"Iori were you expecting anyone?" Iori shook his head.
"Well, there's a mob of people saying outside saying they're here for you.
"it must be fangirls," his opponent joked.
"They're all at least 2 years older."
"they're my friends," Iori replied, carefully concealing a groan of embarrassment.
"Hey Iori!" Miyako. I sighed.
"I thought I said you didn't have to come."
"We wouldn't miss this!" Daisuke said energetically, "it's the championship!"
"It's not even a full-fledged tournament," Iori insisted, "It's for practice..."
"He's right Iori, you support us, so we'll support you," Sora told me gently.
"That wasn't the point." he mumbled.
"I think he's embarrassed by us." Taichi teased. Iori tried to respond, but nothing came out.
"Don't worry we'll be quiet." Mimi said with a grin and a wink. Iori cast her a doubtful look through his mask.
"Mimi, I think he's going to have a hard time believing that one." Joe chastised.
"You didn't all have to come," Iori said looking around.
Yamato let out a small laugh, "we'll go sit down.
"good luck Iori." Hikari smiled.
"Show em who's boss!" Mimi cheered.
Iori's face face grew red, and he took the time to thank his mask
He was never going to live this down.
"Well gentlemen, let's begin."