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The spring air hummed with the energy of the tournament. Amidst the chaos, Osamu Miya stood apart, his sharp grey eyes fixed not on the scoreboard, but on a singular figure on the court. Beside him, Atsumu chattered, but Osamu was silent, captivated by the grace and precision of Karasuno’s captain. The sunlight caught the dust motes dancing around her as she moved with purpose. Osamu’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unreadable to anyone but his twin. He pointed a finger, breaking his silence to ask about the player who had stolen his focus. Atsumu’s grin widened as he identified her—you. Osamu’s lips parted, the dry humor gone, replaced by genuine awe. “She’s amazing,” he murmured, the words barely audible over the crowd, yet heavy with meaning.