"How am I immune?" I ask, and she points to the team on the first net. "They make you feel hot and gooey inside?" She asks, so I look over, staring for a moment before shaking my head. "How about them?" Aima says, pointing to the next group, though it's the same thing. "Them?" She asks, same thing, and finally she points to Nekoma's court, raising an eyebrow at me. I roll my eyes, fully turning to their court, and as tempting as it is to avert my gaze and look away from them in general, I decide to focus on Kozu instead of Kuroo. I wait the same time as I did with the others, turning back to Aima. "Nothing." I say, looking her straight in the eye as she crosses her arms. "Okay, you felt nothing looking over the court, but were you specifically avoiding looking at him?" Aima says, gesturing back over to their court and making me glare at her. "What does it matter? I didn't feel anything and he's part of that court." I say, running my hand down my face though she lets out a frustrated sigh. "Watch him for a minute, then tell me you didn't feel shit." Aima sighs, so I huff, turning back to their court, my eyes automatically finding Kuroo easily, watching him as he was laser focused on his game.

He was coated in a thin layer of sweat, watching the ball intently as it flew around the enemies court. He suddenly moved to one side of the court, bouncing lightly, easily blocking a spike and sending it to the ground. A satisfied grin spreading over his face- his gaze suddenly met mine, his grin spreading even wider. He winked at me, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, giving me a view of the pale skin hidden under his shirt. My skin heated as he slowly slid a hand through his hair, openly smiling at me as he fluttered his shirt as if trying to air in, though it was obvious- he was teasing me, and it made me itch to get him all hot and bothered. "You're right, I do feel something. I feel fucking irritated, look at him! He's trying to annoy me!" I say, Aima letting out a frustrated sigh and Misaki clapping her hands. "Girls! Rule number 1 of the club." Misaki says, coming to stand before us as I cross my arms. "No letting boys come between us." Aima and I say in unison, the rules drilled into our head. "Rule number one, section A!" Misaki says as I watch Kuroo, though he's doing a little dance himself, I recognize it as 'lets link'- short but very effective- and he was good at it.

"Any disputes over boys regardless of circumstances, will be dealt with through dance battle." Aima and I say at the same time, and realize what Misaki was implying. "I'll now put this rule into effect, in regards to your contrasting opinions on said boy. Topic is whether Aima can tease Kimiko on the boy anymore. Aima what do you demand!" Misaki asks, Aima straightening up. "If I win, I demand that Kimiko let me plan and coordinate her outfits next camp!" Aima says, Kimiko nodding before looking over at me. "I forfeit my rights to demand in return for choosing the dance song." I say, Kimiko both flipping their heads to face me, though I'm keeping my eyes on Kuroo as he grins at me. "Juice Wrld, Golden x get away." I say, giving Kuroo my own sultry grin. "Kimiko's willingly going to dance to such a song? Nooo! No complaints, I request to have high heels as a requirement." Aima laughs giddily and runs over to her bag. "No complaints." I say, Misaki clapping her hands to conclude the rules. I walk over to my shoe bag, kicking off my sneakers and socks, reaching in and grabbing my black butterfly heels. I set them to the side, sliding my hands into my pants, making sure I had the right layer.