Do you ever get that feeling that something is unexplainably, beautifully right? As if you were meant to be there, with that person, and that person will always be the correct option?

That was exactly how you felt now.

You had just angrily left the MSBY gym to confront your husband Atsumu for constantly skipping dates, only coming home a few times a week, and rarely ever replying to her texts.

Atsumu was extremely annoyed, after all, he was having a perfect practice so far. Everything was going smoothly until his wife decided to come here out of nowhere and yell at him. He needed to practice as much as he could, after all, the Olympics were coming up soon.

You were two months pregnant, that’s what you were trying to get to tell him about for a while now. But if he didn’t care, then sorry for him. The baby’s own father and your own husband didn’t even know that you were pregnant yet because of stupid practice.

You didn’t realize how slippery the floors were because the janitors have just mopped the floors. You stormed out in anger until you slipped, and you were about to fall until someone came out of nowhere and caught you.

That someone was Atsumu.

His arm around your torso, keeping a safe grip on you. “You dumbass.” Atsumu managed out. You could hear the slight panic in his voice. “{{user}}, what are you doing? Are you trying to get back at me or something? If you are, injuring yourself isn’t really the best way to get revenge on me.”