"But why did you pack all three!" I say, tossing the ball in the air, jumping up high, spreading my body out. Once again, my hand slams into the ball, my whole body coiling at the impact, sending it flying through the court, aimed at the back of Aima's retreating head. "Rolling thunder!" Noya calls, rolling in to receive the ball, though he looks up at me, his eyes widening. The ball slams into his arms perfectly, though it bounces up and hits his face with a smack. "Noya-kun! Oh my gosh, are you alright?!" I ask, forgetting my tirade as I land, running over to him and catching him as he falls over, his nose bleeding. "Someone bring me a towel!" I call, pinching his nose as he stares at the ceiling, dazed. "What kind of angel wears that shade of black?" Noya whispers to himself, making me furrow my eyebrows as I wonder what he's talking about. Had I given him a concussion? "And so lacy!" Noya says, and I realize he was talking about my underwear- my face explodes in heat, Noya was short, and he had been rolling when I had started falling, catching a glance under my shirt. "Is he alright?" Kozu asks as he hands me a towel, which I use to pinch Noya's nose and stop the bleeding.

"It was black and lacey! I never want to forget the sight of the angel in black!" Noya says, making my body heat up from pure embarrassment. "No, he has a concussion, he's imagining things, hallucinating. Take him to the nurse for me, I need to murder Aima." I say, Kozu taking my spot as I grab the ball that had been bounced off Noya's face, training my eyes on Aima. "Oh, and don't look up at me Kozu-kun, unless you want to end up like Noya-kun. You know, with a concussion." I say, calculating the trajectory before I toss the ball high in the air, stepping back before I dash forward, bracing myself before I jump as high as I could, adding a little twist to my jump to give me more momentum. "Fly like a butterfly! Sting like a bee!" I yell, using all the force I could to swing my arm forward like a whip, hitting the ball square on, my hand tingling with the smack of the ball. Aima shrieks as the ball smacks into her hip, having barely just left the hit of my hand, knocking her off balance as she grunts, falling over. I laugh at my success, before realizing that my shirt was starting to fly up as I fell down. I squeak, quickly pushing my shirt down and leaning back so no one saw.

The move knocked me off balance and set me up for a terrible landing, and I tried to think of a way to regain balance. Was this karma? If it was karma, then why me? I didn't try to hit Noya, I was just trying to hit Aima, the one who wronged me. Plus, Noya saw my underwear, and he seemed pretty happy about that? I fell into something, making me grunt as I waited for impact, but instead I was gently set down, looking up at a grinning Kuroo. "You look great in black." He comments, reminding me of my hatred for Aima as I turned to glare at her. "Hold that thought. Aima! You better be sorry, I'm never, never ever letting you buy me shit, ever again! And you're never going near my luggage either!" I say, scrambling over to her as she rolled around on the ground, clutching her hip. "The fuck was that!" She said, groaning in pain as I stepped over her, squatting down so I was straddling her. "That, Aima, is going to only be a portion of the pain you feel if you ever- EVER- try something like that again. Are we clear?" I ask, Aima flinching as she bites her lip to hide her smile. "Okay okay! God damn, that fucking hurt!" Aima laughs through her tears, and I pat her cheek softly.