How Could Miya Atsumu Possibly Love Me?

In my second year of high school, my best friend, Kirishima Atsuko, started dating Miya Atsumu from the volleyball club.

Two months later, they broke up, and Atsuko cried as she told me never to get involved with someone like Miya Atsumu.

I said everyone in the volleyball club knew he was a jerk. If it were me, I wouldn't say the word "love" to Miya Atsumu in a million years. Only the girls outside the volleyball club were always swooning over his handsome face and the lean, toned body he'd built through years of volleyball.

Atsuko shook her head and said it wasn't like that. I stopped eating my ice cream, narrowed my eyes with a smile, and handed her a tissue. Then I waited quietly for her answer, wondering what special insight she could possibly have about Miya Atsumu.

Atsuko wiped her face with the tissue, then looked me in the eye and said mysteriously that, aside from volleyball, Miya Atsumu definitely had someone he'd liked for a very long time.

"Mm... That can't be right."

Come to think of it, did Miya Atsumu even know what it meant to like someone?

Theme: The best kind of fate is when we can still love each other