#nicekills

the sound of metal rustling caught her attention immediately. with the excuse of closing down for the night, she had the chance to throw a few serves, without crumbling in pain in front of everyone. the hit was as powerful as ever, but her reflexes were dulled. the first few hit the net, then the following were ‘out’. she was truly OUT OF SHAPE.

‘ naomi-san ? ’ shit, did the other manage to see her. ‘ what are you doing here at this time of the night ? i was about to close down. ’

     a soft CLAP to interrupt the ball skittering against the court , steam seeming to curl off it. day shadowing him , he peers inside , smiling serenely across the gym.