𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃.

𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥

Today's finally the day of the sports festival, and you can't be more excited...and nervous. You were reluctant at first, but with some convincing from Sero, you decided to join the track team. For the past couple of weeks, the two of you have been running together, training daily for today.

This festival is something that happens annually, and it's broadcasted on live television, for the whole world to see. There are also college scouts watching and looking for talent. So, who knows, maybe this is your chance to get into a good college. This school is supposed to be the best of the best, after all.

Preparing for the sports festival also helped you get your mind off of things. Like Mina's suicide, anxieties about the midterms and final exams, and what you're going to do after Highschool...

Sero's managed to keep you occupied, and he's helped you whenever you do feel anxious. He is a really good friend, and honestly, you love him to death. You have no idea what you'd do without him.

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"I don't know if I can do this." You groan, staring at yourself in the mirror, studying your reflection in the track uniform. Since you aren't on the track team, you had to borrow a rental.

Unfortunately, it's way too small for you, so tight against your chest that you can't wear your sports bra underneath it, and it's squeezing your thighs and ass, giving you quite the wedgie. You try to pull it down, but it always works its way up your legs.

"You'll be fine, (y/n). Just focus on yourself, and if you can't, think about everyone else is in their underwear." Sero tells you from outside the door.

Are you really going to do this? You could've said no, there are plenty of people who did track and didn't participate...you weren't even on the track team in the first place. Then again, you signed up for this, and it's not like you can turn back now, especially not on the day of the event, so you don't have a choice.

With a sigh and another small tug on your spandex, you step outside. Sero grins at you, giving your uniform a glance before locking eyes with you. "Ah, there she is, my favorite track star!"

"Shut up." You say, rolling your eyes and pushing him away, as he tries to wrap an arm around you. "What? I'm just being honest. You look great by the way."

"Yeah, except for the fact that this thing is too damn tight, and is squeezing my boobs and riding up on my ass." You murmur, trying to pull down the spandex, only to have it smack against your butt.

Unable to help himself, Sero lets his eyes roam your figure, feeling his blood begin to rush to his head and other places. Ridding the filthy thoughts in his mind and cursing himself for thinking of you in such a way, he tugs at his pants, adjusting himself and hiding his semi.

"It's not that noticeable." He reassures you, forcing himself to look straight forward in the hallway, keeping his eyes away from you. "Let's hurry, we don't wanna be late."

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You've never seen the stadium so crowded before. There are so many people, most you don't even recognize. Sero, puts a hand on your shoulder, getting your attention. "Don't focus on them, just look at me, okay? You got this."

"Okay, I got this." You repeat to yourself, taking a small shaky breath. And with that, the two of you went over to the group of track kids.

"Hello Everyone and welcome to our yearly sports festival!" Mr.Mic's voice booms from the announcer booth. Of course, he's the announcer, with his intense enthusiasm and his voice, which is just perfect for it.

"Before we begin today's festivities, we have a brief tribute to one of our classmates who passed this year, Mina Ashido, from our dance and cheer team. Please be respectful and no recording at this time."