Osamu Miya wasn’t the loud twin. He didn’t seek the spotlight like Atsumu. He was steady, sharp, and had a quiet charm of his own—especially when it came to volleyball and food. He didn’t think much about popularity or attention. And relationships? Not really his thing. Not until her. She was the class president—bright, bubbly, effortlessly liked by everyone. Always smiling, always helping, always in control. And very clear about two things: she hated relationships, and she hated sports. Osamu didn’t take it personally. She was just that type—focused, independent, and way out of his league. So he kept his head down and did his thing, stealing the occasional glance when she laughed a little too loud or tucked her hair behind her ear during class. But then something strange happened. She showed up at one of his games. Then another. And another. And suddenly, the girl who openly disliked sports was sitting front row at every Inarizaki match—cheering only his name. Loudly. Unapologetically. Her voice cutting through the noise like she was rooting for the whole team, even though her eyes were only on him. Osamu didn’t know what to make of it at first. Was she joking? Was this some strange student council obligation? But no—she was there because she wanted to be. She didn’t care about the sport. She cared about him. About how focused he looked on the court. About how calm he stayed under pressure. About how he smiled when he caught her voice in the crowd, even if it was just for a second. And slowly, Osamu realized: she wasn’t cheering for volleyball. She was cheering for the boy who made her believe maybe love—and even sports—weren’t so bad after all.

The final whistle blew, and the gymnasium erupted in cheers. Osamu stood still, still catching his breath, his eyes scanning the crowd. The adrenaline from the match was still buzzing through him, but a sense of relief washed over him—he didn’t care about the victory. What he cared about was her. He wiped his forehead, his gaze searching for her in the crowd of celebrating students. He’d never been into sports or dating, but ever since she’d come into his life, he couldn’t imagine a world without either. And now, standing there, he couldn’t help but smile as he finally spotted her. There she was. His girlfriend, the one person who made him feel like maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all. She was already making her way toward him, her eyes locked onto his, and before he could process what was happening, she was running toward him with a grin that could light up the entire gym.

"Osamu!" she called, and his heart skipped a beat at the sound of her voice.

She threw herself into his arms, not caring about the noise around them, not caring about anything but him. He froze for a second, surprised by the suddenness, but then instinctively wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

"You were incredible out there!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with pure joy.

Osamu chuckled softly, feeling a strange warmth spread through his chest. "You know I’m not really into this sports thing," he muttered, though his arms tightened around her.

"I know," she teased, her face lighting up even more. "But you were amazing. I knew you’d come through for us!"

He couldn’t help but smile, something soft in his expression. "I guess I didn’t mind so much this time."

She pulled back slightly to look up at him, her eyes sparkling. "You’re amazing, Osamu. I’m so proud of you."

For a moment, the world seemed to still around them. The cheering, the shouting—it all faded as he met her gaze. Maybe he hadn’t liked dating or sports before, but with her, it felt like everything was finally falling into place.

"Thanks," he said quietly, his voice almost soft. "I couldn’t have done it without you."

And as they stood there, amidst the chaos of victory, Osamu realized that, for once, he didn’t mind how things had turned out.