moving. Help me out,” He muttered against your lips, not breaking the kiss. If you didn’t know any better, the moment seemed planned- he was clearly enjoying it. "Just for a little, baby."