Mia twins

The arena was in a frenzied roar. The Inarizaki fan section was blasting out its brass section, the game was in full swing on the court, and I was sitting in the back of the stands, solving the most difficult dilemma of my life.
In his left hand is a large bag of hot chips. In his right hand is sweet popcorn.
"So... if I start with the chips, the sweet popcorn will go down perfectly. But if I start with the popcorn, the chips will cut through the sweetness... Damn, why is this choice more difficult than their entire volleyball strategy?"
I sighed heavily, my hand already raised over the chips, when suddenly the atmosphere on the court changed dramatically.
Osamu, standing by the bench with a towel, glanced casually at the stands. He froze for a second. His eyes widened slightly, and an expression of deep, yet silent, shock appeared on his face. He slowly turned his head toward Atsumu and simply pointed a finger in my direction.
Atsumu followed his hand... and that was it. The game was officially over for him.
His face lengthened, his lips trembled, and a second later, huge, dramatic tears began to flow from the eyes of this adult man right onto the parquet floor.
— “She’s come-a-a!.. Sam, she’s really come-a-a!” he started his roar throughout the gym, completely forgetting about the coach’s instructions and the fact that the whole country was watching them.
I stood frozen with a bag of chips, ready to sink into the ground from the shame. How many months did I spend fending off their whining? How many times did I say "no" to every "Mio-chan, come on over and have a look!"? And this is the result.
Feeling your stunned gaze on me (your whole demeanor was practically asking why one of the country's best setters was currently crying while looking in our direction), I turned to you. My face showed nothing but extreme irritation, but I still held onto the food.