whirlwindhappa:
"Hey, Ibarazaki. There’s a baton back at the second turn, mind nabbing it?" Miki called out, cupping her hand to her mouth. Her other arm stretched high above her head, and she bounced a few times, shaking out the stiffness in her muscles. Sunday practice had ended, taking advantage of a particularly warm day to squeeze in a quick training meet. With support from their advising teacher, the captain of the track team was enthusiastically fitting in more and more practice time to prep for competitions against other regional schools. This new year had brought in many new members who needed to be whipped into shape. It was grueling training for most of the team members, who left on wobbly legs with burning lungs, that warm exhaustion guiding them back to the dorms. But for the Yamaku Academy’s Number 1 and Number 2, it was a walk in the park. Of course, that meant that often enough, they were the only ones who could close up shop. There was more to Track and Field than just running, and equipment was always scattered on the rush practice days.
Emi spun around to the voice addressing her and pulled her face. Miki had been Emi's athletics rival for the majority of her time at Yamaku academy. Despite knowing that the girl was a nice person, Emi couldn't help her competitive side taking over whenever she was around and it caused her chest to tighten whenever the waves of her voice reached Emi's little ear drums.
"I've got it!" Emi waved and yelled back before sprinting to the second corner and bending down to pick up the baton. Turning, she ran towards Miki with a cheeky grin on her face, "Nice training today! Maybe if you keep it up, you'll be as good as yours truly!" standing up proud, yet being no taller than Miki's shoulder, Emi stood with her fists to her chest and her smile wide. It probably wasn't the most subtle of passive aggressive comments, but she was tired and in her mind...the comment was quite true.