"It's bad enough that Noya-kun saw, but Kuroo-Senpai saw them too. How are you going to repay me for that, Aima? Where are my clothes, Aima?" I say, though Aima starts laughing at the top of her lungs. "Worth it. Totally worth it. I didn't pack any. It's all you have." Aima says, though I stare down at her with dead serious intent. "Don't talk to me, don't look at me, don't fucking breath towards me until you find a way to make this up to me, Aima. I'm. Pissed. I'm royally pissed at you." I say, and she stops laughing, looking up at me with concern now. "Still worth it." She whispers, and I glare down at her like she's dead meat, grabbing the volleyball I had used to hit her, spinning it on my finger before placing it on her forehead, still spinning. "Put that away for me, would you. If I touch it one more time, it's going to be so I can fucking spike you to death with it." I whisper, standing up and storming towards the door. "I love you!" Aima calls after me, but I just give her the bird as I spare a glare at her. "Oh yeah, she's pissed, super pissed" Aima whistles, beginning to laugh again as she slowly stands up, grabbing the volleyball and limping it to a nearby cart.
I go for a walk outside to cool my head, seething under my skin as I finally end up standing in front of a tree, staring up at the leaves waving in the wind. Okay, it wasn't that bad, I was stuck wearing fucking kinkfits for the rest of the camp, and Noya and Kuroo had seen me in one- not completely, though I was glad I grabbed the opaque bra. Had they actually seen me wearing different ones, I would have literally killed Aima, a bloody slaughter- so it could be worse, I could be on a flight to Canada, a murder case on my hands. No one was dead, I was just vaguely humiliated and pissed to my core. Someone tapped on my shoulder, making me jump as I looked to see Kei holding his headphones out to me. "You can use them. You look like you need music." Kei says, I relax my hands, realizing I had been clenching my fists so tight my nails had begun biting into my skin. "Thank you." I whisper, gently taking the headphones and watching as he took a seat at the base of the tree, crossing his arms and looking up at me. He didn't say anything, just watched me, so I slid the headphones, music already playing, more familiar calming songs, and before I knew it I was dancing and singing.
My eyes closed, moving to the music and singing every word, lost in the familiar ease of expression through song and dance. One song passed, then two, then another and another. A hand touched my shoulder, making me jump as I glanced up to see Suga smiling at me. I moved the headphones down, realizing I had lost myself to the music. "Hey Suga, what's up?" I ask softly, curious as to why he'd patted me. "Practice is about to start again, Daichi sent me to search for Tsukishima-kun since he wasn't showing up. I can see now that he was busy with you." Suga says, gesturing to the tree with a smile. I glanced down, seeing that Kei had fallen asleep, looking like he was having a peaceful sleep. I couldn't help but smile as I brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "Are you alright? Aima mentioned that you were upset with her, to give you some space." Suga asks, and I take a deep breath and slowly exhale. "She's been pushing a lot of my buttons today, but she kind of broke the camel's back with one of her antics." I mumble, Suga laying his hands on my shoulders and gently rubbing them. "Wanna talk about it?" He asks softly, offering me a sweet smile as I sigh.
