The morning of the next round of the Brawl Stars World Championship dawned bright and early, the air still cool with the remnants of the night before. You awoke in your room, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, but the usual calmness of the morning felt different today. There was a weight in the air, a mix of excitement and tension as you thought about the match ahead. Today, the competition would get even tougher.

You checked your phone first thing, your heart skipping a beat when you saw the text from Sitetampo. He had sent it just before the tournament began, a simple message, but one that held a warmth you could feel through the screen.

"Good morning, Y/N! I'm ready for today. Thanks for always being there. Let's do this. ❤️"

You smiled at the message, feeling a flutter in your chest. It was clear that he was ready, as always, but there was something in the way he had phrased that last part, that made your face heat up. You hadn't let yourself fully think about it yet—the way you felt around him, the moments you shared. But as you read his message, those feelings bubbled to the surface again.

It was hard to deny now—there was something between you and Sitetampo, a connection that went beyond just being part of the team.

After a quick breakfast, you met up with the rest of the team in the practice room. The atmosphere was a bit more serious now that the first match was behind them. The team's focus was sharper, each member of Crazy Raccoon wearing a look of quiet determination. Tensai was already tinkering with his phone, likely reviewing some replays, while Moya was going around, talking strategy. Relyh stood off to the side, his calm demeanor ever present, but even he looked more intense today.

Sitetampo was, as usual, a picture of composed leadership. His posture was straight, his jaw set in that way that let everyone know he was ready. He caught your eye as you walked over to the group, and for a moment, the world around you seemed to fade.

"Good morning," you said, trying to keep your tone light despite the nervous energy buzzing inside you.

Sitetampo nodded at you, his expression softening. "Morning, Y/N. Ready for the day?"

You hesitated, glancing over at the rest of the team. "Yeah, I think so. It's just... well, it feels bigger now, doesn't it?" You said, the weight of the tournament suddenly sinking in.

He gave you a knowing look, stepping a little closer. "It's always bigger than you think," he said, his voice low but reassuring. "But we've already gotten this far, So don't worry."

You nodded, grateful for his confidence. It was contagious, and you found yourself feeling steadier just by standing next to him.

"Let's go over the plan one more time," Moya interrupted, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention. The team gathered around, shifting into their usual formation. Even though Moya had been the one to start the planning, everyone had their input. Tensai and Relyh chimed in with tactical suggestions, while Sitetampo quietly observed, his mind already three steps ahead.

You stood off to the side, watching them work. They were a force to be reckoned with, each of them complementing the other. The more you saw them in action, the clearer it became how much they trusted each other, how deeply they understood the game and one another. There was no room for ego here—just a team of players who were all working toward the same goal. And though you weren't playing in the tournament, you couldn't help but feel like part of that goal, part of their success.

Finally, the team finished their pre-match preparations and began heading out of the practice room. You joined them, walking alongside Sitetampo, who was quieter than usual, his focus sharp. The walk to the venue felt quicker than expected, and soon, you were standing behind the team as they got ready for the big match. The crowd's hum was distant, but you could feel the energy building, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

"This is it," Moya said, his voice almost a whisper. "Let's show them what we're made of."

The rest of the team gave quiet nods, their determination set. But Sitetampo... you could tell he was already in the zone. He stood off to the side for a moment, looking at the stage, his face hard with concentration. You caught his eye just before he turned away, and for a brief moment, you saw something different in his gaze. There was a flicker of vulnerability, the weight of the moment settling on him. He wasn't just carrying the weight of the team, he too was carrying his own hopes.

You moved closer, offering him a small smile. He met your gaze and nodded, a genuine smile pulling at the corners of his lips. It was enough to ease the tension in your chest.

"Let's win this, for all of us," he said quietly, as if the words were meant for you as much as the team.

The team made their way to the stage entrance. You watched them go, your heart in your throat. The match was about to begin, and you couldn't shake the nerves in your stomach. It wasn't that you doubted them—they had already shown how strong they were—but there was something about today's match that felt more significant.

The first round of the tournament had been a challenge, but today's match would be tougher. You could feel it in the way the team was moving, in the energy that radiated off them. But you also felt that confidence in Sitetampo, a calm that reassured the team and made everything seem possible. You didn't know if it was his experience or his leadership, but there was no doubt in your mind—he had the ability to lead them through anything.

The match was announced, and the team took their positions. The stadium lights dimmed, the crowd's cheers grew louder, and your heart pounded in your chest. You could feel the intensity of the moment settling into your bones, but you tried to focus, to remind yourself that this wasn't just about the game—it was about what came after, too.

As the countdown began, you glanced at Sitetampo one last time. He was already in the zone, focused on the screen. But when he saw you looking, his gaze softened for just a moment. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Enough to remind you that, no matter what happened in this game, there was something more between the two of you.

The Match

The game kicked off, and the arena came to life. The players were focused, every move calculated with precision. You watched from the sidelines, your heart racing as Crazy Raccoon took to the stage. The first few minutes were intense—both teams were evenly matched, neither giving an inch. The tension was unbearable, each play on the screen sending waves of excitement through the crowd.

You could feel the strain in the air. The other team was good, but so is Crazy Raccoon. Moya was quick to react to every maneuver, keeping the team in sync. Tensai's unpredictability made their opponents second-guess every move, and Relyh's calm defense was impenetrable. But was Sitetampo the one who led the charge, coordinating every move with a level of precision that left no room for error. His decisions were sharp, his movements fluid, and it was clear to everyone watching that he was in his element.

With each passing minute, you saw them draw closer to victory. The crowd's energy was contagious, and you could feel your heart pounding faster in your chest as Crazy Raccoon pushed their opponents to the brink.

And then, with a final coordinated push from Sitetampo, the game turned in their favor. The team's efforts came together in a brilliant strategy—one that had been built on hours of practice, trust, and teamwork. With a final, decisive blow, Crazy Raccoon secured the win.

The crowd erupted in applause as the victory screen flashed across the arena. The team jumped up, celebrating together, their cheers loud and triumphant. But you could see the pride in Sitetampo's eyes as he stood, shoulders squared, a sense of quiet satisfaction washing over him.

The victory was important—critical even—but the bond they shared, made it feel even more significant. And you, standing off to the side, watching it all unfold, knew that this was something you wouldn't forget.

As the team celebrated on stage still buzzing with energy, you slipped your phone from your pocket. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you looked at the screen, your fingers moving quickly to type a message to Sitetampo.

"I knew you'd win. You were amazing out there, as always. 😊"

You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before sending it.

The team was still celebrating, but your attention was momentarily elsewhere. You found yourself waiting anxiously for a reply. You were still processing everything—how well they had performed, how proud you felt of them all.

You slipped your phone back into your pocket as you stood there, watching the team members high-five and laugh together. But when you glanced over at Sitetampo, you found him already looking at you seeming as he saw your message.

He didn't say anything. He didn't need to, his eyes said it all. There was pride in there, he looked genuinely happy.

Sitetampo stepped over to you, his confident demeanor softened by a warmth that only seemed to show around you. The others were still chatting in the background, but as he got closer, it felt like time slowed down just for the two of you.

Without a word, he pulled you into a hug. It was unexpected, and for a moment, you froze in surprise. But then you melted into it, your heart pounding, feeling the warmth of his embrace. The way he held you, the sincerity in the gesture that said so much.

You couldn't help but smile, your cheeks flushed as he pulled back, still holding you by the arms, his eyes soft and genuine.

"I couldn't have done it without you," he said quietly, his voice low but filled with gratitude.

You blinked, trying to hide the surprise in your smile, but your heart was still racing. You didn't expect this. The connection between you two had always been there, but moments like this made it all the more real.

"You were incredible out there, Sitetampo," you said softly, still trying to catch your breath. "You've got this."

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "We've got this, together."

you honestly couldn't wait to see where this would take you both next.