Today the team decided to restart their training sessions—not with the pressure of competition, but to reconnect and simply enjoy the game that had brought them together. Sitetampo had messaged the group the night before, suggesting they meet at the same gaming café where they'd trained countless times.

Moya nudged you awake early in the morning, his voice cutting through your sleepy haze. "Come on, we're meeting the team today. Don't make me drag you there."

You groaned, burying your face in your pillow. "It's too early. They won't even be there yet."

"Yeah, but you take forever to get ready," Moya teased. "Sitetampo will probably beat us there if you don't hurry up."

His words jolted you awake, the mention of Sitetampo sending a rush of energy through your groggy brain. You shot him a glare, but he just smirked and walked out of your room, leaving you to scramble out of bed.

By the time you and Moya arrived at the café, the atmosphere was already lively. Tensai and Relyh were seated at a booth near the back, animatedly discussing the latest game updates. Sitetampo was at the counter, ordering coffee, and his face lit up when he spotted you.

"Morning," he greeted, walking over with two drinks in hand.

"Morning," you replied, trying not to focus too much on how his eyes lingered on you.

"You guys took your time," Tensai called out, waving dramatically. "We've been here for, like, ten minutes!"

"That's hardly anything," Moya replied, rolling his eyes as he dropped into a seat beside Relyh.

Tensai grinned. "Ten minutes is a lifetime when you're waiting for greatness to arrive."

"Or chaos," Relyh added, earning a playful shove from Tensai.

You settled into the booth across from Sitetampo, who slid the second coffee across the table to you.

"For you," he said, smiling.

You blinked in surprise. "You didn't have to..."

"I wanted to," he replied simply, his tone warm but casual.

Moya raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, choosing instead to focus on setting up the game lobby on his tablet.

The matches started out lighthearted, with everyone easing back into the rhythm of working as a team. Tensai, true to form, immediately began experimenting with bizarre strategies that often resulted in hilariously bad outcomes.

"Why are you charging into the middle of three enemies?" Moya groaned as Tensai's brawler was taken out in seconds.

"It's called testing their reflexes," Tensai said, grinning.

"It's called throwing," Relyh retorted, shaking his head.

Meanwhile, you found yourself naturally syncing with Sitetampo again. His calm, calculated playstyle made it easy to work together, and he occasionally offered tips that helped you improve.

"Nice kill" he said after you managed to sneak behind the enemy team and secure a kill.

"Thanks," you replied, feeling a surge of pride.

Moya, however, was quick to bring everyone back down to earth when the team started losing focus.

"Alright, let's tighten up," he said, his voice authoritative but not harsh. "We're not here to throw every match."

"Relax, Captain Serious," Tensai quipped. "It's not a tournament anymore."

"That doesn't mean we can't play well," Moya shot back, though his tone softened.

After a couple of hours, the team decided to take a break. The café's small outdoor seating area was perfect for cooling off and sharing a few laughs. You found yourself sitting next to Sitetampo again...

"Still getting used to not having the pressure of competition?" you asked him.

"A little," he admitted. "But it's nice to play without stakes for once."

You nodded, fidgeting with the hem of your T-shirt."It's different, but I think I like it."

He glanced at you, his gaze soft. "You've been playing really well today."

Your cheeks warmed at the compliment. "Thanks. I'm trying to keep up with you guys."

"You're more than keeping up," he said, his tone sincere.

Before you could respond, Tensai appeared."I hate to interrupt whatever this is," he said with a grin, "but someone's got to remind you two that we've got matches to lose."

You laughed, grateful for the lighthearted interruption, though you couldn't shake the feeling of Sitetampo's words lingering in the air.

As the day wound down, the matches became less about winning and more about having fun. The team experimented with absurd brawler combinations, laughed at ridiculous misplays, and even let Tensai lead a few matches just to see what chaos would unfold.

By the time the café staff began dimming the lights, signaling closing time, everyone was in high spirits.

"We should do this more often," Relyh said as they packed up their devices.

"Agreed," Moya said.

As the group stepped out into the cool evening air, you walked beside Sitetampo, your bag slung over your shoulder.

"Thanks for today," he said quietly. "It was nice to play without all the pressure."

"Yeah," you agreed, glancing up at him. "It felt like... just hanging out with friends."

He smiled, his gaze warm. "Exactly."

Moya's voice cut through the moment as he called out from ahead. "Come on, Y/N. Let's get home before it gets too late."

You hesitated, glancing between Sitetampo and your brother. Gathering your courage, you called out, "Hey, Moya?"

He turned, one brow raised. "What?"

"Is it okay if I walk home with Tampo instead?" you asked, trying to keep your tone casual despite the fluttering in your chest.

Moya's eyes narrowed slightly, his protective instincts kicking in. "Why?"

"No reason," you said quickly. "It's just... we don't live far, and it'd be nice to talk a little more."

Moya studied you for a moment, his expression a mix of skepticism and reluctant understanding. Finally, he sighed. "Fine. But don't take too long, alright?"

"Got it," you said, suppressing a grin.

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The streetlights cast a warm glow over the quiet neighborhood as you and Sitetampo strolled side by side. The gentle hum of distant traffic and the rhythmic crunch of your footsteps filled the silence between you.

"Thanks for sticking around with me," you said, glancing at him shyly. "I know you must be tired after today."

"Tired? Nah," he replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "I think I've built up stamina for this sort of thing. After all, we've survived worse... like Moya's drills."

You laughed at the mention of your brother, nudging him lightly. "You're exaggerating. He's not that bad."

"Oh, he is," Sitetampo said with mock seriousness. "I still have nightmares about the time he made us practice dodging supers for an hour straight."

"Okay, maybe he can be intense," you admitted, giggling. "But he means well."

"Yeah, I can see that," Sitetampo said, his tone softening. "He's always looking out for you. Can't really fault him for that."

You looked at him curiously. "You two seem to get along, though. I thought he'd give you a hard time today."

"Oh, he definitely was," Sitetampo replied with a chuckle. "But I don't mind. I think he just wants to make sure you're okay."

"Typical big brother stuff," you said, rolling your eyes fondly.

There was a pause, the conversation settling into a comfortable quiet. Sitetampo's steps slowed slightly, and you matched his pace.

"It's funny," he began, his voice thoughtful. "I always used to feel lost after the championship. Like I wouldn't know what to do next."

"And now?" you asked gently.

"Now... I think I'm figuring it out," he said, his eyes meeting yours. "Having people like you around makes it easier."

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you quickly looked away, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I'm glad," you said softly. "You deserve to feel happy, Tampo."

He stopped walking, and you turned to face him, puzzled.

"What is it?" you asked.

For a moment, he didn't respond, just studying your face with an intensity that made your heart race. Then, before you could react, he stepped closer and leaned down, his lips gently meeting yours in a soft, lingering kiss.

Time seemed to stop, your mind going blank as you registered the warmth of his touch and the electricity sparking between you. When he pulled away, his eyes searched yours nervously.

"I... I hope that was okay," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

You blinked, your face heating as you tried to process what had just happened. "I—yeah, it was," you stammered, your heart pounding in your chest.

A small smile tugged at his lips "Good," he said simply.

The rest of the walk passed in a blur, your mind replaying the kiss over and over.

When you reached the house, you said goodnight to sitetampo before entering. Moya was already inside, scrolling through his phone on the couch. He glanced up as you entered, immediately noticing your dazed expression.

"What's up with you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing!" you said quickly, heading toward your room.

"Uh-huh," Moya muttered, shaking his head

Behind the safety of your closed door, you leaned against it, your fingers brushing your lips where Sitetampo had kissed you. The memory was enough to keep you wide awake for hours.



AN: Okay sooo, there might only be one chapter tomorrow since I'm kinda out of ideas for a plotline to continue/end the story. Of course, I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee it. If you guys have any ideas or things you want me to add to the story, feel free to let me know! I hope you liked today's chapters though. Have a good day/night!