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Atsumu loved Spring time the best.
The breeze was filled with the scent of newly bloomed Sakura blossoms.
The vendors that lined his neighborhood market were selling sweet, plump strawberries.
The nights were filled with music and lively conversations from festivals.
The breeze was filled with the scent of newly bloomed Sakura blossoms.
The vendors that lined his neighborhood market were selling sweet, plump strawberries.
The nights were filled with music and lively conversations from festivals.
The slight shift in temperatures warmed him and reminded him of the Summer days fast approaching.
Spring had always meant new beginnings.
But now, Spring meant something new to Atsumu.
Spring marked the end of volleyball season in Brazil.
Spring had always meant new beginnings.
But now, Spring meant something new to Atsumu.
Spring marked the end of volleyball season in Brazil.
And as Atsumu climbed the stairs to the apartment, the soft hum of a Portuguese song embraced him.
Opening the door, the warm scent of Feijoada washed over him and the humming grew louder.
Opening the door, the warm scent of Feijoada washed over him and the humming grew louder.
