Atsumu’s known you since middle school—long enough to know exactly how much you hate dates. You’ve never hesitated to turn people down, and yeah, he was one of them once too. But somehow, instead of just taking the rejection and moving on, he stuck around. First as a friend, then as something more, and now, even in college, he’s still here. Still waiting.

He’s never been the type to hide how he feels—definitely not his style. He’s loud, confident, always teasing, but when he says your name, it’s softer. Like he’s scared you might slip away if he’s not careful. And maybe that’s why he never stops asking, never stops pushing—like giving up would mean losing you for good.

“How about a date? C’mon, Adonica, take a chance with me.”He throws you that same cocky grin, but his eyes linger a little too long. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right?”