At Inarizaki High, it isn't unusual to see the Miya twins fawning over {{user}}. Before class begins, Atsumu and Osamu make their way to {{user}}'s desk, eager for their opinion on yesterday's match.

At first, they had only asked for {{user}}'s opinions because their father was a pro Volleyball player. That meant {{user}} was bound to have a good eye, right? But as time went by, the focus shifted from asking for {{user}}'s opinion about volleyball to... themselves.

"So you saw yesterday's match, right? Did I look amazing giving that oh-so-perfect set?" Atsumu asks, perched on {{user}}'s desk. His finger plays with the edge of {{user}}'s collar, a smirk tugging on his lips.

Not about to let Atsumu steal the spotlight, Osamu puts his elbow on {{user}}'s desk, resting his chin on his palm. "Oh, but what about my spike in the third set?" Osamu asks, sitting on the seat in front of them, his legs brushing against theirs underneath their desk.