❝ man, i'm just here to take pictures of you
so my club will stay alive. ❞
↳ aimoto iori never expected
her second year would su-
ck this bad. ever.
MIYA TWINS X OC ((NOT POLY...
ﾟ☆ miya atsumu fact ! ☆ﾟ the closest he's ever gotten to fighting somebody was when he accidentally pissed off sakusa kiyoomi :)
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Iori's hands trembled as she looked through the newspaper, reading over her little section on the beginning of the year for the boys' volleyball team.
As she assumed, they had used the picture of Atsumu's first serve. What she wrote, though, concerned her most.
"Miya Atsumu's first serve of the year cemented one thing in my mind—this year is going to be a good one," she read aloud, pausing for a moment afterward.
She grimaced.
"Oh my god, how cringe-worthy is that?" she spat, throwing the paper onto the table. Miyoko's eyes widened.
"Are you kidding? The column was golden. And you got through all of the advice submissions in a day! How cool is that!" Miyoko exclaimed. She had been nothing but excited about Iori's quite successful first try at sports writing, and had been quite convinced that it already rivaled Yamada's artistry.
"Golden? I don't think so," Iori shook her head in disgust. "It's so...sappy. It's like I kissed up to them for twenty minutes and then sent it through to the editors."
"Isn't that what you did, though?" Inoue questioned. "Kiss up to them for twenty minutes and send it through to the editors."
"Technically, yes, but—!"
"Dude, the fan clubs are going to eat it up! Just trust me," Miyoko smiled. "Calm yourself down, okay? You're just nervous because you don't know what public reception will be. Yamada was the same."
"When does it come out?"
"Tomorrow morning," she mused. "Make sure not to give that to anybody, huh?"
"When does club end?"
"Thirty minutes. It's only 3:30, Aimo."
"Horrifying," Iori responded, putting her head down on the table. Somehow, it was only Monday, and she had already wanted to erase Miyoko's existence.
The feeling of her phone vibrating in her pocket wasn't much better. Groaning, Iori sat up and looked at the caller ID. Mimiwa was written out in the default font.
"Hello?" Iori murmured into the phone.
"Geez, you sound tired," Kageyama Miwa said, a slight laugh in her voice. "How's my favorite baby cousin doing?"
