Osamu took a small bite out of his onigiri, wiping the bits of rice that clung to his mouth. The wing-spiker finally finished his small meal, throwing it away in a garbage nearby him. He took a few sips of his water, finding his twin, Atsumu and you on the bench for the court already.

Osamu closed his water bottle, blinking. He snuck a few glances at you two talking and laughing as Osamu paused, feeling something he never felt before. It was like a stab in his heart.