3 Volleyball Training Camp

"Wow! This place is huge!" I say as we step off the bus, whistling softly as I look over the big gym. "Holy cow dude! How many boys do they plan on stuffing in that thing?" Aima gasps, making all the girls giggle before she steps ahead, clapping her hands. "Okay dance girls! Let's get our equipment set up first, then we can go check out our designated area in the gym and decide what we're working with!" Aima says, though the two volleyball managers step forward. "Please, let us help!" Kiyoko asks, though I reach over, patting her shoulder and shaking my head. "A lot of the equipment is heavy, it'll be hard for you to carry it. We might not look it, but we've toned our bodies through dancing." I explain, Aima flexing her arms. "There must be something we can do to help, please, I insist." Kiyoko says, Aima sighing as she smiles over at me. "We do have the ribbon bag, it should be pretty light, considering." Aima says, and I tilt my head in thought. "Well, they can try. If it's too much, please tell us and we'll take over for you." I say, offering them a smile as we began unpacking our things, bringing it into the gym and setting it to a spot with a sign for us before going back to the bus for the rest.

Suddenly a boy appears before us, doing a double take. "Uoooh!" He says, falling to his knees, I step forward, concerned in case he hurts himself. "Th-th-the girls have multiplied! There's a pretty one, a cute one- sexy, foxy, my heart!" The boy says, tossing his head back and ogling us. "Take a good look, Tora, this is the sanctity of Karasuno." Ryu says, stepping before us like we're a display, making us laugh. "Kuh! So bright!" The boy says, covering his eyes like we were the sun. "Are you okay? You didn't hurt your knees, did you?" I ask, stepping around and offering him a hand which he stares at. "Suzuki-chan! Conspiring with our rivals?" Ryu gasps, making me laugh as I turn to look up at him. "A rival is no good if they're hurt; they can't keep you on your toes injured." I say, turning back to the boy, seeing he had instead been replaced by a standing pair of Nekoma pants. "A noble motion, Suzuki-chan." Someone says, their voice sending a shiver up my spine as I look up at the man standing before me; he had dark black hair, as tall as Kei and a mischievous, sexy grin on his face. "I don't see any feathers on you, are you even a crow?" He says, slowly looking over my outfit. 

It took me a minute to understand what he meant; it had been mentioned that the volleyball team was referred to as crows, or ravens, and Nekoma as cats. While the volleyball team had their uniform, us dance girls were just wearing regular outfits comfortable to dance in. "I'm more of a butterfly, dancing in the wind." I decided to say, offering him a smile as he finally met my gaze. "Oh, you're the dance club they mentioned?" He says, tilting his head as he looks over me again, making me tingle. "That'd be the one!" Daichi says as he walks up beside the man. I glanced around for the boy who fell earlier, seeing no sign of him. "I'll see you around, I've got to go get the rest of our equipment. Meet you inside, Sawamura-Senpai." I say, bowing my head to the two before stepping around then and walking back to the bus. I'm almost there before I hear Aima come running up behind me, barely dodging being tackled. "Girl, he was checking you out!" Aima says, not even bothered by my easy evasion of her. "Even after you left, he didn't take his eyes off of you!" Aima says, making my cheeks burn slightly as I reach the bus, grabbing some of our equipment.

"Oh. My. Gosh! You think he's hot, don't you! Don't worry, I won't interfere, he's off limits for me. Maybe I should invite him to join the competition? Oh yes! Outside forces make it more interesting!" Aima says, though I take a deep breath, turning to her. "Aima." I say, looking her straight in the eyes as she freezes, though she's still smiling. "Take this to the gym, would you?" I say, offering her a smile as I hand her a bag. "Oh, yeah." She says, taking the bag from me and hauling it into your shoulder, her grin growing. "But that wasn't an outright no." She giggles as I lift another bag, handing it to her, which she easily takes. "Aima." I say again, looking at her again in her eyes. "Yes?" She says, biting her bottom lip as I raise an eyebrow at her. "To the gym, please." I say calmly, grabbing the last few bags of our things myself. "You're right, the answer is obvious. I should." Aima says as she starts heading off to the gym, me in tow. "Aima." I say, dead serious this time, making her pause as she turns her head to face me. "You're not inviting him, no, don't invite anyone to the competition." I say, dead serious as I stare her straight in the eyes. She stands there a second, her bottom lip trembling.

"Fine! I won't invite anyone to the competition." She sighs, so I nod and pass her, heading to the gym. "You're no fun, Kimiko! You know you want him to!" Aima calls after me, but I don't respond as she grumbles to herself. I arrive at the door, realizing my hands were too full to open it, sighing as I wait for Aima to catch up. "Need a hand?" A familiar voice says, making me jump as I turn and see my friend, Kozu-kun. "Kozu-kun, it's you! You're here!" I say, smiling as he opens the door for me. I step inside, Kozu following as I take the equipment over to the designated area. "Yeah, when I heard you were going to be acting as a cheerleader in Tokyo, I figured you were going to be here." Kozu says as I carefully set the bags down. "And you didn't bother to tell me? Jeez Kozu-kun, I would've brought my games had I known!" I say, crossing my arms and turning to face him. "It's okay, we can take turns on mine." He says, making me smile as I wrap him up in a hug. "I missed you!" I say, squeezing him as he hugs me back, squeezing me gently. "I missed you too. How's your family?" He asks softly as I pull away, sighing softly. I rub the back of my neck, dropping my gaze to the ground.

"My little brothers stable, my mom's her usual busy self." I say, Kozu reaching out and giving my hand a gentle squeeze. "That's good." He says softly, making me smile at his subtle comfort. He had never been one for outright comfort, but his little notions showed me that he genuinely cared. "Yeah, it is." I say, gently squeezing his hand back. "So! You're playing volleyball? Are you going to show off for me?" I ask, clapping my hands and glancing around at all the groups of people. "I play with Kuro, I don't really think I could show off, but if you show off then I'll try to make my team look nice." Kozu says, making me smile. "I'll definitely make sure to put on my best performance, so do your best, Kozu-kun! Or, wait, you're our rivals? But we're here as cheerleaders, we never specified who we're supposed to cheer for. Oh, whatever! Do your best!" I laugh, before pausing again, furrowing my brows. "Eh? Kuroo-Senpai plays on your team? As in, your friend Kuroo-Senpai?" I ask, tilting my head as Kozu's eyes look over my shoulder. "You know pudding head huh? But how do you know my name?" I recognize the voice from earlier, the one that makes me tingle all over.

"Yeah, this is Kimi-chan, she's that one friend I play with all the time." Kozu says, gesturing to me as I slowly turn around, looking up at Kuroo. "Well, if it isn't Tiny Dancer. I thought I recognized you from somewhere." Kuroo says, grinning down at me as I look back at Kozu, confused. "Wait, what?" I ask, Kozu shrugging his shoulders. "I showed him some of the videos you sent me. Well, he made me show him, he thinks you're cute." Kozu says, making my cheeks burn as I look back up at Kuroo, surprised. "You look way better in real life." Kuroo says, settling his hands onto his hips as I feel my face burn up. "Y-you! I told you not to call me Tiny Dancer!" I stammer, shaking my head as I try to get the blush to go away. Kuroo points at me, his eyes roaming all over me. "Sure, you're average size, but…." Kuroo says, turning his finger to point at himself. "I'm big, so that makes you tiny to me." Kuroo says, making me purse my lips as I look over him. He was pretty big, I mean, he was almost as tall as Kei, but instead of lanky and thin, he was well built. "Bite me." I snap, meeting his gaze as I glare at him slightly, now knowing who he was; my greatest enemy on video games.

"How hard, and where?" He says, his grin growing into a more sexy and daring version, making my body explode in heat. "T-that's not! No!" I squeak, quickly taking a few steps back as my eyes widen. "Kuro." Kozu says, making the man chuckle as he keeps his eyes on me. "Just making fun, right Tiny Dancer?" Kuroo says, though I quickly shake my head. "I think your team's about to start a match. Have fun, Kozu-kun, good luck!" I say, turning to leave. Kuroo grabs my hand, making me pause as I slowly turn to face him. "Where's my good luck?" He chuckles, his gaze burning into me as I stare into his eyes. "Up your ass and around the corner, right where the sun don't shine." I say simply, making him laugh as he lets go of my hand. "Always so feisty, Tiny Dancer. Just how I like it." He says, turning around and heading to the court without another word. I groan in frustration, shaking my head as I glare after him. Okay yeah, we had quite the rivalry going on, both of us got our asses kicked by Kozu on a daily basis. I wasn't a bad player, and neither was he, honestly. He was always the one teasing me though, and he was good at finding ways to annoy the hell out of me. 

"Aima, stop hiding. I know you were watching. You should have bailed me out!" I growl, shaking my head as I strip off my jacket, tossing it on my personal bag. "And miss out on that show? Hell. No. That was hot, Kimiko! He is so into you, and he's so upfront about it! No ifs, ands, or buts!" Aima says, coming out from the corner she hid behind and setting the bags she had down with our other stuff. "I don't give a damn what he's into, or how he goes about it. He's so frustrating! He makes my blood boil!" I groan, clenching and unclenching my fist as I glare at the ground. "If he gets you so hot and bothered, why don't you just tell him that!" Aima laughs, and I let out a frustrated sigh. "And deal with him teasing me for it? Hell no! He's even more frustrating when he knows he got under your skin!" I snap, Aima oohing as a grin spreads over her face. "Aima. No." I say in my mother voice, the one that foretold if she fucked around, I'd make her sorry. "I know what you're thinking, and you ARE NOT inviting him to the competition!" I demand, turning and giving her a stern glare. "Chill, chill! I won't invite him to the competition! I'd like to keep my skin, thank you." Aima laughs, dusting off her hands.

I ease up on my glare, taking a deep breath to try and regain my composure. "Misaki?" I ask, my voice still sounding peeved, but not straight out pissed like before. "Went to buy drinks with the other girls. Come on, you need to dance. Let's do our stretches, maybe run a dance or two, and when Misaki gets back we'll discuss possible equipment." Aima says in a cool tone, so I just nod and begin stretching out without another word. My blood finally stops racing as I finish off my stretches, heading over to our bags and pulling out our portable speaker, pairing my phone to it. "Ready?" I ask, getting her nod of approval as I tap my shoe in tempo. "5678." I count down, clicking play, setting my phone down and backing up. We start dancing in time, and it feels so good to move, to forget that Kuroo was so annoying, to get my blood flowing the right way. I finally felt like I could breathe, moving my body to the music and rhythm. I felt the eyes of the boys around us gazing at us, watching us move, admiring our work. It felt amazing, putting on a show and being able to impress. "Watch out Suzuki-chan!" Someone calls so I open my eyes, seeing a volleyball flying towards me.

I crouch down and receive the ball, sending it straight up before reaching up and catching it as it flies over my head. The boys from Karasuno, the ones who lost the ball, stare blankly in amazement as I naturally slide back up, not even bothered by the sudden receive. They start whistling and hooting, making me smile as I prepare myself to give them something they're more familiar with. I get into position, tossing the ball into the air, running forward, jumping high, stretching my body like a butterfly. My hand slams into the volleyball, my whole body curling with the force I put into it, sending it slicing through the air with a crack. It slams right into Noya's waiting arms, knocking him off balance but bouncing right off for Suga to catch. "Damn girl! Where the heck did you learn that!" Aima gasps, watching my perfect landing. "I have my secrets." I laugh, walking over and grabbing my phone, searching for a new song to play. "Nice serve!" Daichi finally calls, out of the shock I had placed them in. "Thank you!" I call back, the boys all echoing the praise as I feel my cheeks begin to burn. "That was awesome. What even was that?" Aima asks as I press play on the next song. 

"It's my serve, I call it the butterfly effect." I say, setting my phone down and stepping back, beginning to dance again. Kuroo had a raging boner. He had been receiving a serve when he heard someone call a warning, and his eyes automatically looked over at her, the Tiny Dancer. She did the splits, caught the ball, and slid up like it was nothing. And then she served the ball, which was absolutely incredible, sending it flying across the court, into the waiting arms of the libro. Like it was nothing. She just went right back to doing her own thing, being the Tiny Dancer she was. He had totally failed the receive, it had bounced right off his left arm, out of bounds. He had been too busy staring, fascinated with the Tiny Dancer and her perfect spike. She was so perfect, so irresistible, so... undeniably attractive. She hated him and he loved it, it made her a challenge, and he was going to win. He wanted to receive her serve, to see her stretch out like she did, watch her spread her angelic wings. He would purposely fail to receive of course, so she would do it all over again. Kuroo wondered what else she could do with a volleyball. "Kuroo." Kozu calls, bringing him from his thoughts.

Kuroo tears his eyes away from her, looking at the brain of Nekoma, who was looking at their current opponents. "You're staring. Make her stare instead." Kozu says, and that sounded like a really good idea. So Kuroo would do that; he'd do it all during the camps, trying to catch her eye. He could stare at her between their games all he wanted. His grin slid back on his face, getting into position as he felt his blood pumping through his body. Watch me, Tiny Dancer. I panted for air, walking over to my bag and wiping the sweat from my brow using my towel. "Okay! Team stretch, you go first." Aima says, gesturing for me to sit as I do, stretching out with her help. "Everyone is in the zone! It's scary how well they work together." Aima says, drawing my attention to the boys. They were diving on the floor, having lost another set to an opposing team. "Yeah, Hina-Kun and Yama-Kun have a really nice quick spike. It's not always going to be that easy though." I say, spreading my legs open and leaning down, stretching those muscles. A sickening smack and thud caught my attention, turning my eyes over to Kozu's team, seeing Kuroo had just blocked a spike.

Kuroo was sweaty, his shirt showing the slightest bit of skin as he landed back on his feet- though I totally wasn't looking. His gaze suddenly met mine, a knowing grin spreading over his face as he took his shirt, lifting it up to wipe the sweat from his face. My face burned at the sight of his creamy defined chest, quickly turning my head away as I felt my body raising a few degrees. "Damn, he's totally showing off for you, Kimiko." Aima whispers to me, and I turn to look at her with a straight face. "Your turn to stretch." I say, though she quickly jumps back, raising her arms. "You know what, I think I'm good this time around." Aima laughs nervously, though I stand up and crack my fingers. "Oh come on Aima, you love it when I help you stretch. I always give you the nicest massages." I say sweetly, though she just laughs even more nervously. "Okay, I get it! I'll drop it! But like, come on Kimiko! You're definitely missing out." Aima says, though I wiggle my fingers at her, giving her my evilest smile. "And you're missing out on this stretch session. Come on now!" I say teasingly, though she squeals and starts running away, though I give chase, knowing I was faster and smarter.

I chase her around our corner of the gym, both of us laughing before I manage to pin her in a corner. "You're in for it now, Aima!" I say, wiggling my fingers before I attack her sides, making her laugh hysterically as she tries to push me away helplessly. "No! Kimiko, please! Stop! I can't- I can't breathe!" She chokes out through her laughter, making me laugh as I move to her most ticklish spot, tickling even faster. "Oh God no!" She squeals, her legs crumbling though I pin my leg between hers, keeping her held up as I can't stop the smile on my face. Something ice cold pressed against the back of my neck, making me shriek as it slid down my back, making me shudder as I quickly tried to shake it off. "Misaki! That's cold!" I cry, though she just raises an eyebrow at me. "I come back from an epic voyage to find you two goofing off, and you think you have the right to complain?" She asks, tossing another piece of ice at me, which lands on my chest, sliding into my bra. "Th-That's really cold Misaki!" I gasp, squealing as she dumps a handful of ice down my back, making me cry out as I try desperately to get it all off, though some of it sticks and slowly slides down my back.

"Cold, cold, cold! That's so cold, Misaki! No fair! We practiced while you were gone, but you were taking forever!" I say as my teeth chatter, grabbing my jacket and pulling it over my shoulders, picking the ice out of my shirt with the comfort of knowing I wouldn't be seen. "Oh, my bad, I couldn't tell because you were goofing off." Misaki mocks though I turn and pout at her. "It's true! We're all hot and sweaty, you can ask the boys!" I say, though Misaki just grins evilly. "If you're all hot and sweaty, then this should help cool you off!" She laughs, dumping the last of her ice down the back of my jacket, making me cry out at the cold that takes over my back. I begin shivering, turning to face her as my teeth chatter. "Run, Misaki, Run!" Aima laughs as she tries to catch her breath, though I grab a handful from my jacket, grinning mischievously. Misaki bolts away though I strip off my jacket again, relentlessly chasing her down. Misaki doesn't bother staying in our corner of the gym, she knows how I play when it comes to chasing. She dashes around the edge of the gym, ducking and jumping over obstacles, though I'm more precise, easily catching up to her, reaching out to catch her hand. 

An arm suddenly catches my waist, lifting me up so I lose all my momentum, pulling me back against their searing hot chest. I gasp at the contrast, a violent shudder running through my spine as my cold back meets their blistering hot chest. "Hey, hey, calm down Tiny Dancer, you're gonna catch a cold if you keep running around like that." Kuroo says in a smooth voice, making my blood boil as Misaki laughs, dashing past to go back to our corner. "Why you, I almost had her!" I protest, wiggling against his hold on my waist, kicking my feet desperately. "Sure you did, Tiny Dancer. She was in the palm of your hand." He chuckles, making me tense as I look up at him, glaring into his eyes. "How dare you mock me." I say, already having a plan set in my mind. I slowly, carefully slid my arms to my sides, sliding my hand down his chest, my thumb hooking into his pants, making sure he felt it. "Oh, I'm not mocking you." He says, his gaze lighting on fire as he grinned down at me, and I grinned right back- dropping the handful of ice into his pants. "Fuck that's cold!" He recoiled, making me laugh as I shoved my hips back against him, knocking him off balance and making him lose his grip on me.

"Catch you later, sucker!" I laughed, making a mad dash along the gym to our corner of the room. "I'm gonna get you for that, Tiny Dancer!" Kuroo yelled after me, a thrill shooting up my spine as I bobbed and weaved through the obstacles, practically flying through. "My phone!" I called, Misaki dashing forward, grabbing my phone from the floor and meeting me by the door. I grabbed the phone, laughing as I ran faster now that I was home free from obstacles, running out the exit. While Aima confined herself to a corner, and Misaki to a room, I chose to take my chasing games out in the great wide open, with infinite running room and hiding places. I heard the squeak of Kuroo's sneakers behind me as I quickly darted out the door, dashing towards the edge of the building, hopping over the side rails. I panted for air, my body still exhausted from the dancing earlier, though I could tell Kuroo was hot on my tail. I ran like my life depended on it, turning a corner and meeting another rail- without a second thought I jumped over it, landing perfectly and taking a step to run. "Fuck!" I squealed as his hands grabbed onto my hips, yanking me back into his smoldering embrace. 

"Nice try, Tiny Dancer, but you'll have to be a lot faster than that to outrun me." Kuroo chuckled, his breath brushing over the side of my neck, making me shiver. "Stupid long legs." I panted, closing my eyes and leaning my head on his shoulder, trying to catch my breath and get an idea of my surroundings. It was no use, all I could feel was Kuroo, his hot body enveloping my back, his hand gripping my waist, his heart pounding in his chest while I felt every beat on my back. He settled back against the railing, pulling me so sit in his lap, his nose brushing against the side of my neck. A shiver bolted up my spine, arching my back as I let out a small whimper. Why was I suddenly so sensitive? Kuroo let out a low groan that made me tingle all over, my body burning up as I began to fidget. Okay, I had to get out of this, somehow. What could I possibly do to escape, what could I pull off? It's already established that he's quick and can catch up, so it has to be smart, precise, and instant. No fucking around, get as far away as I can, put as many obstacles as I could between us. "Don't try to run, Tiny Dancer." Kuroo says, his voice a dark promise that makes me pause.

"Okay, then, what do you want?" I ask, accepting my fate as I cross my arms and pout, glaring at the ground. "I want a lot of things, it's really what you'll give me." Kuroo says, gently brushing the hair from the back of my neck, beginning to give me gentle kisses all over, making me tense. "And what do you think I'll give you?" I ask, trying to push him away from my neck, though he just chuckles and persists. "I think you'll give me two things. Your contact info, so we can stay and touch, and maybe you could perform that pretty little serve of yours for me, so I can practice." Kuroo says, and I can hear the grin in his voice, making my blood boil as he keeps kissing the back of my neck. "And if I refuse?" I say defiantly, and as if he knew I would bring it up, he chuckles darkly. "Then we're going to sit here for as long as it takes, and every minute you protest I'm going to leave a hickey on your body. I'm going to start here…" Kuroo says, his finger gently brushing the back of my neck, settling on a spot behind my ear, his finger tracing down my skin, making me shiver. "And I'll keep going, lower and lower until you relent." Kuroo says, and I turn to glare at him.

"You wouldn't." I hiss, clenching my fists as his grin just widens. "You really want to find out?" He asks, his free hand sliding to my chin, tilting my head so my neck is fully exposed to him. "Okay, then I'll start now." He says, lowering his head to my neck, holding my gaze before he's out of my sight, making me fidget as I couldn't see what he was doing, just his hair tickling me on my neck and cheek. Something hot and wet traces my neck, making me jump as a squeak escapes me. "Did you just lick me?" I ask, my face burning as I try to pull away, but he holds me completely still. He nips my neck softly, a strong shudder shooting through me, making me gasp. His lips touch my neck, gently brushing over before settling on one spot, beginning to suck gently, making me freeze. Holy fuck, he was actually doing this? The only way I could get out is by giving him my info and practicing with him? Was he really that serious about it? I mean, he was just fucking with me, surely! There was no fucking way he'd follow through, right? He slowly pulled away, gently kissing the spot he had been sucking, tracing kisses down, licking my neck again, beginning to suck.

"Okay! Okay! You win, stop!" I squeak, my body hot as his chest vibrates against my back, but he doesn't stop. "Kuroo-Senpai! Stop! What do you want me to do? Promise? I promise, okay! I swear!" I say, beginning to kick my legs in protest. "Kuroo-Senpai! I promise, I swear I'll give you my info and practice with you, please stop!" I plead, closing my eyes tight as I struggle against him, to no avail. "Here, here! My phone, take it!" I say, lifting my phone to offer to him, finally feeling him relent on my neck. He reluctantly pulls away, taking my phone from my hand, but not letting go of me, kissing his new hickey softly. "Good girl. No funny business, or else, you'll regret it… I won't stop even if you beg." Kuroo says, making me shudder, thinking of him kissing and leaving hickeys all over my back. Kuroo sets me on his leg, reaching in his pocket and pulling out his phone, giving me back mine. "Unlock it." He says, unlocking his own phone and opening his contacts. I reluctantly unlock my phone, opening up my contacts and pulling up my info, showing it to him. He chuckles, typing it in extra slowly, almost like he was trying to tease me on purpose.

"There! Happy?" I snap as he finally finishes, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Very." He chuckles, finally letting me go as I bolt up, storming back to the door we had come out of. I hear his footsteps behind me, making my blood boil as I flip my hair back into place. "It won't be that easy to cover them." Kuroo chirps, and I can tell he's fucking grinning, which makes it that much more infuriating as I let out a frustrated groan. "Shut up. I'm mad at you." I grumble, storming into the door as he just chuckles. I step in, not even fully entering the gym before turning to our corner. "Aima! 'Mere." I say, Aima jumping before looking at me, then Kuroo, who walks past me with a huge grin on his face as I glare after him. "Kimiko! Are you okay? What happened?" Aima says, dashing over to me as I just shake my head. "Fine. Now come on, don't make a scene." I say, storming back through the hallway to the bathroom, Aima following behind me, radiating curiosity. I step into the bathroom, finally turning to face her. "Don't freak out, just tell me how bad it is." I say, giving her a stern glare, earning a curious nod as I take a deep breath. I turn to face the mirror, my eyes on her, slowly exhaling.

I slowly pull the hair from my neck, revealing the two hickey's Kuroo left as Aima's jaw drops. She lets out a shrill scream, quickly covering her mouth as I desperately shush her. "Oh. My. God! Kimiko! What happened?" She asks, coming over and taking a closer look. "I heard a scream, I came running! What happened?" Misaki says as she bursts through the door, panicking as she looks around, her eyes land on my neck. She lets out a shrill scream too and I quickly run over, clapping my hands on her mouth. "Stop screaming! You're freaking me out! Is it that bad?" I ask, beginning to fan myself as I feel my body beginning to heat up. Misaki opens her mouth, closing it, opens it- closes it. "I'll go grab my mirror, and concealer!" Misaki says, dashing back out to the gym as I groan, falling to my knees. "It's bad, isn't it?" I ask, covering my face as I let out a frustrated sigh. "It's okay, I'll just die of embarrassment, that's cool. First case ever, so I'll go down in history!" I say, taking a deep breath. "Okay, it's not THAT bad." Aima finally says, Misaki dashing back in with her makeup bag, tearing it open and pulling out a compact mirror.

She hands it to me, biting her knuckle as I use it to find the perfect viewing angle of the hickey's. "That's not bad?" I shriek, staring wide eyed at the two dark marks that had formed, right where Kuroo had been sucking on me. "I'm going to fucking kill him. Better yet, I'm going to bury him alive." I say, setting down the mirror and storming to the door. "Hold on, take a chill pill! First off, breath, we can cover it with makeup- probably, for the most part, now sit down, let us work magic and tell us what happened." Aima says blocking me from the door as I just glare at the door. I take a deep breath, letting out a frustrated groan before walking over, sitting sideways on the sink counter. I tell them what happened, covering my face the whole time as they quietly work on covering the hickey's. "Okay, I mean, don't kill me Kimiko, but that sounds hot. I mean, I'd be dying if he did that to me, I wouldn't want him to stop." Aima says, Misaki reluctantly nodding and making me roll my eyes at them. "I didn't even want him to start! I thought he was joking, like ha ha so funny, you won't do it. Now my neck looks terrible, I'm pissed and I gotta face him." I say frustrated, running my hand through my hair. 

"You could just run?" Misaki offers and I exhale slowly. "Yeah, he runs faster and if he did this…" I say, raising an eyebrow at the girls as they giggle. "Maybe that isn't a bad thing! I mean, why do you hate him so much anyway?" Aima asks, and I just shake my head. "He's so infuriating, he just makes my blood boil all the time! He drives me insane!" I exclaim, shaking my head and scowling at the counter. "Maybe you're so irritated because you're so attracted to him?" Aima says and I give her a look of pure disbelief. "I mean, you see fury, I see chemistry." She says, shrugging her shoulders as I just stare at her like she's crazy. "Um, should I take you to an insane asylum? Get your head checked maybe?" I ask, glancing at Misaki for backup. "Well, Kimiko, I agree honestly. But Aima, I don't think Kimiko can tell, being so inexperienced and all. This might call for some… divine intervention." Misaki says, the two of them giggling as I stare at them both in disbelief. "The fuck is wrong with you two?" I whisper, shaking my head as Misaki puts her makeup away. "That's as good as I'm getting it!" She says, offering me her compact mirror just as Kiyoko steps into the bathroom.

"The boys were worried because they heard screaming. What the hell happened to your neck?" She asks, looking genuinely concerned as I take a deep breath. "I'm going to kill him. I'm really going to. Misaki, Aima, consider this my confession." I say, setting down the compact without even bothering to look at the monstrosity as I run for the door. "No no no! Kimiko! Breath!" Aima and Misaki speaking in unison, both of them grabbing me as I just let my head fall back, glaring at the ceiling. "Oh, boy problems. I'll go get my makeup, you guys hold down the fort till I get back and we'll have a girl talk." Kiyoko says, stepping out of the bathroom without another word. "Please? I'll be in and out, book me a flight to Canada, as soon as possible. I'll be on a plane out of the country before you can say hopscotch." I beg, both of them laughing as they settle me back on the counter. "No, Kimiko, you can't kill him. If he really truly deserved it, we'd be standing right beside you with a bag and a knife." Aima says, and I cross my arms, scowling at them. "Don't I get a one time pass?" I mumbles both of them laughing at me. "Save it for something else, trust me." Aima laughs as she shakes her head.

"Besides, that's when someone has wronged you unjustly three times." Misaki says, brushing my hair off my shoulder so it's out of the way. "Oh! It's been three times! See, one… two…" I say happily, pointing at my hickey's before flipping them the bird. "Three!" I say, smiling at them both as they laugh hysterically at me. "You're so fucking sassy when you're upset, Kimiko, it's adorable! I can see why he is always teasing you!" Aima says, though I just roll my eyes and just run a hand over my face. "Whatever. I can't make it go away, so I guess I'll just have to cut it and deal." I mumble, finally picking up the compact mirror and looking at the disaster that was my neck. I scrunch my nose at it, letting out a frustrated sigh as Kiyoko steps in the bathroom with Hitoka, her assistant, in tow. "Holy cow! What happened to your neck?" Hitoka asks, furrowing her brows as I look at Aima. "Come on, Aima, just this once. Lemme kill him, and I'll do whatever you want. Do I need to get on my hands on my knees?" I beg, though she just rolls her eyes at me. "As tempting as it is, I'm gonna have to say no on this one. I want to see it play out." Aima says, patting my shoulder and giving me a pitiful smile.

"Ohh! Boy problems, gotcha. Um, I don't know if I can be much help, but please be patient and explain!" Hitoka says, offering me a kind smile as I clutch onto my chest. "Yachi-chan! It's horrible- look what he did to me!" I say, Kiyoko pulling out her makeup bag as Misaki wipes away the previous makeup with a makeup wipe. "Wow, that looks horrible." Hitoka says, scrunching her nose as she looks over it. "Right! And they won't. Let. Me. Kill him!" I say, glaring at Aima and Misaki, who just giggle. "She's joking, right?" Hitoka asks nervously, making them laugh. "Nobodies going to die, Yachi-chan, at least not by Kimiko's hand, if we can help it." Aima says, though I roll my eyes. "I won't kill him… I'll hate and despise him, of course, but I won't kill him." I say, Hitoka seems to relax. "That bad?" She asks, though Aima raises her hand. "Before you tell her what happened, Kimiko, I need to clue in that the boy in question is all over Kimiko, teasing, watching, I mean, it's obvious, but Kimiko is inexperienced, so she doesn't get what she's missing." Aima says, though I just roll my eyes and explain what happened.

"Actually, that does sound kind of hot, but if it makes her uncomfortable isn't it a bad thing? I mean, didn't you just meet him today?" Hitoka asks, Kiyoko getting to work on my neck. "Actually, we kind of know each other? Never face to face, but he's my rival on video games, and he's always teased me like that. His friend, Kozu-kun, is a close friend of mine, we usually play together." I admit, the girls oohing and aahing, though Aima grins. "Girl, you got me thinking this was a fast romance! Slow burn, and a fiesty one at that!" Aima says, though I just put my hand on her forehead. "Weird, you're not delusional from a fever. You must have simply lost your mind." I say matter-in-factly, Hitoka snorting before beginning to laugh. "Sorry, that was too funny!" She laughs, covering her mouth as she giggles to herself. "In my opinion…" Kiyoko says, pausing in her work and sparing me a glance. "It seems like you two just had a set tempo; if you're rivals in your free time, then when are you allies?" Kiyoko says, making me furrow my eyebrows and think. "When we're playing on a team together? I mean, we only play with Kozu-kun involved." I admit, beginning to twiddle my fingers.

"Well then why not invite Kozu-kun to your practice session tonight? I mean, you'll be playing together, I don't know about team wise." Hitoka suggests, Aima and Misaki whipping to face her and shushing her. "That's a good idea, Yachi-chan! I think I might just do that!" I say, clapping my hands as I feel a little relieved. "Jeez Yachi-chan, they had a chance for one on one time! You might as well have told her to invite the whole team!" Aima says, though I grab her by her shoulders as Kiyoko pulls away. "Aima, I love you. You're a genius! If I invite the team, he can't focus or make any moves on me! It's perfect, I should go ask Daichi!" I say, Aima groaning in frustration as she ran a hand over her face. "Kimiko! We found a spot where we could hook up the aerial ribbons! Why don't I show you what we had in mind and we can discuss how to set them up?" Misaki says, Aima slapping her hand on her shoulder. "Genius idea, Misaki! You can use them after the boys are done playing volleyball, and I can record for you so you can show your brother!" Aima says happily, clapping her hands as Misaki rubs her shoulder. "Ow!" Misaki says, scowling at Aima and poking her tongue out.

"Sweet! Let's go check it out after Shimizu-Senpai is done covering my monstrosity." I chirp, just as Kiyoko clicks her makeup bag closed. "Already done. Go ahead and take a look." She says, so I take Misaki's compact and look in the mirror; it honestly looks like nothing even happened, unless you look really close and see that there were the slightest dark spots, though it was hard to tell with the shadow of my hair. "Thank you Shimizu-Senpai! You're a lifesaver!" I say, hugging her tight as she awkwardly pats my back. "No problem, of course you'll have to take it off at night, but I'll help you reapply it in the morning." She says, making me smile as I pull away. "I owe you, big time! Please take care of me!" I say, sliding off the counter and rubbing my butt. "Ow, that counter did a number on me." I mumble, though Aima just smiles, taking my hand. "Come on, let's go scope that out!" She says, pulling me out of the bathroom and rushing me to the gym, beginning to point out stable pillars that we could set it up on. Misaki joins us, helping pick out a column while Kiyoko and Hitoka head back to watch the boys practice.

They then decide to run some through our dances, which I gladly take the opportunity to join, loving when the three of us danced together. "Wow! It's been so long since we danced so much." Misaki says as she bent down, taking deep breaths, making me laugh. "Maybe for you! You missed a couple sessions!" I tease, stretching out, making sure I didn't over stretch since I got a good stretch earlier. "You guys go ahead and run your duos or something, I'm going to go see if I can track down a ladder so we can set up the ribbons. Actually, you should pick a ribbon out and make sure it's untangled." I say, walking over to one of the coaches who weren't supervising a game. They pointed me to the supervisor, who pointed me to a shed outside, giving me a key and telling me to be careful. I grabbed the tallest ladder, which was pretty dang heavy, slowly carrying it back to the gym, making sure to lock the shed behind me. "Got one!" I say, setting it up under the beam we had chosen, helping them uncurl the ribbon they had chosen. "Hammock or ribbon?" Aima asks as I hesitate, staring at the ribbon reluctantly. It was plain white, but I knew they had chosen the sturdiest one for me.

"Hammock. We'll see if I get around to the ribbon." I say, both of them nodding while they finished straightening the ribbon, getting it ready while I grabbed the suspender, fitting the ribbon in and making sure it was tight and snug. Aima and Misaki didn't fuss, knowing that I would make it secure. "Alright, protect the ladder, I'm going up." I say, taking the ribbon and wrapping it around my waist, tossing the suspender over my shoulder as I climbed up. They guarded the ladder from stray volleyballs as I set the suspender up on the beam, making sure it didn't budge from its spot. It didn't move an inch, in fact, it was snug in a little loop I found that was perfect for suspending things. "Ribbon coming down!" I called to the girls, unwrapping the ribbon from around me, letting it float down until it was hanging free, Aima checking the height it was at. "Good!" Aima says, so I nod and tug on the ribbon, making sure it doesn't budge. "Test!" I call down, Aima and Misaki rounding the ladder to the ribbon, ready to catch me in case it doesn't hold. "Ready!" They call, so I wrap my hands in the ribbon, slowly putting all my weight on it, though it doesn't shift at all other than the normal.

"Suspend?" I ask, though they glance at each other. "Hold!" Aima calls, so I lean my weight back on the latter as she runs over to the Karasuno boys, getting Kiyoko and Hitoka to come help. She explains to them, getting their nods before she gets back in position, Aima and Misaki crouching down and grabbing each other's arms. "Ready!" They call, so I securely wrap my hands in the ribbon, slowly applying my weight until I'm fully leaned on, slowly spreading my legs so I'm not on the ladder. "Ready!" I call, taking a deep calming breath. "Go!" Aima says, Kiyoko and Hitoka quickly move the latter out of the way, but not too far. I'm left suspended in the air, only ribbon supporting my weight, no way out but down. I slowly exhale, closing my legs and waiting for a second, the rope not budging at all. "Good!" I call, Aima and Misaki whooping as I smile at them. "Lowering, side to side!" I call, the girls tensing as they quickly get back into position. "Ready! Be careful" They call, and I start moving, wrapping my legs in the ribbon, getting my feet supported before I begin untangling my hands from the ribbon, making sure my hands are holding on at all times.

Just because I knew what I was doing didn't mean that I was safe, but I had always loved the thrill that the ribbons gave me; until the accident. I paused, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths. "Kimiko, don't mind! It's okay, we're here to catch you! You're doing fine, you can do it!" Aima softly calls up to me, seeming to have noticed me tense up. I shake my head to clear the jitters, my hands now free; I slide my feet out of their support, suspended by just my hands. I carefully maneuvered my way down, shifting my weight from side to side, making sure it didn't slip or give. I finally reached the bottom, hooking my knees on the hammock and sliding down so I was close to Aima and Misaki. I let my hands slide off as I swung back, hanging off the ribbon by my knees. "Good! I said, Aima and Misaki whooping before I slid back up, grabbing the ribbon and hoisting myself out till I was hanging onto the hammock by my hands, my feet grazing the ground. I let go, clapping my hands and smiling at Aima and Misaki. "I do believe we are in business, ladies!" I laugh, realizing that the boys were cleaning up the gym. "Is it already lunch time?" I ask, Aima nodding as she and Misaki pull apart.

"We're gonna go look for a mat to put under, wanna help?" Aima asks as I shrug. "Sure, I'll go ask the supervisor. You think it's okay to leave the ribbon hanging?" I ask, though Misaki clicks her tongue, looking around at all the boys staring curiously. "No, I think I'll stay behind and watch it. You go on ahead." Misaki giggles, so we split up and start looking for a mat. I manage to find a large enough one, though I have no clue how I'll drag it across the court. "Need a hand?" Daichi asks, walking over as I smile at him. "That'd be a huge help, if you don't mind!" I say, both of us working together to drag the mat to our dance corner, setting it under the ribbon and making sure it was in a proper position. "That's quite the ribbon you got there, it's long and sturdy. What's it for?" Daichi asks, though Misaki just walks over, clapping her hands. "Our dear Kimiko is a girl with many vast talents, including aerial ribbons! This is a hammock, it's similar to aerial ribbons, but safer." Misaki explains, though Daichi just furrows his eyebrows. "So it's for dancing?" Daichi asks, pointing up at the ribbon. "I can't imagine it." Daichi mumbles, shaking his head and staring at the ribbon with fascination.

"How about you and the boys come in after practice is over, and I'll put on a show for you guys. After all, they all did so well on their exams, and I promised them a treat." I offer, Daichi smiling down at me. "Really? That sounds fantastic! I'll let them know." He chuckles, though I suddenly remember. "Crap, I gotta catch Kozu-kun before he disappears and invite him!" I say, glancing around and not seeing a sign of him. "I'll catch you later, Mura-senpai!" I say, dashing off to hunt down Kozu-kun, leaving Misaki with the ribbon. I search for a couple minutes, finding no trace of the illusive Kozu as I search the grounds up and down. I finally relent, trudging back to the cafeteria, dragging my gaze over the crowd. Still no sign of Kozu anywhere, so I click my tongue and turn around to leave, slamming face first into a hot chest. "Woah there, Tiny Dancer." Kuroo chuckles, steadying me as I blink up at him. He reaches up, brushing the hair behind my ear and looking at my neck. "You covered them up, I'm hurt." Kuroo says, placing a hand on his chest as he pouts at me. "Well yeah, you want me to flaunt them?" I ask, rolling my eyes as he chuckles.

"That's exactly what I want you to do, in fact, I think if you keep covering them up, I'll keep adding more until you stop or can't cover them all." Kuroo says, grinning down at me as I tense. "You wouldn't." I hiss, Kuroo's grin widening as he reaches for me. "You really want to find out?" He teases, making me shiver as I remember the last time he said that. I glare up at him, huffing as Kozu peeks his head around. "What are you guys talking about?" Kozu asks, looking between us and raising an eyebrow at the tension between us. "I'll do it right here, right now. You want to test your luck, Tiny Dancer?" Kuroo says, and I groan in frustration, shaking my head. "Fine! But not today, I'm going to be taking a video for my brother. I don't want…" I say, dropping my gaze though Kozu reaches forward, squeezing my hand. "You're going to do a ribbon dance? Do you want me to record?" Kozu says, and I squeeze his hand back, offering him a reluctant smile. "Yes, please. I figured you'd want to watch, I'll do it after practice ends." I say, Kozu nodding as he gestures to the cafeteria. "Have you eaten yet?" He asks, and I shake my head, though he tugs me toward the line without another word.

Kuroo tags along behind us, seeming a little miffed though he easily keeps up with us little people. "So, if you're doing a dance after practice, when are we going to practice?" Kuroo asks, and I pause, reaching to itch my neck though I quickly stop myself. Kuroo grins at me and I glare at him, scoffing softly. "I guess we can do it after my dance. I didn't expect it to be so soon. Actually, I meant to ask, Kozu-kun, would you like to join us? Kuroo and I were gonna do some practicing, it'd be nice for all three of us to play!" I say, Kuroo's grin faltering as he looks down at me, a twitch appearing over his eyebrow. "Oh, I thought it was just going to be us?" He says, his voice smooth as I flash him an innocent smile. "It'll be the three of us! Oh, actually, Kozu-kun, when you come to watch my dance, the Karasuno team will be there. I promised to give them a surprise if they did well on their exams, so they're going to be watching too." I say, Kozu humming as we began gathering our food. "Speaking of, I meant to ask you about that thing you told me about, the project your club member is having you help with?" Kozu asks, making me pause as I slowly turn to face him, his cat-like eyes piercing me.

"Uh, um, what about it?" I squeak, continuing to fill my plate as I feel my cheeks burn. Of course I had told Kozu about the whole situation, he understood why I chose to do it. He also offered me plenty of support, helping me get through it and blow off my steam. "I was going to ask if I could perhaps… help, by participating." Kozu says slowly, and I quickly whip to face him, and he just looks me straight in the eyes, unwavering. "No- you can't, I couldn't- I wouldn't be able to-" I stutter, my heart pounding as my face begins to burn, and I see a faint smile on his lips, making me fall silent. "It isn't about what you can or can't do, Kimiko, it's about what I can do. That is the point of the competition, correct?" Kozu says, making me purse my lips. "It's not my project! I mean, it's Aima's project, and I made her promise to not invite anyone." I say, dropping my gaze and fiddling with my fingers. "I'll just ask her then, and in return, I'll practice with you guys. Deal?" Kozu says, and I spare a glance at Kuroo, who was watching the whole exchange. It was an ultimatum, he gets to ask or I can deal with Kuroo alone. "Fine! But only because you're the lesser of two evils." I say, Kozu giving me a full out grin.

"It's a deal then. Oh, and if you try to talk her out of it, I'm not coming to the practice." Kozu says, continuing to stack his tray with food, though I suddenly didn't feel hungry. "You're evil, Kozu-kun. An evil genius." I mumble, taking my tray and going to sit with the manager girls, though I don't participate in their chatter. I shove my food around, trying to build my appetite though I end up just forcing the little bit that I could down. I headed back to the gym when I was done, letting Misaki go to eat while I just guard the ribbon. Aima comes back at some point, forcing me to go take a shower which I decide to do, hoping it will help me release some of the tension. When I step out, I walk over to my clothes bag so I can change, reaching for my underwear first. But instead of finding my plain old underwear, I feel thin lace, and I just blink at the bag. Dread fills me as I pull out the piece, seeing it was one of the kinkfits that Aima had bought me. I hadn't even packed it- how did it get? I paused, remembering that Aima had helped me pack my things for the camp, and my mom had called me to discuss something- I was going to murder her. I slid on the set, struggling to get it right in my rage.

I tossed on an outfit that managed to cover the majority of the kinkfit, sliding on my running shoes, making sure they were tied tight. I slammed open the door, sliding it shut behind me as I dashed to the gym, fully intent on chasing her to the end of the world. I yanked the door open, running in and making a beeline for Aima who was talking to Kozu. "Kimiko! Did you see what I did?" She says, smiling at me though I just charge at her, her smile faltering as she starts backing up. "Nice choice, by the way!" Aima laughs as she turns around and starts running, not even bothering to stay in our corner. It was still break time after all, it was just the few guys scattered around chatting amongst themselves. "I am going to KILL you, Aima!" I say, my voice dripping venom as she lets out a terrified laugh, dipping and dodging through the courts, nets and obstacles. She was quick on her feet, that was for sure, but Aima always had a fatal flaw; she always stayed in one place, making her easy to corner. "Come on Kimiko! I had to make sure you wore them once! You look so nice in them too!" Aima says, though I just let out a battle cry, grabbing a volleyball as I pass a cart.

"But why did you pack all three!" I say, tossing the ball in the air, jumping up high, spreading my body out. Once again, my hand slams into the ball, my whole body coiling at the impact, sending it flying through the court, aimed at the back of Aima's retreating head. "Rolling thunder!" Noya calls, rolling in to receive the ball, though he looks up at me, his eyes widening. The ball slams into his arms perfectly, though it bounces up and hits his face with a smack. "Noya-kun! Oh my gosh, are you alright?!" I ask, forgetting my tirade as I land, running over to him and catching him as he falls over, his nose bleeding. "Someone bring me a towel!" I call, pinching his nose as he stares at the ceiling, dazed. "What kind of angel wears that shade of black?" Noya whispers to himself, making me furrow my eyebrows as I wonder what he's talking about. Had I given him a concussion? "And so lacy!" Noya says, and I realize he was talking about my underwear- my face explodes in heat, Noya was short, and he had been rolling when I had started falling, catching a glance under my shirt. "Is he alright?" Kozu asks as he hands me a towel, which I use to pinch Noya's nose and stop the bleeding.

"It was black and lacey! I never want to forget the sight of the angel in black!" Noya says, making my body heat up from pure embarrassment. "No, he has a concussion, he's imagining things, hallucinating. Take him to the nurse for me, I need to murder Aima." I say, Kozu taking my spot as I grab the ball that had been bounced off Noya's face, training my eyes on Aima. "Oh, and don't look up at me Kozu-kun, unless you want to end up like Noya-kun. You know, with a concussion." I say, calculating the trajectory before I toss the ball high in the air, stepping back before I dash forward, bracing myself before I jump as high as I could, adding a little twist to my jump to give me more momentum. "Fly like a butterfly! Sting like a bee!" I yell, using all the force I could to swing my arm forward like a whip, hitting the ball square on, my hand tingling with the smack of the ball. Aima shrieks as the ball smacks into her hip, having barely just left the hit of my hand, knocking her off balance as she grunts, falling over. I laughed at my success, before realizing that my shirt was starting to fly up as I fell down. I squeak, quickly pushing my shirt down and leaning back so no one saw.

The move knocked me off balance and set me up for a terrible landing, and I tried to think of a way to regain balance. Was this karma? If it was karma, then why me? I didn't try to hit Noya, I was just trying to hit Aima, the one who wronged me. Plus, Noya saw my underwear, and he seemed pretty happy about that? I fell into something, making me grunt as I waited for impact, but instead I was gently set down, looking up at a grinning Kuroo. "You look great in black." He comments, reminding me of my hatred for Aima as I turned to glare at her. "Hold that thought. Aima! You better be sorry, I'm never, never ever letting you buy me shit, ever again! And you're never going near my luggage either!" I say, scrambling over to her as she rolled around on the ground, clutching her hip. "The fuck was that!" She said, groaning in pain as I stepped over her, squatting down so I was straddling her. "That, Aima, is going to only be a portion of the pain you feel if you ever- EVER- try something like that again. Are we clear?" I ask, Aima flinching as she bites her lip to hide her smile. "Okay okay! God damn, that fucking hurt!" Aima laughs through her tears, and I pat her cheek softly.

"It's bad enough that Noya-kun saw, but Kuroo-Senpai saw them too. How are you going to repay me for that, Aima? Where are my clothes, Aima?" I say, though Aima starts laughing at the top of her lungs. "Worth it. Totally worth it. I didn't pack any. That's all you have." Aima says, though I stare down at her with dead serious intent. "Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't fucking breath towards me until you find a way to make this up to me, Aima. I'm. Pissed. I'm royally pissed at you." I say, and she stops laughing, looking up at me with concern now. "Still worth it." She whispers, and I glare down at her like she's dead meat, grabbing the volleyball I had used to hit her, spinning it on my finger before placing it on her forehead, still spinning. "Put that away for me, would you. If I touch it one more time, it's going to be so I can fucking spike you to death with it." I whisper, standing up and storming towards the door. "I love you!" Aima calls after me, but I just give her the bird as I spare a glare at her. "Oh yeah, she's pissed, super pissed" Aima whistles, beginning to laugh again as she slowly stands up, grabbing the volleyball and limping it to a nearby cart.

I go for a walk outside to cool my head, seething under my skin as I finally end up standing in front of a tree, staring up at the leaves waving in the wind. Okay, it wasn't that bad, I was stuck wearing fucking kinkfits for the rest of the camp, and Noya and Kuroo had seen me in one- not completely, though I was glad I grabbed the opaque bra. Had they actually seen me wearing different ones, I would have literally killed Aima, a bloody slaughter- so it could be worse, I could be on a flight to Canada, a murder case on my hands. No one was dead, I was just vaguely humiliated and pissed to my core. Someone tapped on my shoulder, making me jump as I looked to see Kei holding his headphones out to me. "You can use them. You look like you need music." Kei says, I relax my hands, realizing I had been clenching my fists so tight my nails had begun biting into my skin. "Thank you." I whisper, gently taking the headphones and watching as he took a seat at the base of the tree, crossing his arms and looking up at me. He didn't say anything, just watched me, so I slid the headphones, music already playing, more familiar calming songs, and before I knew it I was dancing and singing.

My eyes closed, moving to the music and singing every word, lost in the familiar ease of expression through song and dance. One song passed, then two, then another and another. A hand touched my shoulder, making me jump as I glanced up to see Suga smiling at me. I moved the headphones down, realizing I had lost myself to the music. "Hey Suga, what's up?" I ask softly, curious as to why he'd patted me. "Practice is about to start again, Daichi sent me to search for Tsukishima-kun since he wasn't showing up. I can see now that he was busy with you." Suga says, gesturing to the tree with a smile. I glanced down, seeing that Kei had fallen asleep, looking like he was having a peaceful sleep. I couldn't help but smile as I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you alright? Aima mentioned that you were upset with her, to give you some space." Suga asks, and I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. "She's been pushing a lot of my buttons today, but she kind of broke the camel's back with one of her antics." I mumble, Suga laying his hands on my shoulders and gently rubbing them. "Wanna talk about it?" He asks softly, offering me a sweet smile as I sigh.

"Well, she decided to replace all my underwear- all of it- with lingerie… and in my pursuit of revenge, two people saw, um, including Noya-kun." I whisper, fiddling with the headphones as Suga's hands stop on my shoulders. "Wait, really?" Suga asks, and I just nod, running a hand through my hair. "No wonder he's been bumbling about an angel in black, he's been totally out of it for a while now." Suga says, chuckling softly as I groan in embarrassment. "I kinda hoped I could play it off as he got a concussion and started seeing things. I mean, it'd make sense right? He got hit with a volleyball so hard he got a nosebleed." I say, nibbling my bottom lip as Suga hums softly. "Black, huh?" Suga says, making my cheeks burn as I turn to look at him with wide eyes. "Oh come on Suzuki-chan, I'm a man. Don't look at me like that." Suga chuckles as I drop my gaze to the ground. "Well, Aima chose it all, and it wouldn't be that bad if it wasn't for one thing- they're… they're all lace, and I don't mind lace, but I have to choose which one I want to show off, but I don't want to show off!" I say, seeming to confuse Suga as he raises an eyebrow at me, making me sigh.

"It's only lace on my privates, but I get to choose if I show off my breasts, or… that… or both. There's not one that covers both." I whisper, Suga's mouth forming an 'O' before he clears his throat. "And right now?" Suga asks, his voice rough as I fiddled with my fingers. "Well, I can wear pants to cover… that, but some of my shirts aren't boob friendly, so I went with boob friendly." I whisper, Suga slowly nodding as he takes a moment to breathe. "Well, if you think about it, isn't it kind of like wearing something revealing for dance? I don't mean go flashing people, but it kinda fits? I can't do anything for… that, but if you want, I can give you some athletic tape to cover your… nipples… in the meantime. If it'll help." Suga offers, and I slowly turn to him, wrapping him up in a tight hug. "That'd be fantastic Suga-Senpai! Thank you for your advice, you're right, I mean, it's kinda like wearing something for a dance, as much as I hate it, but… it's not like I can do anything about it but wear stuff that hides it for the most part." I sigh, itching the back of my neck though Suga pausing as he looks at my neck. "What happened to your neck?" Suga asks, and I quickly cover it, my cheeks burning.

"If it's alright, I'd rather not talk about it. Don't you need to get back now? I'll wake Tsuki-kun." I say, though Kei just snorts. "I'm awake." He says, his voice rough as he stands, patting himself off. "Tsuki-kun! How long have you been awake?" I ask, shyly handing him his headphones back which he takes, smiling at me. "Long enough to know you're wearing black." He says, making me blush as I open my mouth. "Oh, well, I'm going to disappear under a rock now." I say turning to slink back to the gym as Suga and Kei follow behind me. "It's okay, I mean it's Aima's fault, not yours." Kei says, gently patting my shoulder before he walks ahead. "Still embarrassing." I mumble, Suga chuckling softly as all three of us walk into the gym. "Come on, I'll give you that tape. I've got my own personal stash." Suga says, pointing over to a group of bags. I follow him, waiting patiently as he searches for it. "Found it!" He says, pulling it out and handing it to me. "Thank you, Suga-Senpai!" I say, giving him another hug before running back over to the dance corner. I notice Aima sparing me anxious glances, though she tried to play it off and hide it.

"Aima, is your hip okay?" I ask, tossing the tape onto our things so I could bring it back to the room later. She looked over at me, her lip trembling before she began bawling. "I'm sorry Kimiko! Please forgive me! I love you, you know I'd never do anything that would hurt you! Just humiliate you for the sake of fun!" She says, running over to me and hugging me tight. "Yeah yeah, I know. I don't plan on killing you yet. You're getting close, though." I say, patting her back gently as she chokes out a laugh. "Good." She says, sniffing before she backs away, fanning her eyes. "I'm fine." She says, clearing her throat and smiling. "You left a nice big volleyball shaped bruise on my hip, so unfortunately I'll be without dick for a minute. It's okay though, I deserve it." She says, making me laugh. "Yeah, you do!" I laugh, though she scoffs. "You better get enough dick for the both of us, Kimiko!" Aima demands, making my jaw drop as I stare at her. "What the fuck Aima! I don't exactly just go around spreading my legs." I say, shaking my head at her antics. "I mean you do, but not like you need to, so you're right, you're helpless." Aima laughs, slowly turning to Misaki and putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Misaki, it's on you. I'm out of commission, and Kimiko's absolutely hopeless." Aima says, though Misaki just snorts. "There's a limit to how much I can ride my boyfriend's dick girls, so you're SOL." Misaki says, rolling her eyes though Aima gasps dramatically. "Oh no, it's the end of the world, not enough dick to go around!" I joke, waving my hands a little bit as Aima slowly turns towards me. "Kimiko… I'm going to have to turn you over to the wolves, the plan's already in motion. Who do you want to be first?" She says, making my eyebrows furrow as I stare at her confused. "What do you mean?" I ask, Aima wiping away an imaginary tear. "You're right, your fate's already been chosen. It's so obvious, it's him." Aima says, turning me around and pointing to Kuroo, who was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, finishing off his water bottle. "Aima, how many times do I have to say it! Not gonna happen!" I sigh, shaking my head as Aima puts her hands on my hips. "Make it happen, Kimiko, make it happen- or else, everytime he looks at you I'm going to take your shirt off." Aima says, her grip on my hips tightening- wait, my shirt?

"Aima no!" I squeal, grabbing onto the bottom of my shirt just as she tries to pull it up. "We're in a room full of boys, for God's sake, please, leave me my dignity!" I say, Aima letting out a deep sigh as she rolled her eyes. "Fine, by the will of God's grace, I'll find a way to make it happen." Aima says, making me groan in frustration. "You're not inviting him to the contest!" I hiss, though she just sticks her tongue out at me. "I know, you party crasher. I just know you guys could be magic together!" Aima says, though I just roll my eyes and walk over to the speaker. "Training camp, Aima, not goof around and mess with Kimiko camp." I say, Aima grumbling though she does nod, her eyes widening. "I know! Let's all take our shirts off!" Aima says, clapping her hands as I look at her like she's crazy. I slowly walk over to her, putting my hand to her forehead, feeling for a temperature. "You good Aima? I'm genuinely concerned at this point. You've been out of whack all day." I ask, pulling my hand away as she rolls her eyes at me. "Kimiko, I'm in a room filled with sweaty hot guys, not all of us are immune to their charms like you are." Aima says matter-in-factly, gesturing to the rest of the gym.

"How am I immune?" I ask, and she points to the team on the first net. "They make you feel hot and gooey inside?" She asks, so I look over, staring for a moment before shaking my head. "How about them?" Aima says, pointing to the next group, though it's the same thing. "Them?" She asks, same thing, and finally she points to Nekoma's court, raising an eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes, fully turning to their court, and as tempting as it is to avert my gaze and look away from them in general, I decide to focus on Kozu instead of Kuroo. I wait the same time as I did with the others, turning back to Aima. "Nothing." I say, looking her straight in the eye as she crosses her arms. "Okay, you felt nothing looking over the court, but were you specifically avoiding looking at him?" Aima says, gesturing back over to their court and making me glare at her. "What does it matter? I didn't feel anything and he's part of that court." I say, running my hand down my face though she lets out a frustrated sigh. "Watch him for a minute, then tell me you didn't feel shit." Aima sighs, so I huff, turning back to their court, my eyes automatically finding Kuroo easily, watching him as he was laser focused on his game.

He was coated in a thin layer of sweat, watching the ball intently as it flew around the enemies court. He suddenly moved to one side of the court, bouncing lightly, easily blocking a spike and sending it to the ground. A satisfied grin spreading over his face- his gaze suddenly met mine, his grin spreading even wider. He winked at me, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, giving me a view of the pale skin hidden under his shirt. My skin heated as he slowly slid a hand through his hair, openly smiling at me as he fluttered his shirt as if trying to air in, though it was obvious- he was teasing me, and it made me itch to get him all hot and bothered. "You're right, I do feel something. I feel fucking irritated, look at him! He's trying to annoy me!" I say, Aima letting out a frustrated sigh and Misaki clapping her hands. "Girls! Rule number 1 of the club." Misaki says, coming to stand before us as I cross my arms. "No letting boys come between us." Aima and I say in unison, the rules drilled into our head. "Rule number one, section A!" Misaki says as I watch Kuroo, though he's doing a little dance himself, I recognize it as 'lets link'- short but very effective- and he was good at it.

"Any disputes over boys regardless of circumstances, will be dealt with through dance battle." Aima and I say at the same time, and realize what Misaki was implying. "I'll now put this rule into effect, in regards to your contrasting opinions on said boy. Topic is whether Aima can tease Kimiko on the boy anymore. Aima what do you demand!" Misaki asks, Aima straightening up. "If I win, I demand that Kimiko let me plan and coordinate her outfits next camp!" Aima says, Kimiko nodding before looking over at me. "I forfeit my rights to demand in return for choosing the dance song." I say, Kimiko both flipping their heads to face me, though I'm keeping my eyes on Kuroo as he grins at me. "Juice Wrld, Golden x get away." I say, giving Kuroo my own sultry grin. "Kimiko's willingly going to dance to such a song? Nooo! No complaints, I request to have high heels as a requirement." Aima laughs giddily and runs over to her bag. "No complaints." I say, Misaki clapping her hands to conclude the rules. I walk over to my shoe bag, kicking off my sneakers and socks, reaching in and grabbing my black butterfly heels. I set them to the side, sliding my hands into my pants, making sure I had the right layer.

I slowly slid them down, revealing my black high waisted cheeky shorts. I had put them on as a precaution, considering my lace panties were see-through, but now I was glad I wore them. The suspenders hung out, hanging on tightly to my thighs though I didn't have them connected to anything. "Misaki, white crop top mesh?" I asked, Misaki laughing as she ran over to her bag, and I stepped out of my pants, kicking them out the way. "Got it! You better be on your A game, Aima, Kimiko's about to burn the fucking place down." Misaki says, pulling out her crop top mesh shirt, tossing it to me. I grab it from the air, sliding it on in one swift move, sliding out of my previous shirt and tossing it to the side. The mesh was close knitted, but you could see the hints of black underneath. It had been a long while since I had been this motivated, but I planned to drive Kuroo fucking crazy. I strapped on my butterfly heels, walking over to where Misaki and Aima were waiting. I did a quick light stretch, my eyes once again finding Kuroo, seeing he was still watching me. I pointed a finger at him, gesturing for him to watch my every move, sliding a hand down my body and slightly swaying my hips.

He bit his bottom lip, calling something to his team before he stepped off the court, sitting on the bench. He didn't face the court, he faced me, his eyes trained to my body. I grinned at him as Misaki played the song, moving my body to the music, sliding my hands slowly and sensually over my torso. I closed my eyes, lightly twisting my hips to add more movement, popping my chest like a heartbeat to the starting 'golden' while I slid my hands into my hair, the song's chorus beginning. I slid my leg out, moving my body like water, being as fluid I possibly could with each move I made. I swayed my hips side to side, moving my shoulders to the tempo, sliding my fingers through my hair as I slowly opened my eyes, giving Kuroo the sexiest look I could, keeping my eyes hooded as I starting touching myself again, the base dropped and I dropped down, holding a squatting position slowly opening and closing my legs like an invitation, stroking my thighs as I gave him a sultry grin, leaning back on my hand and sliding my hand between my legs, stroking my inner thigh. I rolled my hips as I gently stroked my shorts, rolling my head back like I was in pleasure, the song slowed down and I slid my legs back. 

I carefully avoided my heels as I kneeled on the ground, rolling my hips to the beat of the song, sitting up as I slid my hands up my chest, tracing the skin as I bit my lip, brushing my shirt up with one hand, giving him a view of my lacy black bra before I suddenly rolled over, spreading my legs and lifting my high ass in the air, rolling my hips as I dragged my legs back in as I sat up, kneeling, my back to Kuroo as I bounced on the ground, grinding, stroking and humping it, riding the floor as I slid my fingers through my hair, the beginning of the second part of the song playing. I leaned forward onto my elbows, sliding my legs out in a plank position, keeping them together as I slid and rolled my hips in provocative motions, slowly stretching my arms out over the floor. I dragged my knees in until I was kneeling, sliding my legs until I was completely flat, feeling my ass jiggle as I had placed a perfectly time bounce of my hips, Misaki whistling at me as I rolled over, using my momentum to catapult my body up into a kneeling position, rolling my hips as I met Kuroo's gaze again, biting my bottom lip as I stroked over my chest, sliding my hand under my shirt and flashing him my bra again.

I rolled my torso as my hand followed the wave down, tracing down my chest until settling between my legs. I lifted my leg up, rolling my hips against my hand as I slowly stood up, swinging my hips side to side, sliding my hands through my hair as I spread my legs, swinging my hips in slow, sultry moves as the song slowly ended. If looks could kill, Kuroo would have burned me alive. His gaze was hot on my body, setting me in fire all over and making me burn up. He was leaning forward, arm perched on his leg, his chin in his hand as his gaze slowly ate me up. His gaze met mine as I stopped dancing, my tongue darting to moisten my lips. I watched him stiffen as he leaned back, running a hand through his hair- his shirt lifted slightly, revealing the huge tent he was pitching in his shorts. His face curled into a wide grin as he leaned his elbows on his knees, hunching forward and making the tent disappear into his clothes. "You know, honestly, I was too busy enjoying Kimiko's performance to even watch yours, Aima, so I don't even know who won. Though for sure Kimiko's was a show stopper." Misaki says, though I barely manage to tear my eyes away from Kuroo.

"Rock paper scissors?" I ask Aima, my voice throaty as I hold up a fist. "Don't forget the dance!" Aima says, giving me a knowing smile as we begin our little routine, bouncing our fists as we sway our hips, suddenly dropping into a crouch before bouncing up, running our hands through our hair, popping our chests with our choice out twice like a heartbeat. I had chosen scissors, Aima had chosen rock. "Ha! I won!" Aima laughs, though I click my tongue, turning around and bending over. Aima slapped both of my ass cheeks, making me gasp as she laughed at me. "Damn! Now I wish I would've asked for more!" Aima says, and I raise an eyebrow at her. "Would you like a rematch?" I ask, though she shakes her head furiously. "Not if it's that song- no, actually, not while you're trying to show off. I had definitely failed that round, but I got lucky that you showed off too much." Aima laughs, though I roll my eyes. "I'm going to go grab a drink of water real quick." I say, walking over to the water fountain in the hallway and grabbing my shirt. "Misaki! She's thirsty! Get it?" Aima squealed, though I shook my head. "Ha ha. So funny. Look, I'm laughing." Misaki says flatly with a straight face, Aima scoffing at her.

Kuroo couldn't move, watching as Kimiko danced, doing his best to commit every move to his memory. He was mesmerized, she was so fucking sexy- and when she flashed him her lacy black bra, he tingled everywhere. How long had she been wearing that? How long would she be wearing it? Would he get the opportunity to peel it off of her? His fingers itched to touch her, his tongue ached to taste her skin again. The best part was with her dance, she showed off her hickey's, the ones that he had put on her. It was like she was daring him to do it again, teasing him with what he had done. He didn't regret it at all, marking her, tasting her, hearing her whimper and begging… it had been for him to stop of course, but he couldn't resist. When she had touched him, slid her thumb into his pants… god, the things he wanted to do to her right then, training camp be damned. He was saved from his thoughts when she dumped ice in his pants, having been so close to ripping off her clothes and ravaging her. But he still fucking burned for her, he burned for her now, wanted to take her right on the floor, in front of everyone, to make her scream his name at the top of her lungs.

She stopped moving as the song ended, his eyes meeting her hooded gaze, her face one of ecstasy. If she were under him, would she make a face like that? Her lips slightly parted, chest heaving, eyes hungry for more. Her tongue darted across her lips, making him tense as his mind went straight to feeling it on his cock, making him rock hard for her. Red, soft, wet- fuck, even if she was bad at it, he'd be shaking with her pretty lips wrapped around him. He took a deep breath, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Her cheeks went pink, her eyes widening slightly as her eyes barely glanced between his legs. Kuroo grinned at her, knowing exactly what she was looking at, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. She tore her eyes from him, discussing something with her club- she started dancing with another member, bouncing her fist, swaying her hips. Fuck, she was good at that. Was she trying to tease him? Everything she did was a tease, it wasn't fair. "Ha! I won!" The other girl said, Kimiko turning around and bending over. The girl smacked her ass, making her gasp as her ass jiggled- holy fucking jiggle, it would bounce everytime he slammed into-

"Kuro, are you done?" Kenma asks, making Kuroo blink as he realizes Kimiko is gone, nowhere to be seen. Fuck, he had gotten distracted thinking of her bent over in front of him, writhing as he- "Kuro?" Kenma asks, bringing him out of his thoughts as he takes a slow deep breath. "I'm gonna need a minute." Kuroo says, finally turning to face his court, running a hand over his face as he looks at the board. His team was currently losing by one point, what had he missed? "You alright?" Kenma asks, making Kuroo chuckle as he fully turns to face the court. "Yeah, just missing blood in the brain." Kuro says, Kenma slightly raising an eyebrow at him. "Go to the bathroom then, we need you on the court." Kenma says, making Kuroo laugh as he nodded. "Okay, be back." He says, getting up and heading to the bathroom. I bent over, brushing and holding my hair out of the way as I pressed the button on the fountain, taking a long slow drink of the refreshing water. I moaned softly, letting my eyes fall shut as I took another, and another, feeling more and more refreshed with every swallow. Someone's hot hand placed on my hip, making me jump as I lifted my head away from the fountain.