“Kageyama, it’s too hot to be in the gym during lunch hour!”
Upon hearing the nasally whine from his classmate, Kageyama merely grunted before rolling his eyes at the childish behavior. He had wanted to come to the gym in order to practice his serves, hoping a second pair of eyes watching for mistakes would be helpful in aiding him. He wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of complaints that left [Name]’s mouth once they had finally settled into the gym however, and the constant squabble that escaped from her lips was starting to tick him off. Tucking the volleyball under his arm, he fixed the female with his usual glare.
“You can leave,” he growled, his eyes flicking in the direction of the doors as if ushering her out.
“But you asked me to accompany you,” [Name] pouted, crossing her arms over her chest with a huff as she glared back at the first year setter. She was sitting on a nearby bench, one leg crossed over the other as it bounced back and forth in her normal fidgety fashion. Sweat had started to form at the nape of her neck and she could feel it slowly sliding down the back of her uniform, staining the fabric with salty perspiration. “You should’ve told me we were going to the gym. I would’ve brought something to fan myself with.”
Choosing to ignore his female counterpart, Kageyama went back to practicing his serves. He threw one volleyball after another into the air, jumping in near perfection in order to follow through with his serve. Every so often, out of the corner of his eye, he would glance at [Name], watching as she fanned herself with her open palm. After a while, she had decided that using her hand as a fan was no good and instead opted for fanning herself with the collar of her uniform blouse. Kageyama had to force himself to look away, a tinge of pink shading his cheeks.
“Ugh, the heat in this gym is unbearable,” [Name] groaned after a few minutes, standing from her seat on the bench. “I just don’t understand how you find yourself here every single day.”
Kageyama would’ve brushed off her complaints with another disinterested grunt had it not been for her sudden movement. Pausing his actions, he nearly dropped the ball that rested in his hands as he watched [Name] start stripping out of the vest that was over the top of her uniform blouse. She pulled the cream colored sweater vest over her head, disheveling her hair slightly in the process, before throwing it off to the side on top of her bag. Sighing in relief, [Name] proceeded to sit back on the bench before continuing the steps in her plan to cool off.
“S-Stop that!” Kageyama had to fight the heated blush that threatened to color his cheeks as [Name] proceeded to unbutton her blouse. She left the top open just enough to show off the skin of her chest and Kageyama couldn’t help his wandering eyes from staring at the very top of her bosom. “W-What are you doing?!”
“Don’t be such a baby, Kageyama,” [Name] teased as she rolled her thigh high stockings down her legs, bunching it up around her ankles. “I’m only trying to cool off. I’ll redress before lunch break ends. Promise.”
[Name] latched her fingers to the hem of her skirt, waving it up and down in an attempt to fan her thighs. Squeaking a bit—though he would never admit to doing so—Kageyama forced himself to continue practicing, not once looking back at the female until she had finally redressed.
From that point forward, he always brought her a paper fan.