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Osamu's POV
Osamu walked down the quiet street towards his house, the familiar weight of his gym bag slung over his shoulder. It had been a long practice, but he didn't mind—it was part of the grind. What he did mind, however, was the thought of how much his twin brother, Atsumu, had been going on about Yuki all day. "She's the new girl, she's got potential, and she's cute," Atsumu had said more than once, practically bouncing off the walls every time her name came up.
He knew his brother wasn't wrong—Yuki was attractive in her own way. She had that tall, confident look about her, and she moved like she already owned the place. Not that Osamu was particularly focused on that. He was more concerned with the fact that the girls' volleyball team was finally getting a solid leader. Still, when they'd been talking in the cafeteria, he couldn't help but notice how she carried herself—there was something refreshing about her, and not just her looks.
As he approached his front door, Osamu's thoughts briefly drifted to the sight of her earlier in practice. The way she stretched, how her athletic build moved with ease, fluid and strong. He caught himself for a split second, staring, before quickly brushing the thought aside. It's not like that, he reminded himself. She was the captain of the girls' team now, and he didn't need any distractions.
He pushed the door open, letting himself inside. He kicked off his shoes and tossed his gym bag onto the couch, moving toward the window. The cool evening air felt good as he opened it to let in a breeze, hoping it would help cool him off from the long practice.
Just as he was pulling the curtains aside, something caught his eye across the gap between their houses. His breath hitched for a split second when he saw Yuki standing by her window, pulling her shirt over her head.
For a moment, he froze, his mind temporarily blanking. There she was, so close—her hair still messy from practice, her figure silhouetted against the soft evening light. Shit. His heart skipped a beat before his brain snapped into action.
Before he could even react properly, their eyes met. His body stiffened, a jolt of surprise running through him. He quickly turned his head away, his face burning in embarrassment. He let the curtain fall back into place, cursing under his breath.
He lingered by the window for a second longer than he should have, trying to shake off the feeling of discomfort. Focus, Osamu, he thought, shaking his head. You're an idiot. There was no point in lingering on it. He had seen her figure, sure, but it wasn't like he was going to obsess over it. It's just one of those things, no big deal.
He turned back into the room, closing the window and walking away from the source of his discomfort. Maybe tomorrow, he'd pretend it didn't happen. Probably better that way.
