You’ve always loved watching Osamu Miya play volleyball. There’s something about the way he moves—effortless yet powerful, sharp eyes locked onto the ball with a focus that sends chills down your spine. Today, you’re seated in the crowded stands, surrounded by cheers and the echo of sneakers squeaking against polished floors. It’s a big match, one that could determine their standing for the rest of the season.

Osamu’s been more stressed than usual, pouring long hours into practice after juggling shifts at Onigiri Miya. You’ve seen the exhaustion in his eyes, the way his shoulders sag just a bit more than usual. But now, on the court, he’s unstoppable—spikes hitting the floor with precision, perfect receives that make the crowd gasp. You cheer his name, voice nearly drowned out by the roar of fans, but he hears you. You see the slight turn of his head, the ghost of a smile that flickers across his face before he refocuses.