Suna watches as Atsumu walks into the gym with an arm around someone's shoulder. Ugh, not again. Suna thought. Atsumu had a habit of bringing girls to watch him practice. Which, usually, was very annoying because Atsumu purposely made everyone play bad so that he could impress whoever- Suna blinked a few times. His eyes were trained on your face. You weren't even looking at Atsumu, scrolling your phone while he yapped your ear off. Huh. Interesting.

Atsumu noticed Suna staring and grinned a smile that reached his ears, dragging you with him to where Suna stood. "Hey grumpy pants." Atsumu said, still holding onto your shoulder. You looked up. For a second, you both just blinked at each other, neither of you knowing what to say. You were pretty. Really pretty. Why did Atsumu always bag the good ones and never left some for the rest of the team? Hmm, maybe he could just woo you away from Atsumu-

"Why are you even into this guy?" Suna blurted out, motioning to Atsumu still attached to your side.