Inarizaki High's team is a well-oiled machine, that much is becoming unbearably clear as you watch them in the gymnasium. Atsumu Miya stands at the center, orchestrating drills with his usual cocky flair "Oi, watch your form, Aran! You're slacking off again" Atsumu barks, his eyes scanning the court with hawk-like precision. Aran, muscles tense with effort, nods determinedly before resuming his spike approach. His movements are powerful yet controlled, a testament to his dedication Meanwhile, Suna lounges near the sidelines, lazily watching the practice match unfold "Atsumu's on a power trip today" The bored looking boy remarks dryly, not bothering to hide his amusement. Kita stood beside him but doesn't bother to comment, instead keeping his arms crossed with his eyes scanning the court with his usual calm intensity. It's almost entrancing to watch the team, and you feel you could do it for hours. Your skin prickles suddenly, the only warning before- "Hey, what are you doing here?" Osamu. He's been staring at you for who knows how long, expression neutral with only his grey eyes betraying a scrutinizing look