COSMOGYRAL

ah--- was she caught? well that just can’t do. hands clasp together in front of her skirt and she’s had practice of looking like a lady-- at least, she knows how to act like one at times. how to get out of this one? all she wanted to do was do a little bit of spying so she could report back to the other’s on the improvements that midorima’s team had made.  at least she isn’t suspected of being a basketball player yet, so maybe she can still save this, “oh could you?” she begins, eyes wide, rocking forth onto her toes, and then leaning back, eyes averting to the ground, “but, ah-- i don’t want to take you away from your practice. i’m sure i can find my way back soon enough.”  if she plays off like she’s a new student, then it’ll be easy enough to slip away from the other. 

insta aesthetic. 

oh-- they had good form. a tight knit system, and even with murasakibara-kun’s absolute defense under the hoop-- midorima-san seems to be shooting pretty decently. she’s almost certain that’ll give murasakibara-kun and himuro-kun some issues. eyes widen when she’s caught, and cheeks flush slightly as the other makes direct eye contact. a serene and sweet smile plays on her lips and if her data is correct-- this is takao. it’s important for a captain and vice captain to know competitors ; especially if they posed a risk. ( not that miyoki’s own team would go up against them, but she’s fairly certain, himuro-kun would. )  her head tilts, hair swaying with the motion, as he walks over, her voice sugary sweet, “oh i just got lost a little bit, takao-san. it was really cool seeing the boy’s team play though.” lost ??? like hell she is. ; but she’s as good of a liar as she is with naming constellations ; so she’s not too worried.