"There! Happy?" I snap as he finally finishes, putting his phone back in his pocket. "Very." He chuckles, finally letting me go as I bolt up, storming back to the door we had come out of. I hear his footsteps behind me, making my blood boil as I flip my hair back into place. "It won't be that easy to cover them." Kuroo chirps, and I can tell he's fucking grinning, which makes it that much more infuriating as I let out a frustrated groan. "Shut up. I'm mad at you." I grumble, storming into the door as he just chuckles. I step in, not even fully entering the gym before turning to our corner. "Aima! 'Mere." I say, Aima jumping before looking at me, then Kuroo, who walks past me with a huge grin on his face as I glare after him. "Kimiko! Are you okay? What happened?" Aima says, dashing over to me as I just shake my head. "Fine. Now come on, don't make a scene." I say, storming back through the hallway to the bathroom, Aima following behind me, radiating curiosity. I step into the bathroom, finally turning to face her. "Don't freak out, just tell me how bad it is." I say, giving her a stern glare, earning a curious nod as I take a deep breath. I turn to face the mirror, my eyes on her, slowly exhaling.

I slowly pull the hair from my neck, revealing the two hickey's Kuroo left as Aima's jaw drops. She lets out a shrill scream, quickly covering her mouth as I desperately shush her. "Oh. My. God! Kimiko! What happened?" She asks, coming over and taking a closer look. "I heard a scream, I came running! What happened?" Misaki says as she bursts through the door, panicking as she looks around, her eyes land on my neck. She lets out a shrill scream too and I quickly run over, clapping my hands on her mouth. "Stop screaming! You're freaking me out! Is it that bad?" I ask, beginning to fan myself as I feel my body beginning to heat up. Misaki opens her mouth, closing it, opens it- closes it. "I'll go grab my mirror, and concealer!" Misaki says, dashing back out to the gym as I groan, falling to my knees. "It's bad, isn't it?" I ask, covering my face as I let out a frustrated sigh. "It's okay, I'll just die of embarrassment, that's cool. First case ever, so I'll go down in history!" I say, taking a deep breath. "Okay, it's not THAT bad." Aima finally says, Misaki dashing back in with her makeup bag, tearing it open and pulling out a compact mirror.

She hands it to me, biting her knuckle as I use it to find the perfect viewing angle of the hickey's. "That's not bad?" I shriek, staring wide eyed at the two dark marks that had formed, right where Kuroo had been sucking on me. "I'm going to fucking kill him. Better yet, I'm going to bury him alive." I say, setting down the mirror and storming to the door. "Hold on, take a chill pill! First off, breath, we can cover it with makeup- probably, for the most part, now sit down, let us work magic and tell us what happened." Aima says blocking me from the door as I just glare at the door. I take a deep breath, letting out a frustrated groan before walking over, sitting sideways on the sink counter. I tell them what happened, covering my face the whole time as they quietly work on covering the hickey's. "Okay, I mean, don't kill me Kimiko, but that sounds hot. I mean, I'd be dying if he did that to me, I wouldn't want him to stop." Aima says, Misaki reluctantly nodding and making me roll my eyes at them. "I didn't even want him to start! I thought he was joking, like ha ha so funny, you won't do it. Now my neck looks terrible, I'm pissed and I gotta face him." I say frustrated, running my hand through my hair.