❝ 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...
*.☽ AT SOME POINT OR ANOTHER, KAGEYAMA MIWAENDED UP COINING A CERTAIN SOMEONE'S STAGE NAME
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"Stop moving, twat!"
"I can't help it, Miwa," Iori whined, squirming in the dress she was wearing. "It's hard! I can barely breathe sitting like this."
"Congrats, now stay still," Yukimi agreed, fiddling with Iori's hair. "You know, out of all of my friends, I thought Tsuru would be the first to get married."
"I can't tell if that's an insult or not," Tsuru snorted, doing some kind of finger warmup—she insisted that it was absolutely needed if she wanted to give a decent performance, but Iori thought she looked plain stupid.
After all, Iori—having watched Tsuru prepare for numerous competitions—had never seen her do this little finger thing. She would be sure to pester her about it later.
"So you're telling me his little grandma suggested a Christian style wedding?" Miwa mused, lightly brushing some kind of shimmery eyeshadow onto Iori's eyelid. Their day had been hectic; the bridesmaids' dresses ended up getting lost, and they'd spent two out of their three-hour designated get-ready time finding them.
Originally, Yukimi wasn't going to work on the hair. Miwa had freaked out about it until Yukimi begrudgingly volunteered, which had been Miwa's plan all along (she'd always made a big deal about Yukimi's hair, for some reason).
"She insisted. Something about me teaching English... it 'had to be American,' she said. I am but a slave to Kita Yumie."
"People-pleaser," Tsuru said, loudly popping one of her fingers. "I think American-style weddings are nicer. Plus, you get to wear a pretty dress...I think it's a win."
"I don't! I was hoping she'd do the little small close-friend-and-family thing," Yukimi groaned. "Flying so far is hard...couldn't you have gone to South America, instead?"
"I, personally, think it's weird that you chose Okinawa. You met—"
"I know who I met here, we can keep that silent! Shinsuke wanted to," Iori huffed. The disappearance of pressure on her eyelid signaled that Miwa had completed the eyes—her second-to-last addition to the equation that she'd done, effectively ignoring PEMDAS—and was moving on.
Iori was quick to open her eyes, sitting up with a sigh. She really was suffocating, slouching down like that. Plus, her dress was digging into her side.
"I'm done with the hair," Yukimi announced. "How much time do we have?"
"Not enough," Miwa responded, picking up a pretty nude-colored lipstick. Miwa was rapidly fussing over the lipstick, struggling to get it open. When the lid popped off, she mumbled something under her breath. "If you move, I will drive a knife through your chest."
