The locker room.

(chapter originally by Teraton on writing.com)

Typical, Yuko mused as she pushed her way into the girls locker room. She wasn't about to go charging blindly into the boys locker room unannounced... yet. If they kept her waiting another practice or two, maybe it'd give them a good shock, but for their sake and, as Yuko caught herself blushing at the mental image, her own sake, she'd hold off on that option.

No, if they were even in the locker room, it was her female teammates her were going to get the first taste of her temper this time. Clearing her throat she made a declaration. "Alright, this is the last straw, guys!" She smacked her hand against a locker as she passed one row. "When it's time for practice, it means we start then! Not a couple minutes later, not getting changed then, but in the pool swimming then!" She glanced down the next row, seeing nothing. She frowned, but continued on. "I don't want to get mean over it, and I'm willing to cut you guys some slack..."

Yuko froze. Was that the sound of a locker door being closed? She thought she could hear breathing, but with the way sound warped in the locker room made it hard to tell. Still, Yuko grinned; she was closing in on them! "..I'll give you guys a break sometimes but the _whole _team is almost _always _late!" Yuko pressed her back to the side of a row of lockers; she was sure they were down this row. As silently as she could, she inched forward and forward. "It wouldn't be so bad..."

She sprung out, closing off one end of the alley between two banks of lockers. "Except now you guys are trying to hide from me?!"

However, when Yuko now had a clear look down at who she was yelling at, all pretense of stealth dropped, she saw...