Suddenly a boy appears before us, doing a double take. "Uoooh!" He says, falling to his knees, I step forward, concerned in case he hurts himself. "Th-th-the girls have multiplied! There's a pretty one, a cute one- sexy, foxy, my heart!" The boy says, tossing his head back and ogling us. "Take a good look, Tora, this is the sanctity of Karasuno." Ryu says, stepping before us like we're a display, making us laugh. "Kuh! So bright!" The boy says, covering his eyes like we were the sun. "Are you okay? You didn't hurt your knees, did you?" I ask, stepping around and offering him a hand which he stares at. "Suzuki-chan! Conspiring with our rivals?" Ryu gasps, making me laugh as I turn to look up at him. "A rival is no good if they're hurt; they can't keep you on your toes injured." I say, turning back to the boy, seeing he had instead been replaced by a standing pair of Nekoma pants. "A noble motion, Suzuki-chan." Someone says, their voice sending a shiver up my spine as I look up at the man standing before me; he had dark black hair, as tall as Kei and a mischievous, sexy grin on his face. "I don't see any feathers on you, are you even a crow?" He says, slowly looking over my outfit.
It took me a minute to understand what he meant; it had been mentioned that the volleyball team was referred to as crows, or ravens, and Nekoma as cats. While the volleyball team had their uniform, us dance girls were just wearing regular outfits comfortable to dance in. "I'm more of a butterfly, dancing in the wind." I decided to say, offering him a smile as he finally met my gaze. "Oh, you're the dance club they mentioned?" He says, tilting his head as he looks over me again, making me tingle. "That'd be the one!" Daichi says as he walks up beside the man. I glanced around for the boy who fell earlier, seeing no sign of him. "I'll see you around, I've got to go get the rest of our equipment. Meet you inside, Sawamura-Senpai." I say, bowing my head to the two before stepping around then and walking back to the bus. I'm almost there before I hear Aima come running up behind me, barely dodging being tackled. "Girl, he was checking you out!" Aima says, not even bothered by my easy evasion of her. "Even after you left, he didn't take his eyes off of you!" Aima says, making my cheeks burn slightly as I reach the bus, grabbing some of our equipment.
"Oh. My. Gosh! You think he's hot, don't you! Don't worry, I won't interfere, he's off limits for me. Maybe I should invite him to join the competition? Oh yes! Outside forces make it more interesting!" Aima says, though I take a deep breath, turning to her. "Aima." I say, looking her straight in the eyes as she freezes, though she's still smiling. "Take this to the gym, would you?" I say, offering her a smile as I hand her a bag. "Oh, yeah." She says, taking the bag from me and hauling it into your shoulder, her grin growing. "But that wasn't an outright no." She giggles as I lift another bag, handing it to her, which she easily takes. "Aima." I say again, looking at her again in her eyes. "Yes?" She says, biting her bottom lip as I raise an eyebrow at her. "To the gym, please." I say calmly, grabbing the last few bags of our things myself. "You're right, the answer is obvious. I should." Aima says as she starts heading off to the gym, me in tow. "Aima." I say, dead serious this time, making her pause as she turns her head to face me. "You're not inviting him, no, don't invite anyone to the competition." I say, dead serious as I stare her straight in the eyes. She stands there a second, her bottom lip trembling.
