Gym class

“Hiyah!”

Chiaki grunted as she jumped up and slammed her hand down on the volleyball, launching it toward the ground, where Sayaka was unable to stop it from hitting the ground, winning her team a point. Her teammates cheered and walked up to give her high fives as the boys watched from the sidelines, waiting for their turn.

“She's surprisingly good, huh?” Hajime offered. He wasn’t part of the class, but he had been able to stop by and watch.

“I think she’s just motivated by the hope of her classmates to win, no matter what,” Nagito replied as he crossed his arms and smiled. “Perhaps she’s channeling her abilities as the Ultimate Gamer to try and use her skills from sports games to do her best to win, all for the sake of her friends. Ahhh…it’s beautiful, isn’t it?” When the boy was at the point of nearly drooling, Hajime laughed nervously just as the next round started.

Ibuki started the round on Chiaki’s side, and she served it, and, despite Hajime trying not to pay attention to it, he couldn’t help but notice how Chiaki’s large chest bounced around wildly underneath her white gym shirt. His cheeks flushed as he tried to **** his eyes away and be respectful, but every time she moved, and especially when she jumped, they seemed to go all over the place, as if there was nothing holding them down.

Hajime blinked. As if there was nothing holding them down?

That train of thought left him stunned as the ball came towards them, and just like before, Chiaki lunged, her shirt hem floating up as she went into the air. Hajime’s eyes widened as the angle he was watching allowed him to catch a glimpse under her shirt…