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The summer heat pressed down, but inside Yukie's house, the air was thick with the scent of freshly baked (and slightly burnt) cookies. Y/N was sprawled on the couch, her head resting on Kaori's shoulder, scrolling idly through TikTok. Her phone buzzed, a notification flashing across the screen, pulling her from her mindless feed. It was from him again β Miya Atsumu, the 'deranged weirdo' from Instagram.
She sighed, a small, almost imperceptible sound, as she opened the message. Atsumuβs familiar, over-enthusiastic emojis popped up, followed by a text that made her roll her eyes. Her friends, immersed in their own chatter about pool parties and the eternal debate over whose ice cream was better, didn't notice her slight shift in demeanor. Yet, a small part of Y/N couldn't help but wonder what new absurdity Atsumu would bring to her otherwise perfectly normal summer.
