The next time you saw Sitetampo, it was unplanned.

You were sitting in a quiet café tucked away in the backstreets of Shibuya, your laptop open in front of you. Moya had invited you to hang out at the Crazy Raccoon training house that afternoon, but you'd opted for some alone time instead. The café was small, with warm lighting and shelves lined with secondhand books. You liked it because it was never too crowded, the perfect place to get lost in your thoughts.

You were halfway through replying to an email when the chime of the door opening pulled your attention. Glancing up, you froze.

Sitetampo stood in the doorway, his black hoodie pulled tight around him. He scanned the room briefly before heading toward the counter, his movements unhurried. You doubted he'd even noticed you.

For a moment, you debated whether to say anything. After all, the two of you had barely spoken at the ramen shop. But something about the way he carried himself—the quiet confidence, the way he seemed content in his solitude—drew you in. Before you could overthink it, you waved.

"Sitetampo?"

He turned, his eyes meeting yours with a flicker of surprise. For a second, he hesitated, then walked over to your table.

"Hey," he said, his voice as soft as you remembered.

"Hey yourself," you replied, closing your laptop. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Same." He glanced at the empty chair across from you. "Mind if I sit?"

"Go for it."

He slid into the seat, his hoodie slightly crumpled from the way he leaned forward. Up close, you noticed faint shadows under his eyes, as though he hadn't slept much.

"Busy day?" you asked, nodding toward him.

He shrugged. "Training. Same as always."

"You guys really don't take breaks, huh?"

"Not when there's a tournament coming up," he said, his voice low and steady. "We're always practicing for the next big match. And it's not just about Brawl Stars; we all have to be at our best mentally and physically. The game's competitive scene has gotten really intense."

You blinked, surprised by his tone. You knew he was serious about the game, but hearing it like this made you realize just how much effort went into their success.

"That's... impressive," you said, taking a sip of your coffee. "I had no idea how much goes into it beyond just playing."

He smiled faintly, and for a moment, you saw a different side of him. "It's not just about thumb skills, you know? It's about knowing how to handle pressure, being strategic, and sometimes, even managing your emotions."

You nodded, intrigued by the depth of his insight into the game. But then, as though remembering something, he shifted slightly in his seat.

"Hey, if you're free later, maybe you could come by the training house. You can watch us play Brawl Stars if you're interested," he suggested.

You smiled. "I'll think about it, but I'm not a Brawl Stars expert, so I'll probably just watch."

"That's fine," he said with a shrug. "We all started somewhere."

Later that evening, after Moya had convinced you to join them at the Crazy Raccoon house, you found yourself walking down the same familiar streets of Shibuya, your hands stuffed into the pockets of your coat. Moya was talking animatedly beside you, but you couldn't help but think about the conversation you'd had with Sitetampo. The way he'd talked about the game with such passion—and that subtle hint of something more behind his words—had left you wondering about him even more.

As you approached the training house, you saw the lights flickering through the windows. The house was in a quiet, residential neighborhood, with sleek modern architecture that stood out among the older buildings around it. The inside was equally impressive, with state-of-the-art gaming setups in almost every room and plenty of space for the team to train.

Moya led the way, grinning from ear to ear as he called out to the others. "Yo! Y/N's here! Get ready to show her how the pros do it!"

You waved politely as the team greeted you. Most of them were in high spirits, laughing and joking about their last match, but you immediately found yourself drawn to Sitetampo. He was sitting on one of the couches in the corner, his eyes locked onto his phone as he concentrated intently on something. He barely acknowledged the others around him, lost in his own world.

"Hey," you said as you approached, your voice hesitant at first. "Sitetampo?"

He looked up at you, his dark eyes studying you for a moment before he gave a small nod. "Hey."

You smiled, trying to shake off the nervousness you felt. "So, what's on the agenda for today? More Brawl Stars practice?"

He tilted his head slightly. "Yeah, pretty much. We've got a lot to work on before the next tournament. But you can just watch if you want. You said you're not much of a Brawl Stars player, right?"

"Yeah," you said with a chuckle. "I'm still learning. I'm more of a casual gamer."

He smirked, almost like he was amused. "Everyone starts somewhere." He gestured to the chair beside him. "Sit down if you want."

You settled next to him, glancing around the room at the various setups. There were six screens in total, each with a different member of Crazy Raccoon playing a different match. The sounds of taps and swipes echoed around the room as the team focused intensely on their gameplay.

As you watched, Sitetampo leaned over slightly, pointing at one of the screens. "That's me," he said casually. "I'm playing Brawl Stars on the main screen. We usually practice like this, all of us together, so we can adjust our strategies in real time."

"Cool," you said, trying to keep up with the rapid movements on the screen. "So you all play together on different devices?"

"Yeah," he said. "We use phones, since Brawl Stars is a mobile game. We've all got different setups, but it's important to stay in sync during the games. We do a lot of coordination, which helps us when we're facing off against other teams. It's like fighting in a dojo; you need to trust your teammates completely." His voice softened, and for a moment, you could hear the depth in his words. "There's strategy in Brawl Stars, but there's also trust."

You couldn't help but smile at the way he spoke. His passion for the game and his teammates was evident. You had seen the way Crazy Raccoon operated—like a well-oiled machine—and it was clear that Sitetampo played a huge part in making it all come together. He was more than just a Brawl Stars pro. He was a leader, in his own quiet way.

"What's it like, working with a team like this?" you asked, turning your attention back to him.

He thought for a moment, then said, "It's not easy. We all have our own strengths, our own way of doing things. But the key is learning to complement each other. It's like a puzzle, really. Each person adds a piece to complete the picture."

You nodded slowly, absorbing his words. "That sounds... like a good way to think about it. The whole team's like a puzzle. If one piece doesn't fit, it can throw everything off."

"Exactly." He smiled faintly, clearly pleased that you were starting to understand.

Before you could respond, Moya called out from across the room. "Hey, Y/N! Want to play a round with us?"

You glanced at Sitetampo, and to your surprise, he gave a small nod. "Don't worry about being perfect. Just jump in. We're all here to help."

Taking a deep breath, you stood up and grabbed a phone from one of the unused setups. As you settled into the game, you could feel Sitetampo's quiet encouragement at your side, guiding you through the basics of Brawl Stars. His tips were precise and thoughtful, and soon you found yourself starting to get the hang of it.

The match was intense. Your heart raced as you watched your character navigate through the map, dodging attacks and strategizing your next move. You could hear Sitetampo's soft voice beside you, offering quick tips and suggestions to keep you on track.

By the time the match ended, you were surprised to find that you'd actually won a few rounds. You couldn't help but grin at your success.

Sitetampo looked at you with a grin, his usual calm demeanor replaced with something warmer. "Not bad," he said, his voice genuine. "You're a natural."

You laughed, feeling a rush of pride. "Thanks. I couldn't have done it without your help."

As the evening wore on, you found yourself more and more comfortable in the company of the Crazy Raccoon team. You were learning the game, yes, but you were also learning about the people behind the screens.