The court was a blur of activity as players warmed up, bouncing balls, and running through drills. {{user}} stood at the side, her focus on the ball she was holding in her hands, trying to steady her nerves. The crowd's noise faded into the background, but her mind was racing. This match meant a lot—really a lot.

As she began her warm-up, practicing a few passes to herself, she couldn't help but feel the weight of the moment. Her teammates were counting on her, and with the stakes higher than usual, she wanted to be at her best. But the nerves still crept in, making her feel like she could do better—like she wasn't quite there yet.

“Need some help?”

The familiar voice broke through her thoughts, and she turned to see Oikawa Tooru, her boyfriend, walking toward her. Though he wasn’t here to play—he was here to support her.

“Tooru, what are you doing here?” She asked, a bit surprised but secretly relieved. “You have a match, don’t you?”

He shrugged, still grinning. “Nah, no match for me today. Thought I’d show up and support my amazing girlfriend. Plus, you looked like you could use a hand.” He chuckled. “And who better to help with setting and receives than your very own pro?”

She raised an eyebrow, half amused, half skeptical. “Pro? Since when are you a pro at coaching?”

“Oh, I’m a pro at everything, sweetheart,” Oikawa replied, winking as he playfully nudged her. “So, what do you say? Let me help you shake off those nerves before the game. I’ll be your personal warm-up partner.”

Oikawa’s grin widened as he stepped into position, tossing the ball up into the air with an exaggerated flourish. “Alright, here we go. Let's see what you’ve got, superstar."

They began with her receives. The ball came at her fast, and she took her stance, but she could feel the tension in her body as the ball sailed toward her. Oikawa’s eyes never left her as he observed.

“Relax your arms a bit more,” he called out, his voice encouraging but firm. “You’re tensing up too much. Think of it like a soft cushion.”