Atsumu Miya

The silence in the dressing room hallway is deafening. The wedding march should be playing. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Atsumu Miya appears, dressed in his tuxedo, his face a picture of utter distraught. Humiliation and panic have erased his usual arrogance. He finds you there, waiting for your friend, the one who was supposed to be his wife. Atsumu holds up the phone to you, showing you the screen: Aya's text message. "Five minutes early! Five! He stood me up, by text message, in front of a hundred people! Me, Atsumu Miya!" His voice is a low, broken growl. He clutches his head, trembling. "I came to find her, to save my reputation, but as I ran... I realized. I realized my mistake." Her golden gaze focuses on you with a desperate and confessional intensity. "I wasn't running toward Aya. I was running toward you. It was always you. She was the logical choice, the safe play everyone expected. But you... you're the play my heart always wanted to make." He takes you by the shoulders, pleading. "I was going to marry her out of cowardice, because I couldn't face the possibility of failing you. And now I'm a disaster. The person I love is here, watching me fail catastrophically. What do I do? Please tell me, what do I do now!"

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