As Queens Should

» Thank Yuu

Five members of Niiyama compiled together in a ball of crying people. You’ve been added to the little group hug after absorbing all the shock your physical and mental state have received.

Niiyama...advanced to the quarterfinals...

Goosebumps danced on your arms, a lingering sting flaring from your hands and ankles. Your vision crystallized from the tears welling up in your eyes, being met by the light from above that made you blink and sob.

Why am I even crying...this is stupid. My head hurts so bad. To hell with it, I need a foot massage or something, I deserve that shit right now.

After the astonishing play you’ve contributed to your match, later on it was revealed that the victory of that match belonged to Niiyama’s clutches. And with that, your team goes straight up to the quarterfinals.

Your coach gave an applaud to the ounces of sweat dropped from your sparkling skin. It was like everyone had just went through a shower. Your eye bags were deep and highlighted from the moist building up on your face, along with it were the quick and hot pants released by your mouth as you tried to understand what your mentor was uttering with the group huddle.

“Great play. I’d like to see the same later, girls. Can I count on that?”

“AYE!” The players shouted in chorus.

“A-...Aye!” You caught up, lifting your fist and wincing from the sore pain that stroke your whole arm. Damn...Damn it! This is from swinging my arm in an abnormal extent.

“Go easy on yourself, [L/N]. Who knows, maybe if you get enough rest you’ll be able to play again..” They sneakily chuckled and gave their remark before walking away to your other teammates.

To you, that came an opportunity. An open opportunity to become a regular just before you become a third year.

And so as your quest to recover from your body begins, the rest of Niiyama felt compelled to drag your lifeless figure with them to rest.

You didn’t even have a moment to recall the things that have happened from the recent match, your mind completely went straight to zoning and passing out.

Maiko, near your seat, peeked at you whose arms were over your friends’ bags and wet towels lying on your closed eyes. An idea was born inside of her mind.

“Kanoka-chan, you want to check Karasuno’s match right now with Nekoma?”

Nishinoya?

Your nervous system was kicked awake and all the clothes and towels stacked on your face flew when you jerked up. “You’re going to see Karasuno? Let me come!” You insisted in an antsy tone. Before all, you gave a gander on your surroundings, being piled with their luggage as you were knocked unconscious.

Oh, those girls made me their clothes rack. They hanged their towel dripping of sweat on my hands? FOUL.

“Taking advantage of the weak, I see.” you murmured to yourself. A sudden surge of hunger stormed your stomach which caused you to be even more giddy. Your body was still aching but your head no longer felt that bad.

How long has it been when you rested? About ten minutes or so.

“Hehe, Karasuno’s match is over~♪” Kanoka tells you, hands up in the air with her tongue out. Maiko and her both give a hearty laugh while taking their seats. “Here, have a drink, [N/N].” Yonezawa insists, handing you a cold energy drink.

You wasted no time in gulping the beverage as it was given to you. From the first spill to the very last drop. In return, your face’s texture was sticky due to the sweat and it was only a matter of time before you begin doing it more.