Here you were again, pinned between Atsumu’s arms as his hips smacked into yours with soft music glaring in the background.

But this was different— it was never serious between you two. Neither of you had to be drunk or anything of the sort, but there was always a way to make the other laugh or smile during the serious act of intimacy. It was sweet and neither of you would change a thing about it. Just two teenagers experimenting.

It was your teenage dream. He was your teenage dream.