The big day finally arrived, the day that everyone was waiting for.

Everyone except for her.

She felt tired, and quite nauseous. She didn't even sleep at all.

And maybe because t was a Monday that she thought she could go to school and avoid the match. But no, she was the most important member of the newspaper club, Oikawa's Toruu sister, how was she going to miss the most important match?!

So there she was, pale as a ghost. Waiting for the players to appear while feeling her fifth mental breakdown start.

The place was full of people, not only the schools' students, but outsiders. Kids, adults, even old people were excited to see the match between two powerhouses; and how not when the great Ushijima Wakatoshi was against no one else but, Oikawa Toruu.

She was looking at the floor, trying some breathing exercises she saw on a yoga book the other day, when she heard girly screams full of excitement.

Her brother had arrived.

She lifted her view to see all the Aoba team enter, Oikawa on front. His smile was confident, even charismatic, the type that any girl would faint over.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the way his grin expanded, soaking in the attention like he was born for it.

But moments later Shiratorizawa made their entrance, the screams faded into the background, replaced by the cheers of the school.

Ushijima, as the head, entered with his brows slightly furrowed, his gaze strong and determined. Unlike Oikawa, he paid no heed to the loud praise and ovation. His cold and distant eyes scanned the surroundings as if searching for something—someone.

The moment their eyes met, his gaze softened. A peculiar sight for anyone else, but now familiar to her. In that silent exchange, he saw her nervousness and gave her a subtle nod. A nod that conveyed tranquility and assurance.

Everything was going to be fine.

***

When she entered her house, she made her best to avoid making any sound.

The lights were off, nearly no daylight anymore. The house felt cold, but not empty.

As she took her shoes off, she saw her brothers sport bag and shoes on the entrance.

She knew he was already there. And she knew he was completely destroyed.

She was happy for her boyfriend, she truly was. His hard work and great talent paid off and he was going to nationals once again. She wished she could celebrate it as he deserved, but she couldn't, her heart wasn't going to allow it when her brother was in that much pain.

She stood on front of his door for minutes, staring at the white's doorknob with hesitation. Trying to come up with something, some type of excuse that would explain whatever she was doing.

She shook her thoughts off her head, and with a final heavy breath. She gently opened the door.

Inside, the room felt heavy with the weight of disappointment. Oikawa sat on the edge of his bed, his head hung low, hands gripping the edge of the mattress. She hesitated in the doorway, unsure how to continue with the complexity of their emotions.

"Toruu..." She spoke softly, trying to offer comfort without intruding too much.

Oikawa's tired eyes met hers, and for a moment, words were unnecessary. They shared a silent understanding, a connection that surpassed the need for elaborate explanations. The bond of siblings who knew each other too well.

He managed a small, tired smile, acknowledging her presence. Without a word, she sat beside him, offering for a while silent support.

...

"Oh, wait!" She unexpectedly broke the silence, running out the room for a minute.

His eyes followed her curiously as she left the room, and when she returned with a gift on her hand, Oikawa raised an eyebrow, the tired lines on his face softening with mild curiosity.

"What's this?" he asked, a hint of genuine interest breaking through the weariness in his voice.

She grinned, a playful glint in her eyes. "Consider it a 'you-did-your-best' gift." She handed him the bag, a modest attempt to bring a touch of cheer to the gloomy atmosphere.

He opened it to find his favorite food, milk bread. Not any milk bread, she had baked it herself. "For the post-match blues," she explained, her tone light but sincere.

Oikawa chuckled, appreciating the gesture. "You know me too well, ___."

She shrugged in a sassy way. "Just trying to gift you something that none of your fans could ever."

He chuckled, savoring the taste of the homemade milk bread. "Well, how do they compare to your extraordinary culinary skills?" He took another bite, not bothering with the polite act of cutting it into pieces. "It tastes better because it doesn't have any love potion on it."

"Love potion?" She laughed, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Like what? Tears and unicorn hair?"

He nodded, his expression exaggeratedly serious. "I'm telling you, I'm scared. Last time I gave some suspicious looking cookies to Hanamakki, and he was acting all weird after that."

"Weed?" She pouted looking for answers as well. "Maybe even Viagra."

"Ah, you think so?!" He narrowed his eyes in thought, "I wouldn't be too surprised to be honest."

"Oh well," she teased confidently, "I save my potions for more important occasions."

"So, that was today's secret, huh?" Oikawa crossed his arms as he playfully lifted one brow. "Seriously, what did you feed him? I was hoping for a chance since he was too busy staring at you. I thought you'd distract him, but nope, he had superpowers kicking in."

She looked at her brother with a suspicious grin. "What superpowers?"

"You know, although we lost, I'm content I was even close to winning, because wow." He grinned. "Let me tell you, I've never seen him play that way."

"Really?" She turned her head to the side; she had never seen him play with another powerhouse before, so she had no idea how good he could really be.

"I mean...instead of helping me by distracting him with your beauty, you were more like an energy drink." He pressed his lips together, narrowing his eyes. His hand massaged his chin as he reminisced about the game, an impressed yet amused expression on his face, almost like a smile.

"He scored and looked at you every. Single. Time. Even during the timeouts. I swear ___, I've never seen any expression on his face apart from his resting bitch face, but then he was... smiling? Tiny as it was. But still..."

He was genuinely impressed. "Hmm, he's completely in love with you."

"Oh, come on," A light blush tinted her cheeks as she giggled. "It's not that serious."

Oikawa gazed at her, his eyes catching the subtle changes in her expressions. The rosy tint on her round cheeks, the way her eyes, filled with happiness, seemed to carry a hint of thoughtfulness. He noticed the delicate way she bit her lip before breaking into a loving smile. 

In that moment, it struck him. His little sister was in fact not so little anymore, and worst of all...she was in love.

As if he'd been shot, a deep pain pierced his heart. His eyes welled up, tears threatening to spill before he could catch them.

"Nii-chan?" She noticed his sudden shift. "Are you okay?!"

"Don't worry, ___-chan!" He pulled his face away, concealing his true pain. "I'm just sad that I lost!" Lost her, his little sister.

"Oh, ni-chan, next time I'll put the potions in your milk bread." she teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"That would be good." He replied. "ANYWAYS, isn't Ushijima celebrating?"

"Oh yeah, they have a party, but I wanted to be with you."

"Don't be stupid. Of course, he's waiting for you. Go, go to the party. I can cry by myself alone."

Her eyes widened with pleasant surprise. "Really?" She hesitated.

"Yeah, I want to be alone." He lied.

She knew he lied but smiled at his effort. "I love you so much, nii-chan!" She threw herself into a tight hug.

***

This chapter almost made me cried.

Not only because I had been like writing like for the whole day, but because it reminds me of my siblings ijafhjksadfhukwfhuahn i love my siblings so much ;-; 

AnYWAYS HERE IS TODAYS CHAPTER, ILL TRY TO RAGE ALL NIGHT AND WRITE ANOTHER ONE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! 

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