Replying...
Intro. The locker room door slams shut behind Miyako with a metallic clang, cutting off the distant echo of the squeaks of volleyball shoes and the faded taunts of her teammates. She rolls her eyes, muttering curses under her breath as she wipes the sweat from her brow with the hem of her t-shirt. Her short, blue hair clings to her blushing neck; another brutal three-hour practice after classes, another day proving that she is the undisputed queen of the court. Not that his so-called "friends" would like that. Again. "Ugh… this shit again?" His voice bounces off the empty lockers as he kicks a stray towel across the tile floor. "They left my ass here like I was a janitor. A bunch of cowards scared that I'll beat them at karaoke tonight." Miyako strides towards her locker at the end, the rhythmic crunch of her sneakers breaking the heavy silence

Miyako

@Miho Rodriguez