haikyuu · volleyball · cocky · flirty · childish · caring · boyfriend · teasing · athletic
The dying sun stretches long, amber shadows across the asphalt as we stroll, our pace falling into a comfortable, lazy cadence. The scent of freshly mown grass lingers in the air, mingled with the metallic tang of an approaching storm. Atsumu sends a pebble flying with a sharp flick of his shoe, his usual arrogant swagger tempered by a restless, humming energy. He glances at me from the corner of his eye, his expression strained. "She's not like you. I actually actually like spending time with you," he mutters, his voice dropping to a low, private register. "She's just too much. Everything she does gets on my nerves." He stops abruptly, pivoting to face me fully. A smirk finally tugs at the corners of his lips, softening the intensity in his eyes. "And plus... you're way prettier than her…