𝐭𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 [𝐤.𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐨 x 𝐨𝐜]

XII - In Action Pt.2

"Okay, that's all for today! All of you better practice the routine till here, I want no errors tomorrow!", Masumi calls out to everyone, before sitting on the floor. Everyone repeatedly glanced at her, but seeing that she wasn't budging, walked out through the door. Masumi wasn't ready to leave the dance floor just yet. She fished a pen drive out of her bag, and inserted it in the mp3 player. After a little bit of fiddling, she took her place at the center of the dance floor. She closed her eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and got into position. Opening her eyes, she saw herself in the dance room mirror, determined and passionate. She was going to perform her solo piece, that she had been working on for months.

Volleyball practice has just ended. They cut it a little short today, since we have a practice match with Aoba Johsai in a few days. I'm pretty nervous to face Kindaichi and Kunimi, but I'm even more nervous to go up against Oikawa. Mulling this thoughts over, I walk out of the gym when I notice the dance room lights still on. She's still at it? "Oi boke, what's the time?", I ask Hinata. "Um 6:30 p.m. Why?", he asks. "Go on without me, I'll go home in a bit," I reply, but this boke won't let me go. "Ooh, I wanted to practice a little more, too. Toss to me, Kageyama!" Ugh, how do I get him off my back. "I'm not practicing. idiot!" He looks perplexed, "Then what?" I think for a bit. "I-I'm going to the bathroom!" "I'll wait for a bit, then! Unless you're doing number 2," his face scrunches up in disgust. Sigh, looks like I have no other choice. "I'm doing number 2." "Bye, Kageyamaaaa!", he skips away.
Finally. As soon as he's out of sight, I peek in through the ajar door.

"Whoa..." I mumble. Mitsuhara is in the middle of a routine that looks very complex. I'm no expert in dance, but even to someone like me, those moves have got to be very tough. But she pulls them off so effortlessly. It's so hypnotizing to watch her dance. Now, I don't doubt for a second that she led her team to nationals alone. Suddenly, she does a backflip and lands in a split. I unconsciously hiss, assuming that wasn't supposed to happen, but she notices me at the door and frowns.

"Stalker-kun?"

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