Tsukishima's eyebrow twitched. He tried hard to concentrate on the book he was reading, but how was he going to concentrate if this odd girl is staring at him, unblinking?

Long story short, when he picked them up, he scolded them again about how everyone was going to fail because of them and forced Hirari and Mashumaro to do their own parts by pushing Hirari towards Ichinose, their other groupmate, and asked them to go find another table. He then glared at Mashumaro for trying to escape from him by tiptoeing towards Hirari's spot.

Mashumaro cleared her throat, but ended up choking. Tsukishima took out his notebook and started writing some of the key words he read from the book, ignoring her coughing. She was already pounding her fist on her chest, but he still refused to look at her. When she finally stopped, she leaned in closer to Tsukishima. The blonde felt a vein pop on his forehead when she put her head under the open book's spine and peeked at him with her chestnut brown eyes. He raised the book to cover her eyes, continuing with his reading.

The girl finally gave up. She leaned back on her seat and pouted. "Can I at least write, too?" She mustered up enough to courage to finally ask, although she wasn't scared of pissing off Tsukishima earlier. Without looking at her, Tsukishima flipped the page and started writing again. "No." He calmly answered. "But if I write it, it will give us good luck." The girl claimed.

Tsukishima finally looked at her, raising his eyebrow. He didn't want to ask why she thinks her writing skills were magical nor why she knows the name of his brother. Not only that, he also didn't know why she went as far as to yell at the whole class just to defend his brother's words, if it's true that he did tell her that 'she can write the future'. The only thing he knew about this girl is that she had a bad reputation.

But then again, she wouldn't be transferred to his class if she isn't smart, right?

A loud argument interrupted his thinking. He glanced over to the other table and saw Hirari panicking and throwing all of the things from her bag on the table. Some of her stuff even hit Ichinose in the face. "H-Hey, stop that! We're in the middle of a group work!" Ichinose had a look that seems to scream 'help' all over it. "My camera! My camera's lost! Why am I so slow to realize it!?" Hirari panicked, holding her bag upside down, all her things dropping on the table. The librarian was already walking towards the duo. "Tch." Tsukishima grimaced, not wanting to get in trouble just because of the two girls. He looked at Mashumaro, who was already laughing at Hirari.

He had no other choice. He stood up and pushed both the book and notebook in front of Mashumaro. "Finish it. I'll have a word with the librarian." Then he left a happy Mashumaro there writing as soon as she got ahold of his pencil.

Mashumaro was a fast worker. Once a task is given to her, she'll finish it in a short amount of time. When Tsukishima came back with Hirari and Ichinose, the two boys were surprised when she said she was done. Hirari didn't get surprised, though.

Unfortunately, the teacher called for all the papers to be passed immediately so neither one of them could check how well Mashumaro wrote their activity. Tsukishima was just relieved that he could finally spend the day without getting too involved with the two troublemakers. The day was spent with none of them talking to each other.

When a whole day of classes finally ended, their English teacher went by their classroom again and called over Tsukishima. "I need to talk to you and your groupmates about earlier." She waited for everyone else in the classroom to leave before she went in front.

The two girls gulped. Ichinose was traumatized for life. Tsukishima had never felt so annoyed in his entire life. The English teacher was staring at one of the pages of their work with a blank expression on her face. "The first part seems okay. Tsukishima must have done this… but the rest…" Her eyes turned to Mashumaro, who inwardly squealed. "… Look, you just transferred classes, but… well…" The teacher set the papers down on her table and sighed. "I know you're smart. I know you are. Your writing was good, your English grammar is correct, even though your vocabulary isn't wide, and you were able to pull it off, but… you make it seem as if the topic, 'communication and society' is a tragic story." The teacher pointed at two of the sentences from Mashumaro's work.

'Humans are naturally social beings who crave for company. Even the most introverted people cannot survive without another person within their field of interaction.'

"That's not the only sentence where you wrote strangely. You sound like you're a lonely person." The teacher stood up. Hirari's eyes widened with despair at the teacher's last sentence. She turned her head towards the other girl beside her. Mashumaro still had her usual smile.

There you go again. Laughing it off, as usual.

"And you, Ishikawa. What do you have to say for yourself, causing a scene in the library?" Hirari's eyes welled up into tears. She hated crying, but she couldn't help it. The teacher saw droplets fall from the girl's eyes and sighed again. "Okay, I'll give you another chance for this. But you have to pass it to me before this day ends. I'll be in the faculty office. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." The four of them answered. The teacher nodded and left the classroom. Yamaguchi, who was waiting outside for Tsukishima entered as soon as she was gone. He stopped when he saw Hirari wiping off her tears, Ichinose trying to comfort the girl, Tsukishima looking down at Mashumaro with his hand on his hips, and Mashumaro sitting on a chair and looking down, her bangs covering her eyes. "What happened, Tsuki?" Yamaguchi ran over to Tsukishima, who was sternly looking at Mashumaro.

The blonde fixed his eyeglasses. "Looks like I won't be attending club today. Tell the coach and the captain later when class ends." He finally talked. "Oh… um…" Yamaguchi looked at Mashumaro, who refused to move. He then looked at Hirari, who had just finished crying. "Okay, Tsuki." Seeing as he can't do anything to help the situation, he just agreed.

"As for you," Tsukishima said, but Mashumaro still didn't look up at him. "Don't expect me to fix this by myself. This is your doing, so you're coming with me to the library."

As much as he didn't want to, he had no choice. He didn't like fixing other people's problem behavior and didn't like making up for something he didn't do. He knew that she would try to fix it on her own, but will only end up writing something ridiculous again.

"Hirari." Mashumaro finally talked. She looked up and smiled at Hirari. "Looks like I messed up." She laughed, and it only made Hirari want to cry more. "Don't worry about me! I'll be with Tsukishima, anyway. Go to club and tell them I couldn't make it. I'll help you find your camera later, too."

Hirari bit her lip, but she couldn't say anything while Tsukishima was there. She still had a hunch that he was related to Akiteru. But then if they really are related, then she could at least talk and give him a piece of her mind so he'd stop pestering Mashumaro, right?

She breathed in, ready to make her voice loud and clear just so Tsukishima could hear what she was about to say. "Akiteru-san and Shiori-san would help us both if they were here." She said before leaving the room. Ichinose had no idea what was going on and went away, too, like the side character he is. Meanwhile, Mashumaro looked down again with wide eyes, unable to believe that Hirari said that in front of someone. She heard footsteps and a soft rustle, unknowing that Tsukishima had picked up both his and her bag. "If you don't want to, I'll be forced to exclude you from the group. Nothing works with effort alone. Even if you are making such a huge effort to your writing, you'll only be hurt in the end."

The girl looked up at him and was surprised to see a hand extended towards her. Tsukishima wasn't facing her instead, he was facing to the side, and he had his other hand inside his pocket. "… Let's go."

The girl was taken aback at his sudden nice behavior. She hesitantly took his hand.

Hirari slumped on her seat. Everyone in the club seemed really happy that Mashumaro wasn't coming. They even bought lots of food to snack on while working and even took selfie pictures. Of course, she knew they'd scowl when she joined in, so she didn't.

The club president, who was also one of the people who did not join in the fun, stepped in front of Hirari, distracting the girl from her solitude. "Ishikawa, I have a task for you. I think you'll be able to pull it off." The president said sternly. Hirari wasn't in the mood to do anything today, but she didn't want to get yelled or break the president's trust. She stood up and put on her best face forward. "Yes, ma'am! I'll do my best!" She agreed.

The president smiled. "I know you would. Okay, so I'm thinking of a way to solve your video-taking problem and Kaji's emotion-based writing." She explained. "Your drawing skills and the comics you make are splendidly done. Some of your videos are useful to our work, but… sometimes, I have to say you go overboard. And we all know how emotion-based Kaji's works are. It's a shame because the girl writes excellently, too. So I thought of trying something to make use of your hobbies." She finished. Hirari nodded, gesturing for her to continue.

"Recently, the volleyball club has been the talk of town because of a change in their team play. There's this short player who has amazing athletic reflexes and a talented setter, too. They aren't the only ones who make up the power of our volleyball club, though." The president picked up a pencil and spun it with her fingers. "Since Mashumaro has this habit of making the 'other' players stars of the show, then I thought it would be great if she could write about all the volleyball club's players so they all get equally recognized. The team is strong, after all."

Hirari's mouth hung agape, remembering the humiliation she almost experienced when she hid in the gym. Her whole face turned pale. "And you… I want you to take videos of the practice plays. With their permission, of course. It would also be nice if you could learn how to draw all their faces so you could make cute comics about them at times."

The girl shuddered at the thought. She didn't want to tell the president that she had lost her camera. "I-I'll do it!" Still, she agreed with no question. The president nodded before going back to reviewing the articles. Hirari dropped to her seat again, biting her thumb's nail in frustration. Not only has she lost her camera, but she also did not want to deal with huge sportsmen. And she also remembered the scary guy who glared at her while she was in a costume.

She snapped her fingers. "That's it! The costume!" She stood up from her seat and searched for the costume at the corner of their club room. With a mischievous smile on her face, she started laughing loudly, creeping out the other members near her. "I'm secretly an undercover spy." She said, creeping them out even more.

The girl had her arms crossed on the table and her head was down, hiding her face in her thin arms. "I'm sorry."

Tsukishima placed the paper down on the table after reading her second try. He wanted so badly to not involve himself, but he just had to ask. He didn't want to spend the rest of his school year dealing with the girl's emotional problems and there was a high chance that she'd be in his group again. "So it says here, 'In other words, even though we aren't familiar with everyone, we still communicate with them in some other way and that is how we coexist, even if the person doesn't like you.'" He read the sentence out loud, looking at the girl. She shifted her head to listen to him. "In an essay, you're supposed to remove the 'even if the person doesn't like you' part. It's too personal. How many people don't like you, anyway?" He lectured her, his eyes scanning the paper once more.

He didn't notice how harsh his statement was. The girl looked up, although she did not move her head from her arms. "Almost everyone I meet, excluding Hirari."

The fact that she said those words with a normal expression and didn't even get hurt by his words surprised Tsukishima. He was the king of sarcasm and insults, and he knew how to piss someone off badly. He, however, had no intention to ruin the girl's mood but he actually expected for her to get angry, which didn't happen. "And it says here society forces people to fit in and throws away those who don't and… what does that have to do with communication?" Tsukishima dropped the subject and asked her once again. What he did not know was that the girl can connect everything together no matter how far the subject is. That was how the president of the media club described her talent, although she does base it on emotion. Tsukishima had just met the girl and he did not know her capabilities. She finally raised her head, yawning in reply.

"Because I can write the future, I wrote at the end of the essay how people force themselves to fit in the society by communication and in that future, people would finally accept the outcasts by fitting in the majority with the minority. So it's like a give and take kind of relationship." She answered. Tsukishima shot her a strange look. "I see." He answered simply, not wanting to listen to her absurd way of piecing up everything together, even though he admitted that she was smart enough to think of something deeper than it actually is. However, he knew that her kind of logic is something that isn't acceptable theoretically. The blonde went back to what he was doing; erasing the parts of her essay which he thought weren't going to be accepted by the teacher.

Mashumaro suddenly laughed, causing Tsukishima to look back at her. He was getting irritated again. "I can't seem to comprehend why you don't believe the beneficial information I have just told you." The way she said it was like she was accusing Tsukishima of being stupid and that irritated him more. "Why do you insist on being able to write magical things? That's irrational." He said, erasing another unnecessary sentence from the paper and replacing it with a more realistic one. "Because I really can." The girl answered confidently.

Tsukishima blew away the eraser's residue from the paper and opened the library book they borrowed. "So I'm actually doing school work with a fortuneteller fairy?" He sarcastically remarked, as he flipped the pages of the book, looking for something to use as basis so he could fix the essay. Mashumaro leaned over as Tsukishima looked up. Their faces were only inches apart, and Mashumaro jumped aback when she realized it. "That was a human's reaction. If you're really a fairy, you'd fly." Tsukishima watched the girl fan herself to remove the heat off of her face. "I can fly, you know!" She insisted. "I flew off a bridge once."

Flipping the paper over to check the back side, Tsukishima snickered at her answer. He was about to say something else to rile her up, but she had already opened her mouth first. "I flew because I chased a ball while playing volleyball." She claimed. Tsukishima narrowed his eyes at her. "You play volleyball?" He asked her.

The girl's smile was immediately rubbed off her face. "No, but I used to watch Akiteru-san play."

There it is. He heard his brother's name again. He really didn't want to, but if it involved his family, he knew he had to. "What sort of relationship do you have with Akiteru?" He tried to be subtle about it, so as to not startle the girl into finding out the truth that she has been talking to Akiteru's brother the whole time. "He was the person I wanted to change the future for." She answered, not censoring her words.

Silence. There was nothing but silence as Tsukishima remembered the memories of seeing his brother on the bleachers. His eyebrows furrowed and he accidentally dropped the pencil he was holding. "He was a good player, too. And he worked hard. But he never got to pl—"

"I know that, now shut up." Tsukishima cut her off before she could say something insensitive. Not that he'd blame her, anyway. She didn't even know that the guy she was idolizing on was actually his brother. "Let's go pass this." He stood up and picked up his things.

Blank.

"… So, um…" Sugawara looked at Azumane who looked at Daichi who looked at Ennoshita who looked at Takeda who looked at Ukai who finally walked toward the visitor. "Woaaah, cool! We have a mascot to cheer us on!" Nishinoya reacted, jumping up and down, examining the mascot. "Wait, Noya-san! What if that mascot is actually a stalker of Kiyoko-san?" The bald guy, Tanaka cracked his knuckles. "Ah! Right! You! Who are you!?" Nishinoya jumped backward defensively, readying a fighting stance. Hinata's eyes were actually sparkling in amazement. "I didn't know Karasuno had a mascot!"

Ukai leaned his head closer to the mascot. It squeaked and flinched at the coach's invasion of personal space. Hirari, who was inside the mascot yet again, was still scared even though she self-assuredly went to the gym wearing the costume, scaring off the students along the way. "Crows squeak?" Kazuhito commented. "I say we take the head off to reveal its identity!" Both Nishinoya and Tanaka jumped at the mascot, accidentally making the person inside cry. Luckily, before they even reach it, Daichi had already implanted his hand mark on their faces. "You guys! That's just rude!" Sugawara scolded.

"Can he stay and watch? Can he? Please? Mascots are made for cheering, right?" Hinata excitedly suggested, still overwhelmed by the fact that Karasuno had a mascot. Ukai rubbed the back of his head and finally gave in. "Well, as long as our visitor doesn't disrupt practice, I guess it's fine." He then blew his whistle. "Continue with the practice!"

"Yes, sir!"

Ukai watched the players scramble on court. That's when he noticed that Kageyama was nowhere to be found. "Where's Kageyama?" He asked the club manager, Shimizu. The bespectacled girl shrugged her shoulders in a feminine fashion. At that coincidental moment, Kageyama finally entered the gym. "Hey! Where have you been!? It's weird for you to be late!" Hinata was the first to see him and immediately gave him a wild greeting. "Ha!? I just went to the restroom, you du—" Kageyama wasn't able to finish his sentence when his leg accidentally bumped into something. He looked down and saw a giant crow sitting on the gym floor. His hand accidentally crushed the water bottle he was holding. "Hey! Kageyama! Where's the 'dumbass' part? You're not Kageyama if you don't say that part!" Hinata sniggered, and since Yamaguchi did not have Tsukishima with him at the moment, he sniggered along with Hinata, too.

Kageyama twitched his eyes. Either he was hallucinating or everyone else was completely ignoring the giant crow right by his feet. He wanted so badly to ask if starting now, he'd walk by the gym door everyday, and lying beside the entrance of his second home would be the giant black thing. Suddenly, the crow moved and seemed to face him. Then it flinched and squeaked. He stepped backward in surprise and looked at Hinata with a 'wtf' expression.

Hinata tilted his head with a big smile on his face. Kageyama did the same, but his version had narrowed eyes, a frown, and it was more awkward since it was robotic. "Oi, are you holding back out of courtesy? Are you sick?" Hinata asked. Kageyama only tilted his head further. "Kageyama! Get on the court! What are you two nutheads doing!?" Daichi scolded. Kageyama's attention turned to Ukai, awaiting the coach's orders. "Go warm up, Kageyama. Let me know if something's bothering you during the warm-up. I can ask someone to assist you." Ukai commanded.

Kageyama's mouth was now hung agape. Are they really ignoring the weird thing by the doorway or do they need him to spit out what's bothering him?

He opened his mouth, about to complain about something. "… Yes, coach!" Was the only thing that came out of his mouth.