The morning sun had barely risen, casting long shadows across the city, but inside the Crazy Raccoon practice room, the air felt electric. You had arrived early, as usual, to help with final preparations for the day ahead. But today was different. Today wasn't just any regular practice session—it was the start of the Brawl Stars World Championship, the moment the team had worked so hard for.

Though you wouldn't be competing, you knew that your role was just as important today. It wasn't just about being there for the team; it was about supporting them when they needed it the most.

You could feel the weight of the moment. The excitement, the tension, the energy buzzing through the room. Your teammates were all preparing in their own ways. Moya was pacing back and forth, talking strategy with Tensai and Relyh, his voice energetic and encouraging. Relyh, the quiet one, was absorbed in reviewing the game's mechanics, checking for any last-minute adjustments to his character picks. Tensai, always the joker, was trying to keep everyone loose with his usual humor, but even he had a sharp focus today.

And then, there was Sitetampo.

He sat in the corner of the room, staring at his phone, eyes focused on the screen. His brows furrowed in concentration as he checked the competition's progress and the latest rankings. You could tell that he was doing everything he could to stay calm, but even someone as composed as him had a certain air of nervous energy about him. He wasn't just the leader of this team—he was their rock.

And today, he had to carry them through what might be the most important day of their careers.

You watched him for a moment, a part of you wondering if he was feeling the same rush of emotions you were. The weight of the day. The uncertainty of how it would all play out.

"Y/N!" Moya's voice cut through your thoughts, snapping you back to the present. "Can you check over the strategies one last time? Make sure everything's in place?"

You nodded quickly, standing up from your seat and moving toward the table where the team's game plans were laid out. Your mind was still partially on Sitetampo, but you knew better than to let your thoughts drift too far today. There was work to be done.

You flipped through the strategy book, reviewing the plans and making sure everything aligned with the team's goals. Moya had outlined their approach for each match, adjusting the plans based on their most recent practice sessions. It was solid. But still, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness building up inside you.

"You're quiet today," Moya said, walking up beside you. His usual cheerful grin was tempered with a hint of seriousness. "Got a little pre-game jitters?"

You smiled weakly. "I guess. It's hard not to. You guys have worked so hard for this, and today it all comes down to how well you execute."

Moya chuckled, rubbing your shoulder. "We've got this, don't worry. We've been through so much together. We just need to stay focused."

You nodded, grateful for his reassurance, but part of you knew that this was the moment that would test the limits of everything they had worked for. There was no more training. No more adjustments. Today, it would either come together or fall apart.

As the team gathered for their final briefing, you caught sight of Sitetampo across the room. His phone was down now, and he was reviewing the strategy with Relyh, his expression calm but focused. He caught your eye for a brief moment, and you felt that familiar flutter in your chest. His gaze lingered just a little longer than usual, but then he turned back to the team, his attention shifting back to the task at hand.

You felt something shift inside you. You couldn't explain it, but the bond between the two of you had grown stronger over the past few days. The small moments, the lingering glances, the quiet support—it had all led to this moment, and you couldn't deny that there was something more between you now.

But today wasn't about that. Today was about the team.

Sitetampo's leadership would guide them, but your support would be just as crucial. You were the one they could turn to when they needed clarity or reassurance, the one who believed in them even when the pressure felt too heavy. You weren't in the tournament, but you were just as much a part of the team's success.

The time was drawing near. The World Championship would be starting soon, and the players were beginning to feel the nerves settle in. Moya rallied the team, his voice loud and confident as he addressed them one last time before they headed to the stage.

"Alright, Crazy Raccoon! This is it!" Moya's voice rang out, and everyone fell silent, their attention fixed on him. "We've trained for this. We've fought together, laughed together, and supported each other through every step of this journey. This is our moment. No matter what happens, we give it everything we've got. Are you with me?"

A chorus of "YES!" echoed through the room. Relyh nodded quietly, his face a mask of focus. Tensai grinned, his usual lightheartedness shining through despite the tension. And then Sitetampo looked up at Moya, his face serious but filled with resolve.

"We've got this," Sitetampo said, his voice steady. "Let's make it count."

The room buzzed with anticipation as they gathered their gear and made their way out of the practice room. You followed them, heart racing in your chest as you watched the team prepare for their biggest challenge yet. It was strange not to be competing yourself, but there was a strange sense of pride swelling in your chest. This was your team, and no matter what happened, you knew you had given everything you could to help them get here.

As they walked into the waiting area backstage, you stayed close, offering words of encouragement as they donned their headsets and prepared to enter the competition arena. Moya exchanged a quick hug with each of them, his enthusiasm infectious, while Relyh remained calm and focused. Tensai was, as always, the comic relief, cracking jokes to lighten the mood, but even he was taking things seriously today.

Sitetampo was quiet as he adjusted his headset, his hands steady, his eyes focused. He glanced over at you, his gaze lingering for a moment longer than usual. There was no need for words between the two of you. His presence alone was enough to reassure you that everything would be fine. You could feel the bond between you strengthening, even in the midst of the chaos.

"You ready?" you asked softly, walking up beside him.

He gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Always."

You nodded, offering him a quiet smile in return. "Good luck."

As the team made their way to the stage, you stayed behind, watching them from the sidelines. You knew this was their moment, and you had to trust them to take it. But there was a part of you, deep inside, that wished you could be more than just the one watching.

For now, though, you were content to be the one supporting them from the shadows, cheering them on as they stepped into the spotlight.

The first round of the World Championship had begun.

And you, along with the rest of Crazy Raccoon, were ready for whatever came next.