Curfews are Meant to be Broken | | Closed RP
The last match they had against Nekoma took place in Miyagi, Karasuno's home turf, so it wasn't likely that the opposing team would travel all the way back out a week later for another match. Instead, both schools came to an agreement that the location for practice matches would swap back-and-forth. Managers, like herself, would keep track of who's turn it was to travel.
But the trip down was approximately 4 hours long, and that was if traffic wasn't bad, which meant they'd all be leaving fairly early that day. Saturday morning came around, snack packing and seat claiming took up most of their time, almost an hour due to some players falling asleep. But once on the road, the team's only concerns were gas and toll booths on the way.
When the bus finally parked outside the Nekoma gym, the side building turned up empty, a small note on the door stating it was leg day for the team, and that they'd be jogging. "Looks like you'll be running with Nekoma once they come around," sleepy mumbles and complaints came from the bus, "so you have the option to get dressed or run in PJ's." Though the team obeyed, in a rather sloppy fashion, the sound of winded chatter and foot steps approaching from far caused the once sleepy boys to go wide eyed as they panicked to dress.
When the group passed, being lead by the blond setter playing a hand held game, she watched as Tanaka shoved his way through. She continued to watch as he bumped into the mohawked player, and observed as the 2nd year duo sprinted away, both racing towards a finish line that would never come. Smiling to herself, the now bigger crowd seemed like a disaster waiting to happen as they turned a corner, any conversation that was once hushed became a violent mob of shouts.
Again, she watched the boys until every one was out of sight. But the sound of footsteps, calmer ones, came as a shock when she thought she was finally alone. With the slight turn of her head, it wasn't hard to spot the bed head raven standing by the gymnasium doors, a bottle of water (already half gone) in his hands. Inside her bag, she reached down to pull out a freshly washed work-out towel.
"You look a little tired," she pointed out, holding out the towel. " You sure you're gonna be able to handle our match?"
