The Competition

Chapter 25

"How hard, and where?" He says, his grin growing into a more sexy and daring version, making my body explode in heat. "T-that's not! No!" I squeak, quickly taking a few steps back as my eyes widen. "Kuro." Kozu says, making the man chuckle as he keeps his eyes on me. "Just making fun, right Tiny Dancer?" Kuroo says, though I quickly shake my head. "I think your team's about to start a match. Have fun, Kozu-kun, good luck!" I say, turning to leave. Kuroo grabs my hand, making me pause as I slowly turn to face him. "Where's my good luck?" He chuckles, his gaze burning into me as I stare into his eyes. "Up your ass and around the corner, right where the sun don't shine." I say simply, making him laugh as he lets go of my hand. "Always so feisty, Tiny Dancer. Just how I like it." He says, turning around and heading to the court without another word. I groan in frustration, shaking my head as I glare after him. Okay yeah, we had quite the rivalry going on, both of us got our asses kicked by Kozu on a daily basis. I wasn't a bad player, and neither was he, honestly. He was always the one teasing me though, and he was good at finding ways to annoy the hell out of me.

"Aima, stop hiding. I know you were watching. You should have bailed me out!" I growl, shaking my head as I strip off my jacket, tossing it on my personal bag. "And miss out on that show? Hell. No. That was hot, Kimiko! He is so into you, and he's so upfront about it! No ifs, ands, or buts!" Aima says, coming out from the corner she hid behind and setting the bags she had down with our other stuff. "I don't give a damn what he's into, or how he goes about it. He's so frustrating! He makes my blood boil!" I groan, clenching and unclenching my fist as I glare at the ground. "If he gets you so hot and bothered, why don't you just tell him that!" Aima laughs, and I let out a frustrated sigh. "And deal with him teasing me for it? Hell no! He's even more frustrated when he knows he got under your skin!" I snap, Aima oohing as a grin spreads over her face. "Aima. No." I say in my mother voice, the one that foretold if she fucked around, I'd make her sorry. "I know what you're thinking, and you ARE NOT inviting him to the competition!" I demand, turning and giving her a stern glare. "Chill, chill! I won't invite him to the competition! I'd like to keep my skin, thank you." Aima laughs, dusting off her hands.

I ease up on my glare, taking a deep breath to try and regain my composure. "Misaki?" I ask, my voice still sounding peeved, but not straight out pissed like before. "Went to buy drinks with the other girls. Come on, you need to dance. Let's do our stretches, maybe run a dance or two, and when Misaki gets back we'll discuss possible equipment." Aima says in a cool tone, so I just nod and begin stretching out without another word. My blood finally stops racing as I finish off my stretches, heading over to our bags and pulling out our portable speaker, pairing my phone to it. "Ready?" I ask, getting her nod of approval as I tap my shoe in tempo. "5678." I count down, clicking play, setting my phone down and backing up. We start dancing in time, and it feels so good to move, to forget that Kuroo was so annoying, to get my blood flowing the right way. I finally felt like I could breathe, moving my body to the music and rhythm. I felt the eyes of the boys around us gazing at us, watching us move, admiring our work. It felt amazing, putting on a show and being able to impress. "Watch out Suzuki-chan!" Someone calls so I open my eyes, seeing a volleyball flying towards me.