"Well where the heck was it? It wasn't in my bag!" I ask, and she just laughs at me. "It's in my bag, I didn't want it to be that easy to find it, but I guess I'll give it up considering the circumstances." She says, and I sigh. "Oh thank you, so kind and generous Aima! But whatever shall I do for the remaining time?" I ask, and she grins at me. "Play the risk game! Go commando, no underwear!" Aima says, and I gasp at her. "Aima! What the hell?" I gasp, covering my mouth as I stare at her with wide eyes. "Oh come on, it feels so good not wearing a bra! Suga gave you some kind of tape too, right? You can use that to keep your nips down." Aima says, winking at me as I take a deep breath. "Okay, but- panties!" I say, my cheeks burning as I blow out a long slow breath- I was gonna have to go without a bra, just tape on my nipples for 2 days and one day I could pick if I wanted to wear actual underwear. What day should I choose? It was only going to be in the afternoons, when we wouldn't be practicing. "Go without! Bare it, if you know what I mean. Just don't wear skirts, and you'll be fine. Unless, I mean, you want to show off." Aima says, and I'm so shocked I actually collapse onto the ground.

"Ow, fuck!" I gasp, cupping the back of my head as I close my eyes. The floor hurt like hell when you hit your head on it- damn, that hurt. "Ugh!" I say, rolling around and kicking my feet as I clutched the back of my head. "Are you alright, Suzuki-chan?" Suga asks as I stop rolling, looking up to see him towering over me. "No, I'm not. I-I keep having these sudden impulse to kill Aima, like, kill her dead. Here it comes again!" I say, and Aima scrambles to her feet as I follow suit, chasing her down as she squeals at the top of her lungs. "Kimiko! I already said I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise!" Aima says, though I suddenly pause, realizing Suga had come to check on me- hadn't he been in the middle of a match? I stop in my tracks, turning to the Karasuno team, watching as Shoyo jumps taller than the net, closing his eyes and smacking the ball. I blink, wondering why he was closing his eyes, what was the point of a quick attack if you didn't have your eyes open? The whistle tweeted, and before I knew it I was walking over, clearing my throat. "Hina-kun, can I talk to you for a minute?" I ask, Shoyo jumping out of his skin as his cheeks turned pink, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Suzuki-chan! You're actually here! Oh, yeah! What's up?" He asks, so I point over to the edge of the court, walking over. He follows over as I lower my voice so the others don't hear. "Hina-kun, do you always close your eyes when you do your quick attack?" I ask, and he furrowed his eyebrows before slowly nodding his head. "Yeah! That's how it works for me and Kageyama." Shoyo says, so I take a deep breath and ruffle my hair. "Shoyo, why do you play volleyball?" I ask, and he itches his neck. "Cause it's fun and I love to play, of course!" He says, looking at me with a smile. "Let me rephrase the question, when you're on the court, what's your ultimate goal besides winning?" I ask, and he looks up at me with a dead serious face. "I want to overcome the wall and see the summit." He says simply, and I put my hands on his shoulders. "How can you overcome a wall you can't see? How can you see the summit with your eyes closed? The battle, Hina-kun, is the second you're in the air, the ball right in front of you. Your opponents will do anything and everything to stop you, and it takes quick thinking and a split second decision to get through them." I say, his eyes widening with realization.