❝ 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...
☆ HINATA SHOUYO GOT A 41 ON HIS LAST ENGLISH EXAM ☆
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The meeting spot was an ice cream stand in the back corner of the cafeteria. Iori had split off from Inarizaki almost immediately after arriving at the venue, pushing her way through the fairly packed gymnasium; due to the overwhelming amount of signs pointing where to go, she was able to find the cafeteria easily.
And, by extension, Hinata's bright orange hair was easy to spot as well. A wave of happy adrenaline flew through Iori's stomach as she skipped up, her smile bigger than ever. Kiyoko spun around, waving at Iori with a jovial expression.
"Hello!" she exclaimed, giggling. She was quick to give Kiyoko and Yachi hugs, squeezing them as tight as she could. "How are you guys? It's been way too long!"
"Nervous!" Yachi squeaked. Iori noticed just how pale her face was, which cemented her words as the truth. Kiyoko nodded in agreement.
"It's very grand here," Kiyoko spoke. "Very overwhelming."
"Iori!" a familiar, silly voice exclaimed. She quickly turned to the side, opening her arms and inviting a hug.
"Yuu!" she chirped, locking him in a big hug. "I'm so happy you're here! It's super exciting!"
Nishinoya pulled back, smiling. He ruffled Iori's hair, despite being a solid two inches smaller than her.
"You should've expected nothing less!" Nishinoya beamed, laughing after he spoke."I knew we were gonna be here at some point."
"Of course, of course," Iori ruffled his hair back. "Where's Tobio?"
"Filing his nails, or something," Nishinoya responded, pointing to the floor. Kageyama was, indeed, filing his nails, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed. Iori walked over, sitting down in front of him and slapping his knee as hard as she could.
"Ow, what was that for?!" he exclaimed, jumping in surprise. Iori laughed, shoving his knee once again. Kageyama continued looking offended (though, honestly, when did he not? It was kind of the standard).
"How are you? Are you feeling ready?"
"Of course," Kageyama said, shrugging. "Why would I not?"
"Not even the least bit nervous?"
"Not really."
"Right, okay, well," Iori began, her smile morphing into a more sheepish one. "You gotta win for me, okay? You can't get knocked down this early."
