Why not?

"Sure," You said, "Come on, Abirit."

"Mm."

Misa came with another boy, your fellow classmate Marihito, a very athletic and masculine athlete who's up and running for the school's volleyball team. He was slightly taller than Abirit, his skin tanned from years of outdoor activities.

He whistled appreciatively at seeing Abirit in her bikini, saying, "Wow, you're breathtaking, Abirit. And I didn't think you'd be going out with him to such an open place."

"Takeru insisted," Said Abirit, "Though... I guess the beach is good?"

"Come on, don't be so wishy-washy," Said Marihito, "You ever play volleyball?"

"No," Said Abirit.

"Neither have I," You said.

"Come on then, we'll show you the ropes," Said Marihito, "Oh, but you'll need to take off your waistcloth and put it aside, Abirit. It'll get in the way."

Abirit did so and stepped onto the volleyball field, and you had to admit you felt a little nervous.

"Alright, rules are simple," Said Marihito, "You hit the ball with your hands and make sure it lands within the team's space on the other side of the net. No hitting outside the space, no hitting the net or below, and no hitting the ball with your legs. Also, we're doing five rounds of twenty-five points."

"Game will go all the way, but the team with three won sets wins the game," Misa said, "Loser has to buy dinner, and do whatever the winner wants them to do."

Seriously? Where was this going? And what was with Misa's strange attitude towards you and Abirit?

"Deal," You said, "You ready, Abirit?"

"I guess," Said Abirit.

"Alright, game start!" Marihito called.

And he served the ball.