Anya disappeared into her room for a moment, rummaging through her closet before tossing a familiar blue jersey onto the couch.
"You're still keeping that old thing?" Qingran asked, raising an eyebrow.
Anya huffed. "Of course. Unlike someone, I actually have school spirit."
Qingran rolled her eyes but didn't argue. She had her own uniform packed away in her bag, red and crisp like it hadn't aged a day.
She pulled it out, running her fingers over the fabric for a moment before changing into it. It still fit perfectly, a second skin that carried memories of countless games, victories, and a few painful losses.
Anya reappeared a moment later, her blue jersey hanging comfortably over her frame. "Still fits," she said with a grin. "You ready?"
Qingran adjusted her wristbands. "Always."
Lingquan, watching from the couch, flicked his tail. [You two are taking this way too seriously.]
"My cat thinks we're over doing it.."
Anya smirked. "It's called school pride, little guy."
