"Hey, we got morning practice, then a buncha practice games after lunch," Keishin poked his head into the room, and the two all-nighters rose like the dead and trudged to the kitchen for breakfast. Suga recovered somewhat quicker than Kitsuna, who only perked up with a surprise coffee delivery from Kiyoko. Keishin and Takeda kept stealing glances at the end of the lineup, but nobody breathed a word of what happened to them so they just continued on with practice. Warm ups went relatively smoothly, but Kitsuna fizzled out just before lunch again.

"Yo, what's up with that one?," Kuro, of the Nekoma team, pointed at Kitsuna. She was sitting in the corner and looked half dead while she ate. Anyone that got too close got a nasty side eye, so they were all steering clear.

"Sorry about her, she's just tired," Asahi tried to apologize for her. He almost screamed when she walked up behind him and tugged his sleeve, since him and the Nekoma guys were blocking her path.

"Hey, Kitsuna! You want what's left over here?," Tadashi held up Tsukishima's picked-through plate. Kitsuna squinted over at him, then headed over and thanked him with a quick nod before clearing the plate.

"Heh, what was that?," a member of another team snickered. He had short spiky hair and sharp eyes.

They headed back to the gym, doing a shorter round of warmups and putting on the practice jerseys. Kitsuna waited on the side, eyes fixed forward and face scrunched up. It was working wonders for the nerves of the Karasuno members, and not in a good way. They lost the first game to Fukurodani, earning a penalty. Coach led the team out the back door of the gym, and there was a steep wall of green before them.

"Right. The penalty for here is a nice refreshing uphill sprint," Keishin declared proudly. Kitsuna and Suga, but mainly the first one, swiveled their heads around and grumbled.

"Seriously, what's with you two? Alright, line up. Chop, chop!"

They did as they were told, and took off on Keishin's mark. Kitsuna slipped on the grass though and let herself slide down a little bit. She made zero attempt to get back up until after everyone made the return run. They filtered back into the gym, but Keishin stopped Kitsuna for a quick word.

"What," she tried to sound less irritated, but failed.

"Why're you glarin' at everything today?"

"Huh?," her face finally relaxed, and she stared slack-jawed at him.

"Wait. Are you wearin' contacts? Where're your glasses?," Keishini leaned in for a closer look, and sure enough she wasn't wearing any corrective eye gear.

"Didn't want them to get broken?," she pouted, knowing that wasn't the reason at all.

"Go get your damn glasses, that's what insurance if for!," Keishin sent her off, giving one final command to make it quick.

She ran up to the room, or jogged. She took a few minutes to find them, forgetting where her stuff was entirely. She made it back and got an earful from her coach for being late, setting her into another fit on the sidelines. Things were getting tough, so she was switched in as a pinch server in an attempt to relieve some of her apparent frustration. She took a breath to stop her rambling, and looked straight ahead, marking her target. Then the whistle blew, she took a running start and leapt into the air, tossing the ball. Then she swung her arm with all the force she could manage, launching the ball at mach speeds across the net.

"Shit."

It was low, and should have been an easy receive. But all members of the opposing team moved away instead, and it landed just on the court line. It ricocheted up, slamming the wall, and bouncing back with almost concussive force. A referee took a moment to deliberate, then called it. Out.

"My bad," she apologized meekly when she swapped back out. Her teammates all looked at her with dropped jaws.

"What?!," she asked when she took her place with the others.

"Again. Not out to actually kill them," Ennoshita explained. Kitsuna's face went somewhat red, but she refrained from punching him. Just barely.

"Wow, that was some force," Suga whacked her shoulder, trying to keep the mood light and make sure she didn't beat herself up over it.

"Doesn't matter if I don't hit where I'm supposed to," she pouted, rolling her shoulder to loosen it back up. Whatever happened, she was less irritated than before. That is, until they received another penalty for a lost set.

"Kitsuna," Kiyoko approached her before the sprint. Kitsuna paused and looked back at her, tilting her head slightly.

"What's up?," she asked, pointing at herself to confirm that was who Kiyoko wanted.

"Um. If you want, tonight," the manager fidgeted, finding her confidence. "You can come to my place instead of staying with them."

"Hm?," Kitsuna felt several pairs of eyes on her just then, with a range of different intentions.

"I mean, if you want to."

"Uh. Sure? I'll talk to Keishin about it-"

"I already did," Kiyoko waved and disappeared back into the gym. Kitsuna turned around, ready to tackle the sprint with renewed vigor. She finally addressed the glares from Noya and Tanaka once they lined up again.

"Hm? Worried about somethin'?," she grinned evilly at them, and they started to pout.

"Or are you jellin'? Sorry, guess that's what you get for bein' born dudes," she spoke so only a few could hear, and ticked the other two off. Once the match started, she made faces every time they stole glances her way.

"Hey, quit! You're gonna piss Daichi off," Suga warned with a chop. It wasn't hard, but enough to make her glasses slip a little on her nose.

"Oh come on, you know it's funny," she pouted, but relented her attack for now. That said, her energy fizzled out again pretty quick and she had to sit on the bench for the last few rallies. She was dismissed early, along with Kiyoko, so they could head over to her place. It was quite a walk, but they made it just after dark.