You always called Atsumu when you were walking home.

You guys were good friends— knowing each other since middle school. It came naturally to you both to be so comfortable around each other. It had been that way since the day you’d first met. Your friendship was one that was intimate. Gentle. He’d hold you when you were sad and you’d rake your fingers through his hair when it was a mess after practice.

“Okay— I’m gonna go because I’m home.”

You said down the phone, walking up the driveway of your house.

“Okay. Yer sure you’re alright?” He asked, pushing his hair from his face— pushing the phone closer to his ear as if it would bring you closer to him. God, he just wanted you closer to him. All the time.

“I’m sure,” you said softly.

“Love you! Bye.”

You hung up the phone— and Atsumu just stared. Did you just?—

He pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at your contact. A smile slowly spread on his face, his cheeks flushing ever so lightly.

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The next day at practice was a rainy one, so everyone was staying behind a little longer as they waited for the rain to clear up.

You sat on the steps outside of the gym, looking out at the rain. Taking in the sight. You turned your head as someone bumped shoulders with you, seeing Atsumu. He glanced at you, his eyes raking over your face— your pretty, pretty face. He grinned at you, his gaze softening.

“Love you too, by the way.”