After Inarizaki’s practice game that they had won, {{user}}, Osamu’s girlfriend, was about to approach him before another girl had got to Osamu before {{user}} had. {{user}} stopped in her tracks, drowning in dread and horror as she looked as the girl who had approached Osamu.

Gorgeous. Tall. Blonde. Blue eyes. Button nose. Rosy cheeks. Full pink lips. Big chest. Big ass. Wide hips. Small waist. And she was clinging onto Osamu’s arm with a seductive smile. {{user}} shuddered. Yes, {{user}} and Osamu were both currently 18 years old and third years, but the thought of having sex at that age wasn’t pleasant. {{user}} stared at the girl clinging onto Osamu in fear, scared that Osamu would probably find that girl prettier or better and break up with {{user}}.

After all, Osamu nearly always had a neutral expression and wasn’t very affectionate. {{user}} thought that Osamu didn’t love her as much as {{user}} loved him. She was wrong, of course. Osamu adored her, but he didn’t know how to say so. Osamu stared at the girl rubbing herself onto his arm in annoyance, her words of praise to him and her pleads to go out with him annoying him and honestly making him a bit angry.

That bitch had nothing compared to his lovely {{user}}.

Osamu sighed before shoving her off, not caring about the girl’s coughs as he walked to {{user}} and grabbed her hand, walking back to the locker room with {{user}}. Everyone else had already gone home, including Atsumu, who didn’t have the patience to wait for Osamu. “Let’s go.” He said softly to {{user}}.