❝ 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...
seki <33 sis we forgot to wake u up...i am so sorry
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If there was one thing Iori didn't like, it was routine. For almost the entire day, she had done as followed: take pictures for thirty minutes, sit down and talk with Seki, Yukie, Kaori, sort through and clean up photos, repeat. Her feet ached from standing for a majority of the day, but luckily, it was almost over.
The managers (+ Iori) were about to go make dinner. Then, she would get to sit down and rest her feet while the other three cooked, because they felt bad that Iori had done a lot of work.
She would've insisted on helping, but...at least sometimes she could take advantage of ideal situations. Besides, they owed her, seeing as they accidentally let her sleep through the alarm this morning.
Once again, Inarizaki won their practice set; this time it was against Kamomedai, and to be honest, Iori didn't see what was so impressive about their team other than the fact that one of them was short and another was way too tall.
So far, Inarizaki had won about 65% of their sets, losing every few games. Iori had noticed how un-warmed-up Fukurodani had been, with some pretty inconsistent performances in their game. Specifically, their ace (his name was Bokuto, or something) seemed really unmotivated.
She wondered if he had done badly on his exams or something.
"Iori!" Kaori called from the doorway, making Iori jump. "It's time to make dinner!"
Iori dropped the camera, the sudden pressure on her neck making her jerk forward a bit. She managed to not trip, quickly running over to them and exiting the gym. "This is hell! I'm convinced," Iori exclaimed, taking the camera off her neck.
"It's not thatbad," Yukie snorted. "At least for you. Bokuto is all depressed at how uninterested everybody seems in him."
Oh. So that was the problem.
"At our other camp, he's probably the best player. Last year, there was a newer team that had a really good run at nationals that was invited, and the first years did more than kiss up to him," Kaori sighed, her face dropping. "Akaashi is struggling to figure out what to do."
"We can usually beat Shiratorizawa and Kamomedai, at the very least. The boys are so sore from all the punishments they've had to do."
"I can make them the tea I drink when my knee hurts more than usual?" Iori suggested absentmindedly. "It has a little bit of my prescribed pain med in it that I'll take out, but I can lie and say it'll work wonders on soreness."
