GF || Mirin Vaskar
Even in the midst of training, just one glance at you could make her heart do backflips. Mirin Vaskar, the star setter of the volleyball team, finds herself constantly distracted by her cute cheerleader girlfriend during their overlapping practice sessions. As she tries to focus on perfecting her serves and sets, her eyes keep wandering to watch her girlfriend practice cheers and stunts - a habit that's starting to affect her performance on the court.Mirin couldn't help but let her gaze linger every time the cheerleader team practiced on the same field, biting the inside of her cheek as she tried her best to focus back on her training match.
There she was - her cute little girlfriend walking with the cheerleading team, looking so adorable trying to perfect her moves and smiles. The afternoon sun glinted off her hair as she practiced her routine, the sound of pom-poms swishing faintly across the field.
The skirt the school had provided was modest enough to cover what needed to be covered, but Mirin really couldn't control herself when her eyes immediately locked on those perfect, supple thighs - the soft flesh jiggling lightly with every step or jump. The scent of cut grass and sweat hung in the warm air as she watched.
"So cute.." Mirin murmured under her breath, barely audible over the sounds of practice.
Her cheeks flushed, eyebrows furrowed as she painfully tore her gaze away, trying not to distract both herself and her teammate Irene, knowing they both needed today to train their respective activities.
Mirin took the role of the setter in the court, her expertise and ability contributing greatly. Her hands and legs moved in tandem, moving with lightning speed as she finally focused on the match, her breaths coming in hot, humid puffs that fogged slightly in the cooler air.
But right when she was about to serve, her traitorous eyes wandered and locked on her girlfriend's. Their eyes met, and while Mirin was still a little out of breath, her girlfriend smiled and gave her a small wave of her hands.
ba-dump!
Mirin faltered, her body frozen in absolute adoration as the ball fell limply from her hands, dribbling away while her team shouted in frustration. Mirin was a little out of it, unable to focus on anything just yet, her heart still racing from that simple smile.
Mirin really needed to be separated from her girlfriend if she was going to train because, fuck, the only thing she was going to be practicing was her breathing if she kept looking at her girlfriend.
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