"Hey, Hinata. You in here?," Kitsuna poked her head into the Nekoma boys' room, spotting the ginger sitting with another smaller boy who had bleached hair with roots grown out.

"Huh? Oh, what's up?," Hinata looked up but didn't move from his spot. The other boy's piercing gaze landed on her for just a second, then he looked back at the handheld game he was holding.

"Oh, hey, what's that?," Kitsuna wandered over, leaning over the pair and staring at the screen. Kitsuna rested her arm on Hinata's head, and the boy shook for a minute or two.

"Hey, we're back with snackage," Kuro announced his entrance, holding up a convenience store bag that was packed to bursting.

"Oh? What's this?," he grinned at the three huddled around the tiny screen. He smelled a special opportunity here, and sauntered over.

"Woah there, you're gonna kill the little guy," Kuro pointed at Hinata, who was beet red and close to collapse. Kitsuna looked down at his face, from above, and her hair tickled the ginger's nose.

"Oh, sorry. She swatted his back to bring him back, and moved more behind the blonde boy so she was seated between the boys' shoulders. Her eyes darted to the bag, with a dangerous look in them, and Kuro found his mark.

"Want one?," he produced a melon bread bun, and stifled a laugh at the girl's face. She was nearly drooling over it, and it was almost as amusing as Kenma's shifty glances and fidgeting.

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"I'll be back," Daichi hissed. It was well past midnight, and two of his team members were still missing. There was laughter down the hall, and loud conversation as he entered the room with a somewhat polite greeting. There, in the middle of the room, the two redheads were stuffing their faces and chatting it up with the Nekoma team captain and setter. Kitsuna held some type of gaming system, and was demonstrating something for the smaller boy. Daichi walked over, and Kuro felt a chill behind him. He turned around, and tapped on his friend's shoulder.

"Huh? What is it, Kur-oh," Kenma looked over finally, and spotted the glowering Karasuno captain. Kitsuna and Hinata looked at the faces of the other two, then up at Daichi.

"Sorry!," they both jumped up and bowed hard, in perfect sync. Kitsuna dodged Daichi's swipes, but Hinata wasn't as lucky and was dragged out. They returned to their own room, finding half the boys already asleep or settled in. Daichi ordered lights out, and Kitsuna retreated to the one remaining futon. After a light snore came out from the opposite side, Suga tapped her shoulder with a pen.

"Sorry, you still up?," he whispered. Kitsuna pulled out her earbuds and tucked them into the case, rolling over so they were side by side.

"What's up?," she asked, sliding her glasses on.

"I wanted to talk about the signals, and how we can make them work for Kageyama too," he answered. He pulled out a notebook, and his phone for light, and flipped to a page filled with diagrams and notes.

"Hm? Is that music stuff?," Kitsuna leaned in closer, squinting at the margins. There was a bunch of stuff about music tempos, and some points marked between that and the signals for the tempo attacks.

"Yeah. I didn't know a lot about music, so I was looking it up to see what made Coach Ukai suggest it," Suga glanced to the side, but she didn't notice at all. Instead, she pulled out her phone to pull something up, and tapped his hand to ask for the pen.

"Here. This makes sense to me, but it might confuse the meathead," she made a jab at Kageyama. It wasn't wrong, but Suga still felt a little bad for the guy. Kitsuna first wrote the names of the three songs, and something stood out to Suga with them.

"Are those in english?," he asked.

"Oh. Yeah. I like to listen to a bunch of stuff. This one isn't, but the title is," she pointed at the third one.

"Okay. Hey, mind if I listen to them real quick?," Suga asked, and she reached for her earbuds and phone. She handed them over, but froze up with her thumb hovering over the play button.

"Um," Suga glanced at her, and reflexively backed up when he saw how red her face was.

"Sorry. Uh, they can be a little intense is all. Let me know if it's too loud," she started the first one, and passed the phone to him so she could make some other notes. She flipped the page, redrawing the diagrams and hand signals. Suga finished listening for now, and replaced the headphones in their case. Intense was putting it lightly for what he just heard, with those strong words and loud guitars.

"Hm?," Kitsuna glanced at him when she heard the case click closed, and pushed the notebook back to Suga. It was obvious his gears were turning, and she wanted to see what he came up with. She fidgeted beside him, both excited and worried that her music had completely put him off.

"Huh? Sorry, that was sure something. But it definitely gets your blood pumping," he gave a fairly safe comment, and swore he heard Kitsuna breathe a sigh of relief but decided to launch into an explanation instead of commenting on it. He got through barely two sentences before Kitsuna was dozing off again.

"Uh, was that too much?," he said his thoughts out loud. Kitsuna snapped back to attention, shaking her head. It set some of her hair loose from the messy braid, and it curled around her glasses.

"Sorry. You're good," she waved a hand in front of her face, trying to hide a goofy smile. Suga raised a brow, but she didn't elaborate so he continued his explanation. She rested her head on her other arm, toying with her hair while he talked with the hand that arced around from behind.

"And then-uh?," Suga looked back over and sure enough the light snoring he heard was from her. He studied her face for a minute, and how she hardly moved with her light breathing as she slept. She really looked peaceful, but not in the same way as when she was with the others. Her eyelashes weren't very long, but they were dark and pretty against her tanned skin. Suga just noticed the light freckles that dotted her nose, and were cut off by that scar. He smiled, and reached over her to pull her blanket back over her shoulders.

"You're on a roll with that," Ennoshita teased. Suga flinched, not aware that anyone was still awake. He returned to his own futon and stacked up the notebook and other items, glasses, pen, phones.

The next morning, the other boys snickered. Suga was free from being a makeshift body pillow this time, but was without a blanket. The thief was rolled up between his futon and hers. She sat up and reached for her glasses, and spent a good few minutes feeling around for them before Suga woke up and handed them over.