"Uh, um, what about it?" I squeak, continuing to fill my plate as I feel my cheeks burn. Of course I had told Kozu about the whole situation, he understood why I chose to do it. He also offered me plenty of support, helping me get through it and blow off my steam. "I was going to ask if I could perhaps… help, by participating." Kozu says slowly, and I quickly whip to face him, and he just looks me straight in the eyes, unwavering. "No- you can't, I couldn't- I wouldn't be able to-" I stutter, my heart pounding as my face begins to burn, and I see a faint smile on his lips, making me fall silent. "It isn't about what you can or can't do, Kimiko, it's about what I can do. That is the point of the competition, correct?" Kozu says, making me purse my lips. "It's not my project! I mean, it's Aima's project, and I made her promise to not invite anyone." I say, dropping my gaze and fiddling with my fingers. "I'll just ask her then, and in return, I'll practice with you guys. Deal?" Kozu says, and I spare a glance at Kuroo, who was watching the whole exchange. It was an ultimatum, he gets to ask or I can deal with Kuroo alone. "Fine! But only because you're the lesser of two evils." I say, Kozu giving me a full out grin.

"It's a deal then. Oh, and if you try to talk her out of it, I'm not coming to the practice." Kozu says, continuing to stack his tray with food, though I suddenly didn't feel hungry. "You're evil, Kozu-kun. An evil genius." I mumble, taking my tray and going to sit with the manager girls, though I don't participate in their chatter. I shove my food around, trying to build my appetite though I end up just forcing the little bit that I could down. I headed back to the gym when I was done, letting Misaki go to eat while I just guard the ribbon. Aima comes back at some point, forcing me to go take a shower which I decide to do, hoping it will help me release some of the tension. When I step out, I walk over to my clothes bag so I can change, reaching for my underwear first. But instead of finding my plain old underwear, I feel thin lace, and I just blink at the bag. Dread fills me as I pull out the piece, seeing it was one of the kinkfits that Aima had bought me. I hadn't even packed it- how did it get? I paused, remembering that Aima had helped me pack my things for the camp, and my mom had called me to discuss something- I was going to murder her. I slid on the set, struggling to get it right in my rage.

I tossed on an outfit that managed to cover the majority of the kinkfit, sliding on my running shoes, making sure they were tied tight. I slammed open the door, sliding it shut behind me as I dashed to the gym, fully intent on chasing her to the end of the world. I yanked the door open, running in and making a beeline for Aima who was talking to Kozu. "Kimiko! Did you see what I did?" She says, smiling at me though I just charge at her, her smile faltering as she starts backing up. "Nice choice, by the way!" Aima laughs as she turns around and starts running, not even bothering to stay in our corner. It was still break time after all, it was just the few guys scattered around chatting amongst themselves. "I am going to KILL you, Aima!" I say, my voice dripping venom as she lets out a terrified laugh, dipping and dodging through the courts, nets and obstacles. She was quick on her feet, that was for sure, but Aima always had a fatal flaw; she always stayed in one place, making her easy to corner. "Come on Kimiko! I had to make sure you wore them once! You look so nice in them too!" Aima says, though I just let out a battle cry, grabbing a volleyball as I pass a cart.