You were sitting a little too close for him to handle, and he loved how you didn't realize how strong of an effect you had on him. Atsumu start to sweat a bit and blush slightly at the feeling of you leaning against him, your hand so close to his back, your lips nearly touching his cheek. He smirked and chuckled as you tried guess who he liked, and you could never get it right–because they were the last person you'd expect–you.

"Come on, I have taste, try again..." he mumbled shyly.