"There's no guarantee it'll work out. If we can't do it, there's no real harm, we'll just be hard pressed for time to do the dates." Daichi says, and I slowly lean back, debating it over in my head. "They're gonna be playing in a huge gym! If we can, we can practice dancing, maybe even bust out some of the fancy things! I mean, it's going to be fun!" Aima says, her eyes twinkling as I think about how nice it would be to practice in a wide open area. "Even if you don't manage to get in, we could also scrape together some money and possibly get you a hotel for the stay." Daichi says, making me sigh softly. "And where is this training camp?" I ask, Daichi dropping his head to look at his hands. "It's in Tokyo." He mumbles, though a smile spreads over my face. "I'll go! I mean, I'll need to check with my mom, but I'd like to!" I say, clapping my hands excitedly as Daichi looks at me, surprised. "You will?" He asks, his brows furrowing. "Well, if we can manage to get the coordinators to accept us as 'cheerleaders', but I'd rather not have you guys pay out of pocket." I admit as Daichi's face spread into a smile. "Deal." He chuckles, taking my hand and shaking it.
"Okay! To the finer details then! If we manage to get in, we're going to actually be cheerleaders, which means we're going to be dancing provocatively in front of a bunch of high school boys. We'll need to practice all of our dances, no breaks, while maintaining our grades! It'll be showtime, live performance, lights, camera, and action!" Aima says excitedly, giving me a form to sign as I smile at her enthusiasm. "No duh, all work no play." I laugh, looking over the paper before signing, seeing that I had to get my mom to sign too. "I mean, Misaki will be all over her boyfriend. I am going to be hunting down a fine volleying gentleman to soothe my lonely soul." Aima says dramatically, making me laugh and shake my head at her antics. "You better dress nicely then, but also appropriately." I say, raising an eyebrow at her as she slaps her hands over her mouth, gasping. "Shopping trip! We are so getting you some lingerie." Aima cackles, making me blush as Daichi chokes. "Aima! Who the heck is even going to pay for that?" I ask, though she just smiles. "I got money, oh yeah, I got plenty of money to spoil you!" She laughs, winking at me.
"Especially if it's a wardrobe investment for you." She says, clapping her hands excitedly as I sigh. "Fine, but it all has to be stuff I can wear on a daily basis." I mumble, Daichi's cheeks turning red as he quickly covers them. "One kinkfit!" Aima says, lifting a finger up as I raise an eyebrow at her. "The fuck is a kinkfit?" I ask, and Aima just smiles mischievously at me. "Just agree, Kimiko, I'm not going to force you to wear it. You'll just have it stored in the back of your closet, waiting for a lucky guy." Aima sighs, and I groan, waving my hand exaggeratedly and rolling my eyes. "Fine. One 'kinkfit'." I say, Daichi bolting up and pointing to the door. "I better go catch up to the boys and tell them the news, so, uh, you do that, and I'll text you if we need your help with the studies." Daichi says, his voice rough as he steps towards the door. "Hey, Daichi-kun." Aima says in an all too familiar teasing voice. "Yes?" He asks, clearing his throat. "Red or black?" She giggles, winking at Daichi as his jaw drops, his face turning red. "Black?" She asks, her face curling in a knowing grin. "Gotta go!" Daichi says, turning without another word and leaving. "Black!" Aima calls after him, laughing.
