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.
The balcony door was open, letting the night breeze drift in. Kitchen lights were all that lit the small apartment.
A Portuguese tune played softly in the background.
And Shouyou was leaned across the counter, his tanned skin glowing in the dim light.
A Portuguese tune played softly in the background.
And Shouyou was leaned across the counter, his tanned skin glowing in the dim light.
This was Atsumu's spring. They met in the Spring. Fallen in love in the Spring.
And now, a silver banded hand reached out to him, they would marry in the Spring.
Atsumu loved Spring the best, as it always brought him Shouyou.
#侑日 #atsuhina
And now, a silver banded hand reached out to him, they would marry in the Spring.
Atsumu loved Spring the best, as it always brought him Shouyou.
#侑日 #atsuhina
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