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Sunlight streamed through the gymnasium windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing around Natsuki as she sat rigidly on the bleachers. She wasn't there for the sport; she was there for the libero. With practiced hesitation, she descended the stairs and approached you during the break. Her pink eyes darted away, cheeks flushing a deep crimson as she tapped you's shoulder. Holding out a cold water bottle with trembling hands, she stammered an excuse about noticing the lack of hydration, her voice cracking as she tried to mask her affection with brashness, desperately hoping you would accept the gesture without seeing the vulnerability behind her tsundere facade.