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"As long as it's possible, I'll do it!" I say, and she smiles widely at me. "Deal! Okay, first favor- I get to add anyone I want to the competition! I'll let you meet them in advance, of course- oh, and uh, I already added Kozu and Kuroo- but I won't add just anyone okay! Just people I think would be great to you!" Aima says and I stare blankly at her, my lips pursed. "You know what? Fuck it, fine. Whatever, as long as you're still my friend." I say, scooping her into a big hug as she giggles at me. "Second! Misaki and I get to take you on a shopping spree and choose all your outfits relating to the competition!" Aima says, and I nod enthusiastically as she smiles. "Okay! Good! Number three, I'm going to start a group chat for the competition! You have to participate in challenges and such to make it spicy and to give my heart little thrills!" Aima says, and I smile at her usual antics. "Hai! I'll do my best!" I agree, making her squeal happily. "Fourth! Join the volleyball club next year, since we're going to be disbanding the dance club after this year, I want to know you're in good hands!" Aima says, making me pause. "Okay." I relent, though I knew she was just looking out for me."Fifth, forgive me for being a bitch earlier, okay? I didn't mean to say it so rudely, but it needed to be said. I'd never think of Nen as a mistake, I know you're trying to do what you think is best for him. Oh, and be my friend forever!" Aima says softly, and tears gather in my eyes. "Of course!" I cry, quickly wiping my eyes and giving her a watery smile as she pulls me into a tight hug. "I love you!" I sob, tightly hugging her back. "I love you too!" Aima sobs, beginning to ugly cry. "Ewww you're ugly crying!" I laugh through my tears, and she just sniffs. "Noh! Yer uglee crying!" She sobs, crying even louder. "Yeah right! We all know you're the ugly crier and I'm the pretty crier!" I laugh, rubbing her back. "Shut up! Not all of us can be blessed with pretty crying, okay?" Aima says, pulling away and rubbing her eyes. "I'm okay, I'm okay. Come on, let's go back." Aima says, and we both walk back to the Karasuno room together, seeing that Misaki, Daichi, Kuroo and Kozu were all chilling on the ground. "I brought cry baby Aima back." I say, Misaki flipping her hair and looking between us. "Oh, good, you already made up." She says as Aima dashes over, taking a seat between Kuroo and Daichi.
I take the last seat between Kuroo and Kozu, glancing around the circle. "So, what now?" I ask softly and Daichi clears his throat. "If it's alright, I'd like to bring the club back in. Only if you're comfortable with it, Suzuki-chan." Daichi says, and I just offer him a smile. "That's fine by me, Mura-senpai! Would you like us to head back to our rooms?" I ask, though he shakes his head. "No, it's alright, we had something to ask you anyways. Unless you want to leave, of course." Daichi says, and I just nod as he gets up and heads out. "Is your cheek alright?" Kozu asks, gently brushing his thumb over my tender cheek. "Oh, I forgot… it is kind of tender." I admit, and Aima jumps up. "Shit! I'll go get ice and a towel!" She says, dashing out the door and leaving the four of us alone. "Okay, um, so who could have sent the video to him?" Misaki says, and I look around for my phone. "Um, we know it's not anyone from here." I say, grabbing my phone and texting Kyo to see if he shared the video with anyone. [1] "It wasn't Kyo-Kun, so it's not anyone from Japan." I mumble, opening up my contacts and beginning to scroll through all of the people from back in america.
