thirty days iwaoi writing challenge day twelve: arm wrestling
Kyoutani scowled darkly as his knuckles slammed against the tabletop, and the members of the volleyball team all burst into cheers for their vice-captain, slapping him on the back as he tried to smother his smirk.
“That’s two-nothing for Iwaizumi-san,” Kindaichi announced, then recoiled when the second-year looked ready to bite his head off. It wasn't his fault the job of scorekeeper had been pushed onto him.
Oikawa clapped his hands once, calling for order, and with a touch of conceit in his voice, he drawled, “Come now, Mad Dog-chan. Did you really expect any different?”
Legion sighed as he sat back in his chair. This was the third school he’d been too in the past few months because of the trouble he seemed to get into. It was all in good fun though. He never hurt anyone…seriously. He looked around his new classroom and saw all boring and normal faces. Except for one. She stood out for some reason. The teacher kept blabbing on but he looked at her curiously. He wondered who she was.