Suna was always very engaged in volleyball. When he was playing, it was difficult to acknowledge more than what he already was, his team, the court, the opposite team. This was golden for you, anyway. He never noticed you in the stands watching practice, trying to sit closest to the bench to watch him play. He didn't know you were interested in him (at least, you hoped), so there was no reason for him to question why you were there in the first place. But, it gave you a sense of security that he wouldn't catch on by means of his own. That was all ruined, though, when his teammates eventually spilled the beans. Now, Suna knew you were watching practice - him, practice. It created a dilemma. On one hand, if you left then and never went back, he would know it had to do with him. If you didn't, you would live in awkwardness whenever his team would acknowledge you and he wouldn't. So you begrudgingly told yourself to just wait it out and see what happens. If only you knew that Suna was completely torn up on the inside. He had a massive crush on you, and it began to distract him from playing when he thought about how long you had been there. Had you seen his giant mistake, his bad set, missed block? Why were you there in the first place? Was it for another player? Definitely not him, no way. But why would his team tease him? They knew about his crush on you. It was all driving him mad, and it reflected, not in his expression, but his playing.

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"Suna, are you playing attention?"

"Who are you thinking about?"

"Penny for your thoughts, Suna?"