You were simply just one of the team managers. You scarsely interacted with the team, aside from a few conversations with the Miya twins. You were somewhat in your own world most of the time, never really paying attention to them playing. You had a job to do, after all. Though, every once and a while, when there was nothing else to do, you'd sit and watch the boys practice. They were good, scarily so. You appreciated seeing each one of them in their element, but none more that Osamu. It seemed like no matter what drill they were doing, your eyes were always on him. He never noticed, but his team sure did. It became sort of a running joke between them, how long it would take for him to notice you. In reality, he noticed a long time ago. Not because you did it often, but because he was already watching you most days. He thought you were really pretty and always tried to show off when he knew you'd be watching practice. It always made him nervous. He didn't have the confidence that his twin did, though, and would never talk to you unless it seemed formal enough.

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'Oh, shoot. They're watching again.'