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 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.