"Aima, is your hip okay?" I ask, tossing the tape onto our things so I could bring it back to the room later. She looked over at me, her lip trembling before she began bawling. "I'm sorry Kimiko! Please forgive me! I love you, you know I'd never do anything that would hurt you! Just humiliate you for the sake of fun!" She says, running over to me and hugging me tight. "Yeah yeah, I know. I don't plan on killing you yet. You're getting close, though." I say, patting her back gently as she chokes out a laugh. "Good." She says, sniffing before she backs away, fanning her eyes. "I'm fine." She says, clearing her throat and smiling. "You left a nice big volleyball shaped bruise on my hip, so unfortunately I'll be without dick for a minute. It's okay though, I deserve it." She says, making me laugh. "Yeah, you do!" I laugh, though she scoffs. "You better get enough dick for the both of us, Kimiko!" Aima demands, making my jaw drop as I stare at her. "What the fuck Aima! I don't exactly just go around spreading my legs." I say, shaking my head at her antics. "I mean you do, but not like you need to, so you're right, you're helpless." Aima laughs, slowly turning to Misaki and putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Misaki, it's on you. I'm out of commission, and Kimiko's absolutely hopeless." Amai says, though Misaki just snorts. "There's a limit to how much I can ride my boyfriend's dick girls, so you're SOL." Misaki says, rolling her eyes though Aima gasps dramatically. "Oh no, it's the end of the world, not enough dick to go around!" I joke, waving my hands a little bit as Aima slowly turns towards me. "Kimiko… I'm going to have to turn you over to the wolves, the plan's already in motion. Who do you want to be first?" She says, making my eyebrows furrow as I stare at her confused. "What do you mean?" I ask, Aima wiping away an imaginary tear. "You're right, your fate's already been chosen. It's so obvious, it's him." Aima says, turning me around and pointing to Kuroo, who was looking at me out of the corner of his eye, finishing off his water bottle. "Aima, how many times do I have to say it! Not gonna happen!" I sigh, shaking my head as Aima puts her hands on my hips. "Make it happen, Kimiko, make it happen- or else, every time he looks at you I'm going to take your shirt off." Aima says, her grip on my hips tightening- wait, my shirt?
"Aima no!" I squeal, grabbing onto the bottom of my shirt just as she tries to pull it up. "We're in a room full of boys, for God's sake, please, leave me my dignity!" I say, Aima letting out a deep sigh as she rolled her eyes. "Fine, by the will of God's grace, I'll find a way to make it happen." Aima says, making me groan in frustration. "You're not inviting him to the contest!" I hiss, though she just sticks her tongue out at me. "I know, you party crasher. I just know you guys could be magic together!" Aima says, though I just roll my eyes and walk over to the speaker. "Training camp, Amai, not goof around and mess with Kimiko camp." I say, Amai grumbling though she does nod, her eyes widening. "I know! Let's all take our shirts off!" Amai says, clapping her hands as I look at her like she's crazy. I slowly walk over to her, putting my hand to her forehead, feeling for a temperature. "You good Amai? I'm genuinely concerned at this point. You've been out of whack all day." I ask, pulling my hand away as she rolls her eyes at me. "Kimiko, I'm in a room filled with sweaty hot guys, not all of us are immune to their charms like you are." Aima says matter-in-factly, gesturing to the rest of the gym.
