❝ 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...
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Suna was tired. His joints ached from the rigorous practice he had been enduring, the constant cycle of drill after drill catching up with him. Practice had finally ended—thank god, because he was about to pass out—and now, he was happily relaxing on one of the benches in the gym.
Atsumu and Osamu were still going at it, sending up ball after ball with no hesitation in between sets and spikes. They'd enlisted one of the poor first-years to pick up every ball they'd hit.
Suna, on the other hand, planned to go home and take a five-hour nap.
I'm forgetting something, he thought, furrowing his brows in frustration as he took another swig of his water.
"Oi, Ginjima," he called, looking over at his friend. "What day is it?"
Ginjima looked over, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "The sixth, I think?"
Realization dawned on Suna as he slowly stalked over to his bag, snatching his phone out of it. "Come here," he said, waving for Ginjima to sit with him. Suna plopped down onto the hardwood floors, pulling up a link a certain someone had sent him yesterday.
"They're coming off of time-out now, that's Amanoshiro's last one," a commentator announced, her voice smooth over the game.
"Holy shit, four-point lead? What set?"
"First, I think," Suna said. "They're killing it."
"Number one, Aimoto Iori, returns to the end line, ball in hand. Amanoshiro is dealing with her serve for the first time this game, and they're struggling, surprisingly."
"Really? That's Iori?"
Apparently, this caught the attention of Atsumu, who let the ball drop right in front of him. He walked straight over to Suna, trying to get a glimpse of his phone screen. "What's goin' on?"
"It's the finals' game between Amanoshiro and Tennoritsu. Iori's serving," Suna deadpanned, turning the volume up a bit. Osamu stalked over as well, the twins eagerly parking themselves next to Suna.
Iori spun the ball in her hands a couple of times, shaking her head as she waited. Her hair had been cut way shorter than it had been, ending off just after her chin. She probably could've put it up, but she'd chosen not to, letting it dangle.
"Number one'll hopefully be getting a hair tie here soon, as her last one broke..."
