❝ 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...
☆ AIMOTO IORI GOT A 99 ON HER MOST RECENT ENGLISH EXAM ☆
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"Come on, it can't be that bad," Tsuru's voice came over the voice clear-as-day, speaking in her usual melodic tone. "Besides, it's not like it's a boring sport, like baseball or something."
"There's literally nothing for me to do. I'm just sitting here, staring at the wall," Iori groaned back. Over the past few weeks, the two had spent a lot of time chatting, easily progressing from texting to calling each other whenever they could. Tsuru was surprisingly less busy than Iori would've thought of her.
"Go hang out with them? Let loose, live the life of a shoujo slice-of-life! Or don't! But, that's what I would do," Tsuru hummed. There was a swift sound of scissors cutting paper, and then a quick yelp. "I almost died, what the fuck?"
"What time is it?" Iori asked. "I don't know when the bus is leaving, but they were hellbent on watching some team play, and I'm seriously considering taking the train home."
"Do it. Go find one of those tall, pretty volleyball girls and ask if they'd walk you home. Because you're short, they'll believe you, and now you have a cool, volleyball-playing girlfriend."
"Nice slippery slope, but I could easily make it home on my own."
"Didn't you say it looked like it was about to rain?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Then just wait for the bus. Maybe text the team captain...uh, Shinta? What was his name? Doesn't matter, text him or something. Say your mom wants you home now."
"Nice try, name's Kita. Anywho, maybe, but―"
"Aimoto!"
Iori quickly turned, noticing Atsumu waving for her to come over. The entire team was waiting, staring at her slouched body with straight faces. They were sweaty and gross, and, quite frankly, looked like a pack of small children who just got done at the park.
"Ah, that's my cue. Bye-bye, Tsu," Iori hummed.
"Bye! Have a fine rest of your day, love you."
"Love you too!"
Iori hung up, standing with her bag (that was gifted to her by Yamada, after he proclaimed she needed something to carry her camera in) and shuffling over to the crowd. She walked slightly behind them, scrolling through her phone.
The Karasuno-second-year group chat was still going on and on about their qualifiers starting tomorrow, and how one of the kids on the team had hit on Kiyoko. There were a couple mentions of "Hinata saving her life" from a "horrible monster," Iori assuming that horrible monster was a boy.
