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"Y/n." There it is again. That funny feeling.

That churning feeling in my stomach. Hands trembling, forehead sweating, eyes wide open. I knew, someday, I'd see him again. I'd envisioned it.

I'd have walked into some store. He was coincidentally there. I bumped into him but this time, I didn't feel anything. Not a single tingling sensation throughout my entire body—gone. And I'd look at him and smile once he mentioned my name, because it had no effect on me whatsoever.

I'd envisioned it, I did. I knew I was gonna see him again, but not like this. The universe has a funny way of showing me it was surely not on my side. 

"Y/n?" The faux blonde looked at the oh-so familiar brunette I'd tried forgetting years ago, a confused look plastered on to his face. He idly looks toward the direction Suna Rintaro was looking at—me. "Holy shit," I can hear him gasp from where I was standing.

A huge smile took over and he sprinted towards me. I nervously sent a smile their way. The faux blonde managed to grab a hold of me, hug me tightly while lifting me up spinning me around. Like a kid who'd found the toy they'd wanted.

"It's been so long!" He exclaims, only putting me down when I'd completely lost my sense of sight due to the force of his spinning.

"You know that chick?" I heard Bokuto ask Suna, fist-bumping Akaashi the moment they were in close proximity to each other.

I could feel Atsumu's strong hands grab a hold of my shoulders to keep me balanced. "Shit, I'm sorry." He lightly chuckled. The sound of his voice bringing me back to our days in high school, when I was their manager. "I genuinely didn't think you were around anymore—I mean, here, in Tokyo. Thought you'd moved somewhere. You always talked about moving away." 

He blabbered, on and on and on. I suppose that's the only thing I remember and miss about Atsumu—how he never seemed to run out of something to talk about. Ranging from the spider he'd seen at the end of his bed early in the morning, to how his farts smelled differently before, during, and after volleyball practice, and him hypothesizing that it was because his energy was different in those three moments. 

I smiled, holding Atsumu's elbows to properly balance myself, before pulling him into a tight hug. "It's nice to see you again, Miya." 

"Stop with the formalities!" He groans, pulling away from our hug before he cups my face with both his hands. My lips now looking like that of a fish's. "It's 'Tsumu to you. Did you get amnesia or something?!" 

I couldn't help but smile. He was exactly the same—not a thing has changed aout him other than his physical appearance. He was way taller now, more lean and muscular. But his smile, his hair, his personality; he's the same guy I'd met when we were 16. 

He grabbed a hold of my wrist, pulling me towards the rest of the group. A few faces remained in the 'familiar' category in my mind of 'people I'd met before,' one of them being the orange-haired kid. His smile and hair was the only familiarity I'd found myself in. 

"Y/n." Atsumu grinned, holding his palm out as he introduced me to the other guys. 

My eyes refused to look at the brunette I'd last seen 3 days ago. And to think, I was so confident as I said my goodbyes to him, only to see him with the rest of the friend group from high school less than a week later. How embarrassing. He might think I was stalking him for showing up all of a sudden to one of his games. Please don't.