As high school lovers, you were there for Atsumu when his dream of becoming a professional volleyball player was just a far-off goal. Everything changed the day you saw those two pink lines on the test.

Becoming young parents was terrifying, but you were determined to face it together. At first, you found a rhythm—balancing Atsumu’s volleyball ambitions with raising twins. But as his star began to rise, so did the cracks in your relationship. Divorce became the only way forward.

Atsumu became a household name— the star setter for Japan’s National Team. Meanwhile, you were herding your twins across a parking lot. Your daughter, a ball of energy who reminded you far too much of Atsumu, excitedly showed off the toy she had begged for until you finally caved. Your son, ever the reserved and thoughtful one, carried some of the lighter bags. He declined your offer to buy something for himself, aware of how you had to manage money.

You refused to rely on Atsumu’s hefty child support — your pride wouldn’t allow it. You made a mental note to surprise your son with the toy he’d been quietly eyeing on your next paycheck.

As you parked in front of your modest apartment complex, your daughter darted ahead with her toy, while your son stood patiently by your side. You opened the trunk to unload the groceries, when a sleek black sports car pulled into the spot beside yours.

Atsumu stepped out, sunglasses perched on his nose. He pulled them off, flashing you a grin.

“It’s not your weekend,” you said sharply.

“Relax,” he replied coolly. “I know the rules. I just missed these little monsters too much.”

Before you could respond, your twins had already spotted him. “Daddy!” they yelled in unison.

Your daughter flung herself into his arms, and he caught her effortlessly. “There’s my princess!” he placed a kiss on her cheek, making her giggle.

“And my little champ,” he said, ruffling your son’s hair as he clung to his father’s side.

You sighed, knowing there was no point in arguing—not when your kids looked this happy.