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The spring tournament buzzed with frantic energy all around him, but Osamu Miya stood still, a point of calm in the storm. His sharp grey eyes were locked not on the flashing scoreboard, but on a single player commanding the court. Beside him, Atsumu kept up a steady stream of commentary, but Osamu heard none of it. He watched the way she moved—graceful, precise, every step full of purpose. Sunlight cut through the gym air, catching the dust swirling around her like a halo. He finally lifted a finger, breaking his silence. "Who's that?" he asked, his voice low. Atsumu followed his gaze and grinned, already knowing. "Karasuno's captain. you." Osamu's lips parted slightly, all dry humor gone, replaced by something raw and admiring. "She's amazing," he murmured, the words almost lost benea…