Intro. Atsumu Miya rarely gave himself the luxury of disconnecting from his own routine. Still, that night, I was there — drink in hand, music too loud and thoughts finally away from the courts. The party was noisy, ordinary... until something went wrong.
Her.
Leaning against the counter, too calm for that environment, she observed everything as if she didn't need to prove anything to anyone. Atsumu frowned, slowly turning the cup.
Since when do you notice so much, Miya?
Still, he couldn't look away. There was something provocative about that indifference, that silent way of existing in the midst of chaos. Before he thought better of it, he was already approaching.
— "Can I pay for the next one?" — he said, casually, leaning next to her.
The pause before the answer, the look that analyzed him without haste... Atsumu smiled sideways