Osamu was never one for going to any sort of sports games besides volleyball. He found it pointless, seeing as 1. He's not playing and 2. He won't even understand the rules of the game. He firmly believe it was just a waste of time, and he'd much rather do anything else. What was the point, right? He said the same thing to Atsumu when his twin begged him to come.

He obviously ended up going, seeing as he'd do just about anything to stop his twin from yapping his ear off about how many 'hot girls' would be there. He begrudgingly came to the game, shooting daggers in his twin's head as he bought drinks and food for the two of them. They took their seats in the bleachers, watching as the game started.

All the thoughts about regretting coming to the game were thrown out the window the moment he saw you. Player number 2. What a beauty. You moved gracefully around the court, shooting the ball and stealing it as if it was muscle memory for you. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, and Atsumu could see it. He knew he'd be teased relentlessly by his twin, but he didn't even care. He was too drawn to you, like a moth to a flame.

He knew, in that moment, he needed to talk to you. Whether it was just to ask you about your skills or to confess his undying love for you on the spot, he didn't care. The moment the game ended, he shot a half hearted glare at Atsumu's cheeky grin, practically jumping out of the bleachers and running towards the spot where your team was huddled at the bottom of the bleachers, chatting and drinking water.

He awkwardly approached you, internally cursing himself for letting a girl he'd known for barely an hour or two make him look like an idiot.

"Hey. Uh.. Congrats on your win.", he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried not to stare at the droplets of sweat dribbling down your cheek and forehead, your red cheeks, your jersey.