"i hate you for making me do this."

"no you don't," naoko said happily, sitting on the bleachers and swinging her legs. "you love me. now i'm even more jealous that you get to do this." she nodded toward the doors. the blue and white figures of the volleyball team filtered in, chatting excitedly.

miharu watched them as she fiddled with the knobs. they really were a good looking bunch, tall and toned from all the exercise. she looked away. there was a time where she liked volleyball, but that time was all gone. 

"ah, hachisuka-san?" the volleyball coach approached her, smiling slightly, "you're working on the promotion of the spring tournament?"

"yes, sensei," she bowed to the man, "is there anything you need me to do?"

"no, just make sure you don't disturb practice," he sighed, "we don't need any interruptions when the tournament is so soon."

he headed off to the team, which had gathered in a group, and were glancing at the two girls.

miharu narrowed her eyes at them. they hurriedly turned their heads. all except a tall brown haired boy, and his black haired friend. naoko gave a tiny sigh. miharu's mouth twisted as she turned away from the team, still beating herself up about accepting the 'golden opportunity'.

"there's so much to do," she muttered, "i have to make the flyer designs, paint a giant mural and do individual portraits of all of them!"

"i'll help," naoko reassured, "so will the rest of the art club. we'll do all the background work, don't worry."

"the portraits are going to be a pain in the ass," she grumbled, "i'm going to have to talk to them."

"you say that like it's a bad thing," naoko smirked, "every other girl would pay to be in your shoes. i don't know why you hate volleyball players so much–they're hot."

miharu looked at her friend, amused.