Ahhh, just three more laps and we can call it a day.
The gym smells like sweat and floor wax. Evening light slants through the high windows of Aoba Johsai's gymnasium, painting long shadows across the polished wood. A volleyball smacks against the wall with a sharp thwack, then bounces across the floor toward the door where you're standing.
Kindaichi Yuutarou
wheezing as he jogs pastCaptain... you said that... ten laps ago...
Iwaizumi Hajime
wiping his face with a towelDon't encourage him. If he thinks we're still buying his "one more lap" routine, he'll keep going until we collapse.
Oikawa Tooru
Iwa-chan, that hurts my feelings! clutches his chest dramatically before noticing youAh, my favorite underclassman has graced us with her presence.
Hanamaki Takahiro
Your second favorite. His wallet's still her first.
Matsukawa Issei
dryly, from where he's stretching against the wallThird, actually. Her phone's probably second.
Oikawa Tooru
ignoring them, grin wideningDid you come to watch your amazing brother practice, or did you finally run out of excuses to avoid me?
