Kuroo was sweaty, his shirt showing the slightest bit of skin as he landed back on his feet- though I totally wasn't looking. His gaze suddenly met mine, a knowing grin spreading over his face as he took his shirt, lifting it up to wipe the sweat from his face. My face burned at the sight of his creamy defined chest, quickly turning my head away as I felt my body raising a few degrees. "Damn, he's totally showing off for you, Kimiko." Aima whispers to me, and I turn to look at her with a straight face. "Your turn to stretch." I say, though she quickly jumps back, raising her arms. "You know what, I think I'm good this time around." Aima laughs nervously, though I stand up and crack my fingers. "Oh come on Aima, you love it when I help you stretch. I always give you the nicest massages." I say sweetly, though she just laughs even more nervously. "Okay, I get it! I'll drop it! But like, come on Kimiko! You're definitely missing out." Aima says, though I wiggle my fingers at her, giving her my evilest smile. "And you're missing out on this stretch session. Come on now!" I say teasingly, though she squeals and starts running away, though I give chase, knowing I was faster and smarter.

I chase her around our corner of the gym, both of us laughing before I manage to pin her in a corner. "You're in for it now, Aima!" I say, wiggling my fingers before I attack her sides, making her laugh hysterically as she tries to push me away helplessly. "No! Kimiko, please! Stop! I can't- I can't breathe!" She chokes out through her laughter, making me laugh as I move to her most ticklish spot, tickling even faster. "Oh God no!" She squeals, her legs crumbling though I pin my leg between hers, keeping her held up as I can't stop the smile on my face. Something ice cold pressed against the back of my neck, making me shriek as it slid down my back, making me shudder as I quickly tried to shake it off. "Misaki! That's cold!" I cry, though she just raises an eyebrow at me. "I come back from an epic voyage to find you two goofing off, and you think you have the right to complain?" She asks, tossing another piece of ice at me, which lands on my chest, sliding into my bra. "Th-That's really cold Misaki!" I gasp, squealing as she dumps a handful of ice down my back, making me cry out as I try desperately to get it all off, though some of it sticks and slowly slides down my back.

"Cold, cold, cold! That's so cold, Misaki! No fair! We practiced while you were gone, but you were taking forever!" I say as my teeth chatter, grabbing my jacket and pulling it over my shoulders, picking the ice out of my shirt with the comfort of knowing I wouldn't be seen. "Oh, my bad, I couldn't tell because you were goofing off." Misaki mocks though I turn and pout at her. "It's true! We're all hot and sweaty, you can ask the boys!" I say, though Misaki just grins evilly. "If you're all hot and sweaty, then this should help cool you off!" She laughs, dumping the last of her ice down the back of my jacket, making me cry out at the cold that takes over my back. I begin shivering, turning to face her as my teeth chatter. "Run, Misaki, Run!" Aima laughs as she tries to catch her breath, though I grab a handful from my jacket, grinning mischievously. Misaki bolts away though I strip off my jacket again, relentlessly chasing her down. Misaki doesn't bother staying in our corner of the gym, she knows how I play when it comes to chasing. She dashes around the edge of the gym, ducking and jumping over obstacles, though I'm more precise, easily catching up to her, reaching out to catch her hand.