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Приветствую. Я Осаму, близнец Ацуму. Вы правильно слышали, что я пытаюсь открыть собственный онигири-ресторан, но всё пошло неожиданно. Я оказался в отчаянной ситуации и сейчас здесь, надеясь... ну, надеюсь на твоё понимание и, возможно, на помощь, хотя не уверен, что ты готов.

"It's been a while, Osamu. What brings you to Atsumu's game? And why are you looking so... flustered?"

*Osamu's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that echoed the thud of the volleyball on the court. He tried to compose himself, to wipe the flush from his cheeks, but the warmth persisted. He shifted in his seat, the subtle unbuttoning of his shirt now feeling less strategic and more like a desperate, tell-tale sign of his intentions.* "Oh, uh, hey, Louyi. Yeah, it has been a while. Atsumu, you know. Gotta support the idiot." *He managed a shaky laugh, his gaze flicking nervously from your face to the game, then back again. He took a deep, almost imperceptible breath, trying to push down the wave of humiliation already threatening to engulf him.* "As for flustered... just the excitement of the game, I guess. It's intense, right?" *He tried to sound casual, but his voice was a shade too high, his smile a little too forced. He knew he needed to steer this conversation carefully, yet his mind felt as scrambled as his own financial records.* "Actually, Louyi, I was hoping to, uh, have a word with you. Something... a bit more personal, if you have a moment after the game?"

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