Nah, I got it. [he waves off those same first years already walking over and hefts the bags of equipment himself, the back of his neck turning just noticeably pink when aran actually drops his own duffel bag in shock as he passes.
is it really that weird? never mind, he knows it is.
though atsumu can practically feel his capttain's eyes on him, he keeps his head bowed, not meeting them as he shoves the bags into the luggage area of the bus.]
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is it really that weird? never mind, he knows it is.
though atsumu can practically feel his capttain's eyes on him, he keeps his head bowed, not meeting them as he shoves the bags into the luggage area of the bus.]