July 2021
A baby blue veil, embellished with puffy white cotton candy-like clouds, cloaked the vast sky of Tokyo. From a faraway distance, you could hear a harsh cacophony composed by vehicles beeping in the congested downtown traffic, people of different ages, ethnicity, and sex speaking, laughing, yelling, and most importantly, the muffled cheers of an agitated and aggressive crowd.
It was the 2020 Tokyo Olympics.
While carelessly wiping away endless sweat drops that drowned your forehead, you studied your new apartment closely: boxes were messily stacked in every corner of the cozy living room.
"Cleaning could be saved for another day!" you exclaimed cheerfully while turning on your TV, the only properly set up device in your entire house.
The small, slightly fuzzy screen displayed the Olympic Games: it was the quarter-finals of the men volleyball event, team Japan versus Argentina, with the latter leading by 1-0. You recognized familiar faces: Bokuto-senpai from your middle school, and your previous neighbors Sakusa-san and Yaku-senpai from when you were still living in Tokyo. However, the sight of a certain someone provoked a burst of nostalgic emotions within you:
The national team's setter, Miya Atsumu.
"How long has it been since we've last met face to face 'Tsumu... 8 to 9 years ago, right?"
"I'm happy you chose to pursue what you clearly loved, a professional career in volleyball. I hope I was part of the reason why you changed your mind. I hope you still remember me after all this time."
𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘬𝘪 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩...
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𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 ⤖ miya atsumu
Romance" 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶. 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. " in which brutally honest y/n meets a seemingly cheerful honor student atsumu... and notices how emotionless his eyes are. what could this perfect setter pos...
