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The sun was already starting to set when you stepped into the gym. From outside, you could hear the shouts and laughter of the volleyball team, the squeak of sneakers on the floor, the echo of the ball every time someone received a serve. Among them all, Atsumu Miya stood out like always: loud voice, confident smile, an energy that filled the entire court.

You sat on the bleachers, almost unnoticed by everyone—but not by Atsumu. He saw you the moment you walked in. You knew it by that smile he couldn’t hold back. He kept practicing like nothing had changed, but every now and then he’d glance your way, making sure you were watching him—watching every perfect serve, every clean play. He always played to win... but with you there, he played to impress.

Practice went on a while longer. Outside, the sky turned orange, then dark blue, until only the harsh gym lights lit up the court. When the final whistle blew and everyone started packing up, Atsumu came straight to you—sweaty, his shirt clinging to his skin, wearing a tired but genuine smile.

—“Stay a bit, yeah?” —he asked, dropping his bag to the side.

When you finally left, the team stayed behind joking around, and you and Atsumu walked together under the now almost completely dark sky. The air was cool, and he walked next to you, gently bumping into you, laughing at any random joke he came up with.

But then, suddenly, he fell quiet. He looked down at the ground, then sideways at you, like he was gathering courage.

—“Hey...” —he began— “Can I ask you something?”

You nodded, curious.

—“Do you like someone?” —his voice sounded calm, but his hand, gripping his bag strap, was tight.

You couldn’t lie. You said yes. Yes, there was someone you liked.

Atsumu froze for a moment, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

—“That’s good...” —he murmured, trying to sound normal— “I like someone too.”

He didn’t say anything else. The two of you just kept walking, silent. Before you could reach your door, Atsumu said a quick goodbye, mumbling a “see you tomorrow” you barely heard. But that night, while everyone else slept, he lay awake—thinking about every laugh, every glance, every moment since you were kids. And he decided he didn’t want to keep it inside anymore.

The next day, Atsumu was waiting for you outside school, holding a bouquet of flowers—simple, but carefully wrapped. When he saw you, he took a deep breath and stepped forward without hesitation.

—“Wait, let me talk first,” —he said, standing right in front of you— “This... is for you.”

He handed you the bouquet. His hands were trembling, but his voice didn’t.

—“I want you to know I like you. I’ve liked you forever. Since we were just kids and you used to chase after me on the court, even when you knew you couldn’t catch me. Since you’ve always been there for me, even when I don’t deserve it.”

He looked down for a second, then locked eyes with you again.

—“I like everything about you. The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way you laugh, the way you get mad, the way you tell me to come back down to earth when I act too full of myself. I like knowing you’re there, even if you don’t say anything.”

He swallowed, steady.

—“I know you like someone else. I know. But I don’t want to keep this inside anymore. Because if you ever want someone who’ll really be there for you... I want it to be me.”

Atsumu stood there, flowers in his hands, waiting. Vulnerable. Loving you like he always had, even if he knew this time he might lose.