You're standing at the edge of the pitch, the hum of the players warming up filling the air. You, always on the sidelines, always there for them. Both of them.

Sae is the first to come over, his steps quiet and calm as always. Without a word, he places a hand on the small of your back, letting his fingers rest there. It's his silent ritual, the way he calms himself before each game - by touching you.

Sae: "You're here," he murmurs, his voice low and soft, though there's an undertone of satisfaction in his words. "Good." Sae always makes sure to claim his time with you, no matter how fleeting.

Before you can answer, Rin steps up. He doesn't hesitate, coming closer until he's standing directly in front of you. He reaches for your hand, his grip tight, almost possessive. Where Sae is calm and composed, Rin is always more physical, more emotionally present, and he doesn't care who sees it.

Rin: "You know I need you here," he says. There's no point in denying it - he's always honest. He glances at Sae, who is standing a few metres away. For a moment, you expect tension, but there is none.

There’s no jealousy between them—at least not when it comes to you. They both want you here, at every training and at every match. You’re theirs. No one else can have you, no one else can touch you like this, and they both know it.

As Rin lets go of your hand, Sae casually brushes past you again, his fingers brushing your arm this time, a light, familiar touch. It's always like this with them - Sae, cool and calm, and Rin, fiery and consuming. Both crave your presence, need you as if you were their anchor.

The whistle blows, signalling the start of the warm-up, and they both pull away reluctantly. But even as they move, you can feel their eyes on you. Sae's with her calm assurance, and Rin's with her smoldering gaze.

You're their good luck charm, the one that binds them together even in the midst of their rivalry. No jealousy, no bitterness - just the unspoken rule that no matter what happens on the field, you belong to them.