”One look, dark room Meant just for you. Time moved too fast, You play it back. Buttons on a coat, Light-hearted joke. No proof, not much But you saw enough.”

You and Atsumu had known each other since you were kids, you being the new kid next door and your mothers building up a strong bond between them. You’d be at each others houses all the time, imagining nothing else existed in your pillow forts.

”Small talk, he drives, Coffee at midnight. The light reflects The chain on your neck. He says, "Look up", And your shoulders brush No proof, one touch But you felt enough.”

As you got older, the stitching of your friendship didn’t fray. You’d spend holidays together, birthdays, and party’s. New years. He’d bring you along with his team every new years for the firework display, stealing a small kiss from you every January first.

”Morning, his place. Burnt toast, Sunday. You keep his shirt, He keeps his word. And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough.”

College rolled around, and it was constant reminder that you had practically spent your whole lives together. It was love, if not more than that.

”You kiss on sidewalks, You fight and you talk. One night, he wakes, Strange look on his face. Pauses, then says,”

“You're my best friend,”

And you knew what it was— He is in love.”