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“so, how is your first week at yuuei treating you?” her counsellor asks, voice rising as it usually does when he’s excited — which apparently is always, because goddamn her counsellor is loud. he’s a little too high-strung and dramatic for jirou’s taste, but he’s the only person that she can rely on in the school at this moment, so they don’t complain.
jirou shrugs, tugging at the sweater vest of her school uniform, “it’s been okay, i guess. classes are pretty easy and the teachers don’t seem to be that bad either. i mean, i still get lost because of all the different hallways and floors, but other than that, it’s been … fine.”
mic hums under his breath, obviously content that jirou isn’t having any major problems with adjusting to her new school, but there’s also a sort of disappointment in his voice, as if he expected a different answer. moving across the country halfway into your last year of highschool was bound to be a rough experience for any type of student, and jirou’s social anxiety wasn’t planning on making it any better.
“no new friends or anything?” he pushes, leaning forward in his armchair, resting his elbows on the table separating the two. “i mean, i do know you have trouble with new people, but it really helps to have a friend or two around!”
“i mean not really, i guess? just nice people who want to help me and sh- stuff like that,” jirou says, shaking their head. mic scoffs loudly at the botched attempt of covering up a curse word but lets the musician continue. “like, there’s a few girls in my homeroom that have tried to talk to me but … i don’t know, it’s just kind of hard to interact with them for some reason. they seem really sweet and all, but i just feel like aizawa-sensei is forcing them to talk to me or something.”
mic’s forehead crinkles at the sheer amount of self-doubt jirou’s voice seems to be laced with. jirou doesn’t seem to notice, though, and continues ranting, eyes losing their usual gleam with each spoken word.
“there’s also a few people in my band section that’ve tried to talk to me but like, they have way too much energy and one of them always glares at me for some reason,” jirou continues, looking down at her clenched fists resting in their lap. “and kaminari from homeroom always tries to flirt with me,” her nose scrunches slightly in distaste as she remembers the particularly bad pick-up line he tried to use this morning, “for some reason but he’s pretty friendly.”
mic lets out a loud laugh. “not surprised there. i’m pretty sure he took up the manager role for the girl’s volleyball team just to flirt with the girls on the team. funny, because he ended up dating shinshou last year, and he’s the setter for the boys volleyball team! ”
jirou quirks an eyebrow, looking at her counsellor with a questioning look. “then why was he even trying to flirt in the first place?”
the counsellor turned english teacher shrugs, “used to flirt so much that it’s just normal conversation to him at this point, probably! speaking of denki, i heard that he’s looking for more managers for the volleyball club because of his schedule, maybe you should join!”
the musician stops playing with their fingers, widening their eyes in surprise.
“what? no!” she claps her hands over her mouth, realizing her sudden outburst and goes back to looking meekly at her counsellor, who has a slight smirk on his face. she knows what he’s going to say next, and she’ll do anything in her power to prevent him from doing so. “no,” they repeat, “i barely know anything about volleyball and i’d probably be nothing but a nuisance if i were to join!”
“...”
“mic-sensei, please—” she splutters, standing up as mic turns off the soft music that was playing in his office and pushes back his chair.
“i’m gonna talk to denki-kun!” mic continues, walking idly out of his office with a wide smile. “see you later, little listener!”
“mic-sensei!” she yells after him one more time, an uncomfortable sensation rising in her stomach as she imagines being stuck in a gym staring at pretty girls playing volleyball and being stuck to the ever exuberant denki kaminari; they know that it’s no use though, because he has already rounded the corner and has disappeared down the hallway.
fucking hell.
this counsellor was going to be the absolute end of her.
~
“i’m so glad you decided to join the club!” denki grins as they walk towards one of the school’s many gyms. he hops up and down as he walks, always bouncing on the tip of his toes like he’s reaching up to grab something in the sky. jirou wonders why and how he always has so much energy and is slightly envious of it; even today, she feels like she could collapse any second from the lack of sleep they’ve had for the past few days. she grumbles under her breath, quiet enough that denki can’t catch it. she knew that using melatonin pills would just lead her to depend on them, but here they were — a little too dependent on those goddamn pills and also not having said pills as they had run out last week and their parents refused to buy more for their own good. she runs over the answer in her mind a few more times before responding, not wanting to stumble over her words like any other time they’ve tried to interact with the yellow-haired boy.
“well, sorry to disappoint but i’m not really … dead-set on joining just yet. i don’t really know jackshit about volleyball so it’s not like i’d be much of a help anyways,” jirou says slowly, rubbing the back of her neck as denki follows her each and every word with his undivided attention.
“it’s totally fine! i barely knew anything about volleyball either when i joined, but you pick up all the rules pretty fast once you watch all of the girls play a few times!” he beams, opening the gym door with a flourish. he bows down slightly, extending his hand towards the inside of the gym. “after you.”
“you look dumb,” jirou scoffs.
denki feigns a face of immense hurt, taking the front of his hand to his forehead as he takes in a light breath. “i’m very much offended, jirou.”
jirou rolls her eyes, smirking. “whatever.”
“denki, this is the third time you’ve been late this week!” a voice calls from the left of jirou as she looks for a place to set down her guitar case. she hears denki let out a bashful laugh before continuing to ramble.
“sorry, mina! i have a valid excuse this time, though! i promise!”
jirou looks up to meet the glowing yellow eyes of mina ashido, one of the ever-energetic girls in her homeroom. she sends a wink in jirou’s direction before fixating her gaze on denki again.
“well, if your excuse is bringing jirou over there, then i’ll forgive you since she’s like, super hot,” mina laughs.
jirou blinks, making sure she hasn’t just made up that sentence in her head. nope, mina definitely just said that. jirou lifts a suspicious eyebrow at the taller pink-haired girl, not knowing if she was being genuine or not. people tell her all the time that she’s pretty or cute or hot, but she never really believes any of them. what about her is pretty, anyways?
she basically has the build of a thirteen-year-old boy, and people consistently tell her to eat more because “she looks like a stick about to break” and boys jeer at them because they’re apparently as flat as a board. it’s not like she doesn’t notice, so she doesn't know why they still have to make a point by telling her every time she passes by the cluster of boys in the hallway.
but to be fair, it also isn’t like she tries to make her appearance more like the other girls in class to fit in. her purple hair always stays flat, bangs always jagged and choppy against her forehead, dark makeup and smudged eyeliner accentuates her deep eyebags and makes her look half-dead most of the time. they don’t smile that much either, so people always pass them off as the brooding new girl. not really pretty or cute or hot as mina has just said. the only people who say that are just girls in her band that try to get close to them for whatever reason — probably to benefit off of jirou’s musical talent in the future.
a girl around jirou’s height scoffs at mina’s comment, although there’s a lighthearted and gentle quality in her voice. “you’re so gay, mina.”
“i know!” mina exclaims as the short brunette presses a quick kiss to mina’s forehead, jumping up on her toes as she does.
another voice enters the conversation, one of a green-haired girl that says something that sends both mina and the brunette into a laughing fit, adding onto the odd sound of girls screaming at each other from across the gym, the constant thump thump thump of volleyballs hitting the floor and the unbearable squeaking of sneakers against the hardwood floor rolled into one too loud to handle noise.
jirou isn’t the best with loud sounds, due to her sensitive hearing and auditory sensitivity, but she manages to keep a straight face as more of the team pours into the gym. more squeaking, more thumping, more noise .
their head hurts.
“hey, are you alright?” someone asks, bringing her attention back to her surroundings. she flinches at the sudden touch on her shoulder but manages a slow nod. jirou’s eyes widen the smallest of amounts when she meets dark concerned ones of a significantly taller girl.
woah .
she’s pretty. that’s all jirou thinks when she encounters the captain of the girls volleyball team for the first time. long black hair that cascades down to her waist, and wide dark eyes to match. her pale skin looks like a smooth, perfect canvas, with no marks or blemishes to be seen. jirou finds herself pulling down her sleeves instinctively.
“oh, uh, yea. just a headache,” jirou says, flashing a small grin. the other girl flashes a sympathetic smile that melts jirou’s heart.
pretty girl pretty girl pretty girl omg she’s so fucking pretty and she’s staring at me fuck—
“jirou!” denki’s voice calls again as he jogs towards the two of them, flashing his ever-glowing smile. “lemme introduce you to the team!”
momo nods at denki’s comment before cupping her hands over her mouth and shouting at the cluster of girls mingling in the center of the gym. “girls, gather around!”
jirou realizes just how gay when denki officially introduces them to all the girls on the team, even going as far to briefing on their positions and other useless bits of informations that rattles around in jirou’s brain. jirou marvels at denki’s ability to talk nonstop for ten minutes, only stopping for half a second to catch his breath before moving onto the next player. ten players, ten introductions. ten really pretty girls.
“and last but not least, we have yaomomo! she’s like our super-genius setter and she’s also really tall so she’s really good at blocking too. actually, she’s good at like … everything. that’s why we call her our ‘everything hero’! and she’s our captain so she’s super reliable and—”
“that’s quite enough, denki,” momo says, shaking her hands in front of her face as a small blush creeps onto the apples of her cheeks. she seems embarrassed from the sudden praise, even if the rest of the team is nodding fervently, agreeing to denki’s words wholeheartedly. “i really don’t deserve all your guys’ praise. i still have a long way to go before i actually earn my title and all.”
a whistle and a few claps that screams ‘hi i’m a teacher here to shut you up’ shuts up everyone with surprising success.
god, my head really fucking hurts now jirou think while rubbing at their temples, as if that’s supposed to help.
everyone straightens significantly as their coach enters the gym, clapping her hands together to get everyone’s attention. she casts jirou a short glance before beaming down at them.
“oh, so you must be the new student denki and mic told me about! i’m so glad that you decided to join as our secondary manager. it’s quite a shame that denki’s competition season overlaps with our usual volleyball season, don’t you think?”
jirou blinks.
“oh, i’m not actually sure if i’m actually going to—”
she’s not all that surprised when their sentence gets cut off midway. their coach turns to denki and jirou with a grin, “okay, you two can go set up some chairs while the girls run their drills, hm?”
denki does a two-fingered salute before dragging jirou away, ignoring her splutters of protest.
“alright, we have a practice match today so run through your usual warm-up drills before the team arrives!”
these girls are overflowing with energy, jirou learns in the span of 20 minutes.
“yes, ma’am!”
“you got it.”
“oooo, what school are they from?”
“let’s murder those bitches!”
“language, ashido.”
“sorry!”
jirou raises an eyebrow, “are they always this loud?”
denki laughs, passing a few chairs into jirou’s arms for setting up. “usually when they’re practicing, they’re like … really fucking chaotic, but when it comes to matches and tournaments they get all serious and into the game that it’s actually kinda scary, y’know? it’s like a complete shift from their usual selves. i think that’s why coach kayama just lets them be most of the time, since she knows they’ll actually take the game seriously when the time comes.”
they hum, quietly observing the girls’ drills as denki piles more chairs into jirou’s arms. she wonders how much of a change it could actually be. she can tell that denki is the type to over exaggerate the smallest of changes, but something inside her tells her otherwise.
“hm.”
“don’t you believe me, do ya?”
“hey, i never said that!”
denki just shrugs. “you’ll see later, i guarantee you!”
~
jirou realizes that she actually doesn’t know jackshit about volleyball. all she knows is that there are six players on the court at one time, and a few of the different positions. nothing more than that. their eyes dance across the court, not knowing whether she should watch the ever moving ball of the players. she worries that if she focuses too much on the players, it’ll look like they’re staring a little too hard, or that if she focuses on the ball, she’ll just get confused and look like a lost child in a horde of adults.
she settles on watching yuuei’s team, even if she doesn’t know if they’re doing well or failing half the time. denki rattles on about outs and service aces and other rules and terminology that jirou should probably be paying attention to, but doesn’t. she’s kinda found something that she can actually focus on, and her eyes don’t seem to part from the subject.
even if she tries her hardest to avoid it, her eyes always flit back onto the same player every single time. it certainly doesn’t help that she’s the tallest player in the team, or that jirou seems to be slightly enamoured for her. in their defense, it’s not really a full-on crush or anything, just that constant feeling of woah omg that girl is just so DSFJKDFKJDFKJ whenever she looks over at momo.
sometimes, momo notices jirou’s unwavering gaze and sends a fleeting smile in her direction, which makes the fluttering butterflies in her stomach go absolutely crazy.
she has a really pretty smile. her eyes scrunch up into little half-moon shapes, and a singular dimple carves into her left cheek. jirou is suffering .
they try their hardest to ignore the hot feeling on their face whenever momo does anything in the game, whether it be jumping up to block the ball from the opposing side, or squatting down to receive the ball, only to let out a disappointed sigh and play with the end of her ponytail when the ball gets out. they know it’s just a simple game of volleyball, but she’s convinced that momo looks good doing anything .
denki notices.
“now now jirou, it’s only your first day. don’t go catching a crush on our captain already,” he chuckles, leaning forward in his chair to lean his elbows on his knees. jirou has to physically stop herself from screaming out loud, or reaching over and punching denki in the face. she settles on a hard kick to the shin, which is enough for the manager of the yuuei team to shut up. jirou sinks deeper in their chair in a hasty attempt at covering up their blush.
“shut up! i don’t have a—”
“you’re blushing jirou,”
denki teases. deeper, deeper, and deeper she sinks into the chair.
“‘m not!” she protests loudly, enough to attract some curious glances from a few of the girls.
a sharp whistle breaks up the two’s conversation, as well as the match. the twelve players on the court let out relieved sighs as the coaches exchange thanks and other words that jirou can’t quite pick up.
“thank you for the game!” momo exclaims brightly, before her teammates follow suit in a bright chorus. it’s weird that her voice is the only one that jirou hears, loud and clear.
momo stands up, knee joints popping as they do. they sling their guitar case onto their shoulder, knees bending slightly at the sudden amount of weight added onto her slim frame. the coach pats them on their back, thanking her for watching the match and assuring her that she doesn’t have to be the manager if she doesn’t want to, or that she can come back tomorrow if she desires.
should’ve told me earlier but okay!
she barely has time to prepare herself when momo saunters over, taking her tight ponytail out and laughing at a comment mina makes. she does that cute smile of hers, and god, maybe they do have—
“how did you enjoy the game?” momo asks, still slightly breathless from her match. jirou’s breath hitches. she doesn’t care that momo’s hair is a mess, or that her curtain bangs stick to her forehead with her sweat. she doesn’t care that her knee pads are half-undone or that she basically towers over the smaller girl. because, god, she’s beautiful.
“oh, uh, it was great!” jirou replies, which isn’t completely a lie. “well, i mean, i didn’t understand what was going on half the time, but it was still great! i can tell that you guys are a really strong team! i just—” jirou pauses. what the fuck is she saying? “i just, it was great watching you guys play,” they settle on.
momo beams. “i’m glad! and don’t worry about too much about the rules, i assure you that the team and denki will teach you going forward.”
a girl with an orange ponytail — jirou recalls her name as kendo, their wing spiker — calls for momo.
“oh, looks like i’m running stretching drills today,” momo says to no one in particular, as she turns on her heel. “see you later, jirou!”
“see ya.”
her heart speeds up way more than it should’ve. denki elbows them in the ribs, wearing a wicked smirk that jirou just wants to fucking slap off.
“don’t you dare —”
“you’re so gay, jirou.”
another kick to the shin.
“ow!” denki bends over to rub at his shin in a dramatic fashion. “i’m not entirely wrong, though.”
she knows he isn’t wrong. in retrospect, he was absolutely right. it still doesn’t stop jirou from giving him another hard swing to his leg, sending him toppling over.
a yell and a scoff.
another soft smile from momo.
~
two weeks in and jirou has somehow memorized most of the rules of volleyball; the different positions, the point system, the different types of attacks and serves. she claims that it’s because she actually wants to stay in the club and actually benefit them — technically, that’s half-true — but honestly, it’s mostly just to see momo’s face light up whenever jirou goes up to her, notebook in hand and asking if the rule she just learned about is accurate or not.
she always claps her hands together, voice going up a tone or two as she explains with excruciating detail about the new rule or technique. jirou’s focus slips away from her notebook a few sentences in, but rather fixates on the little things about momo.
the way her eyebrows crinkle together when she catches an error in her own words, or the small stars or circles that dot her earlobes, or the way her hair smells different every single day — it usually smells like lavender, jirou notes.
denki grows increasingly more annoying as the weeks move on, just as jirou’s little crush grows increasingly harder to deal with.
even the smallest of comments and most accidental of touches sends jirou into a fluttering panic, sentences and words choppy and almost impossible to make out, and face as red as the hair tie momo likes to use. it’s apparently frustrating for denki to witness — “just ask her if she wants to hang out or something! i bet she’ll say yes since she’s like, way too nice.”
matches are significantly more fun to watch now that jirou has familiarized herself with the rules. she clenches her jaw whenever one of the members makes a close save, just barely getting the ball in the air, or shakes their hands excitedly if someone scores a new point. her foot taps against the floor to match the rhythm of momo’s ball hitting the floor and her hand when she readies for her serve. it’s only been two weeks, but jirou feels quite safe in the small gym.
denki’s annoyingly nice and always tags alongside her outside of practices, even going as far to introduce her to his friends — she finds out that the name of the guy who kept glaring at her during band practice is bakugou katsuki — and the 9 other girls on the team are just as nice, even if most of them are a little too high-strung for jirou to catch up to. kayama keeps in touch with her counsellor constantly and offers jirou a reassuring smile whenever jirou seems a little out of it, a tremor present in their hands, and lips a mess as she bites the dried bits of skin off.
she’s never felt more comfortable in a space that isn’t her parent’s music studio, filled with old vinyl records and obscure-looking guitar picks and stacks and stacks of unfinished music pieces. jirou’s quite glad that her counsellor was as pushy as he was.
it’s nice here, she decides on the fourth week.
mina invites jirou to a sleepover on the monday of fifth week, bouncing up and down on her toes even after a three-hour practice. she hesitates, but accepts.
these are her friends, there’s nothing to be afraid of.
and for once, she believes even herself.
she pulls up into momo yaoyorozu’s driveway — her house is so big that they usually host most parties there, according to mina — on a sunday evening, guitar case on her right shoulder and her overnight bag on the left. nerves flutter around her body, but she still feels relatively calm.
this was fine.
everything was going to be fine.
she decides it indeed is fine six hours into the sleepover. the girls have mostly quieted down — ochako’s asleep, while her head rests in tsuyu’s lap, and mina looks at her brunette girlfriend with a slightly awed expression, as if she hasn’t seen her sleep before. an old movie plays in the background, although no one really pays attention. hagakure continues painting her nails in the corner of the room, reading something on her phone and giggling as she does.
it’s quite peaceful; something so unlike the usual yuuei team she’s grown so used to. no sound of hands hitting volleyballs, or yells of “you can do it!” or “don’t mind!” floating through the air,
momo and jirou are the last two people awake by 4am. jirou had tried to fall asleep a few hours ago, but of course, insomnia was a bitch. momo was at her desk, looking at something at her computer screen with a frown and continuing to scribble down
silence. something that jirou savoured when she first moved to yuuei, but something that seemed so uncomfortable and foreign this time around.
she wasn’t always the best at breaking it, but she tries. she wants to talk to momo, after all.
“what’chu doing there, yaomomo?” jirou asks, trying not to wake anyone else up.
“analyzing our opponents for the interhigh spring qualifiers,” momo sighs, as she presses the space button on her computer, stopping the video. her voice is laced with frustration — something that only appears once in a blue moon. “i feel like we—” momo backtracks, rubbing at her temples. “i feel like i’m not good enough to beat them.
jirou scoffs lightly, “c’mon, don’t say that. you’re the team captain for a reason, momo. and that fancy title of yours isn’t just for show either, you really are the team’s everything hero. there’s really nothing you can’t do; blocks, receives, sets. what are you so worried about?”
momo seems to lighten at jirou’s words, but her lips are still downturned in a frown. “it’s just starting to feel like i’m not offering anything new to the team. sure, i’m pretty capable in all positions on the court, but that’s all i am. versatile. i don’t have any weird attacks or crazy-strong blocks like tsuyu and ochako have. i’m just…” her voice catches in her throat, and her hand comes up to her corner of her eye. “plain. everyone’s starting to get better than me, and i’m trying to catch up but i can’t . and what good am i if i can’t—”
jirou admits that they don’t really know what they’re doing. she takes momo’s face in her cold hands, making the taller girl blush at the sudden contact.
“you talk too much about your weaknesses for a person that doesn’t have that many,” jirou says softly. “okay, look, i don’t play volleyball myself but i’m in band so i’m gonna use that as an example, okay?”
momo nods, and jirou takes in a deep breath. what the actual fuck is she going to say?
“i play bass clarinet in concert band, and that’s kinda like a boring instrument. we usually never play the melody or harmony parts, and are mostly in the background since we’re a pretty small section. so, people might think we’re really plain, which is kind of true. but the band can’t really play that well without a sturdy bass section. even if we’re plain, we’re needed so the other members of the band can do their crazy fancy shit,” jirou rambles, ignoring the feeling of heat that crawls up her neck.
“i think i follow,” momo murmurs, tapping her pen against her chin in an action that reminds them of tsuyu.
she continues, ignoring the feeling of warmth creeping up on her cheeks, “so applying that to you, even if you think you’re plain, which, like, you’re totally not, the team wouldn’t function that well without you since you’re such a sturdy base. they need you to become a better team, momo.”
“i … don’t think i’ve ever thought of it like that,” she pauses, scribbling something out in her notebook before adding. ‘thanks you jirou, i really needed to hear something like that.”
momo smiles that contagious smile of hers, and jirou is sure that she can determine the exact moment her heart melted. she’s beautiful. they say this to themselves every single day like a mantra, but it feels new and euphoric every single time.
she wouldn’t dare say it aloud though, at least not to momo.
“you’re beautiful,” she blurts out.
fuck .
momo’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, mouth forming a little ‘o’ as she lets out a little gasp. jirou’s heart beats louder and louder behind her ears that she can barely make out what momo says next. she barely even notices how momo is standing up now, and fingers gently grazing the side of jirou’s face.
a beat.
“can i kiss you?”
jirou nods.
~
apparently mina was awake the whole time.
fucking hell.
she goes up to momo during practice the next day, standing up on her tiptoes as she whispers something in her ear that makes the volleyball captain become a blubbering mess in an instant, hands shaking furiously in front of her face to cover her crimson-tinted face. jirou would’ve called her cute if they didn’t already know what mina probably said.
mina’s in front of her face now, one corner of her lips slanted up in a teasing smirk. jirou groans, standing up from her chair to avoid the inevitable pestering. mina pushes down on their shoulders, forcing them to sit back down.
oh god.
“mina, i swear to the fucking gods—” jirou starts, furrowing their eyebrows in distaste. she knows what mina is going to say next — in that way her counsellor and mina are remarkably similar; extremely loud and the type of person to never back down from something when they set their mind to it — and she’ll do anything to avoid it.
“ask her out ask her out ask her out ask her out,” she screams, in a half-whisper, barely loud enough for anyone else in the gym to hear.
“mina! it’s time for practice!” uraraka calls from the other side of the gym where she’s running receiving drills with tsuyu, who has herself braced in a squat, arms laid in front of her as she watches the ball with a sharp look in her eyes.
“just a second!” mina smiles. “do it or i will…” she ponders for a second.
“do what?” jirou snorts.
she shrugs before running to join her girlfriends, “just do it, babe! i believe in you, kyo.”
“yea, yea, whatever,” jirou murmurs, trying their best to ignore the unmoving gaze from momo that seems to burn a hole through their hoodie.
momo turns to her and offers another half-moon eyed smile.
~
jirou’s trying to pack up her things and eat a granola bar at the same time, and evidently, it isn’t working out all that well. it also doesn’t help that denki and some of the other girls keep distracting her, yelling about whatever debate they’re hooked up on today — mina’s yelling at kendo about how eating cereal without the milk at all is the most superior way of eating it, for some reason.
jirou finally lets out a little sigh of relief when most of the girls — including a still screaming denki — file out of the gym, except for momo.
momo stays.
she’s walking over fuck fuck WHAT THE FUCK?
“hey, kyouka? are you free during the weekend?” momo asks, squatting down to meet jirou’s eye level.
“yea, i’m pretty sure! why do you ask?”
why the fuck is my heart racing.
momo rambles, which is unlike her usual self. her index fingers mindlessly tap against each other, a nervous habit of hers that only appears before an important match of some sort. “do you want to meet up if you have the time? like outside of the gym, and you know … alone? we could watch a movie or go wherever you’d like or—”
“you talk too much when you’re nervous,” jirou teases, which makes momo blush even harder. “but yea that would be nice!”
a pause.
“wait, so … as a date?” they ask, eyes widening slightly as she fully processes what momo had just asked of her.
“if you want it to be,” momo splutters quickly, rubbing the back of her neck. “i mean, i’m totally okay for it to be a date, but if you don’t want it to be then—”
jirou has to laugh at her nervousness.
she’s so cute WHAT THE FUCK.
“it's a date, then.”
someone from the gym entrance yells at momo, telling her to hurry up. “oh, it seems i have to leave. uhhh, text me about the details?”
“i will!” jirou says. she hesitates before placing a kiss on her lips. another yell from the entrance. a still furiously blushing momo jogs away, waving at jirou with a smile.
“i’ll see you soon, kyouka!”
they have a date with momo yaoyorozu. oh my fucking god.
so maybe joining the volleyball club wasn’t a bad idea in the first place.