Sunday arrived, the date planned through text between Daichi and the others. The three boys met up at the store, to get their snacks and some drinks. Keishin was unusually quiet, nursing a hangover from the night before. He barely registered the three in the store as they taunted the tallest of the bunch. Then they all headed down the street, Asahi growing somewhat confused when they marched down past Sugawara's house and stopped at another door.
"Hey, is this really alright? We won't be buggin' her while she's tryin' to study?," Asahi started freaking out at the door. Daichi knocked, but there was no answer.
"Hey, Asahi! Quit wimpin' out, just 'cause it's a girl's house," Suga snapped at his friend in an uncharacteristically shrill tone. Daichi knocked again, getting no response, and pulled out the keys to unlock the door. He opened it up, startling the other two, and they all stepped inside. They removed their shoes and headed down the short hallway to the living room, curiosity getting the better of the other two.
"I knew it," Daichi stopped in front of the couch. There was some sort of game on the tv, paused, and following the cord for the controller Suga and Asahi found it on the couch. In front of Daichi. Along with the player of said game, still asleep and in their night clothes. Or what could be called that. More like night-lack-of-clothes, with a large unzipped hoodie and a pair of what was obviously boxers that rolled up around Kitsuna's legs. Asahi and Suga floundered, while Daichi snapped.
"Wake up, ya little shit! If you're just gonna nap then go to your room. Shouldn't be stayin' up all night playing games, either," he slipped back into mamabear mode, snapping the other two out of their flushed states somewhat.
"Hey, dude," Suga butted in. He froze when the girl on the couch stirred, groaning lightly at her rude awakening.
"Mn. Daichi? Piss off, lemme get a few more minutes. Not my damn mom," she sat up while clapping back at him, rubbing her eyes. Her hoodie, and a strap of the tank top she wore under it, hung off one shoulder.
"Sure ain't. But that don't excuse the ashtray and empty can there on the table, does it?," he pointed. Kitsuna looked up at him finally, with a terrifying rage in her eyes.
"You know damn well I ain't drinkin'," she growled. Daichi finally broke at that, losing his thunder in an instant.
"Sorry, I went too far," he apologized suddenly, earning a grunt from her as she pushed him aside and grabbed the incriminating items from the table. Daichi apologized again, offering to clear it, but she suddenly froze up.
"Wait. If you're here," she looked up at the other two, who looked away and pretended to be distracted by other stuff. Their cheeks were red, or she thought so but it was hard to tell. Nonetheless, she let out a horrified shriek and rushed into a room just off the living room, slamming the door shut. Daichi turned toward them, his face completely flat, and pointed at the door.
"The hell was that?," he asked, not as a joke either. Suga and Asahi's heads snapped around, staring at him incredulously.
"Oh NOW you're embarrassed?! Shit," he facepalmed hard. "Sorry, I'll try to deal with this. Go ahead and get started."
So he said, but that left an incredibly awkward mood in the room. Suga and Asahi sat their stuff down, clearing off the table and couch. They found a pair of glasses on the cushions and put them on the table. They occasionally stole glances back at the other boy, who was practically pleading with the girl on the other side.
"Come on, it's fine. Nobody saw anything. Why're you embarrassed about this now, all of sudden?," Daichi was obviously starting to get irritated now.
"Shut up asshole! I am still a girl!"
The voice on the other side of the door was almost dangerously close to tears. The words made Daichi flinch, hitting a soft spot. He sighed, relieving the built up tension in his shoulders, and tried another approach.
"If you come back out, I'll buy you something for dinner," he muttered.
"Surely that won't work?," Asahi whispered to Suga.
"No, it might," Suga sighed.
"Really?"
Just then, the door opened just a little bit. Daichi sighed again, and Suga barely held in a laugh while Asahi just stared in disbelief.
"Promise they didn't see?," she asked, and the other two caught a single golden glint from the crack between the door and the frame. Just under Daichi's slumped arm. He turned back and gave the other two an almost pleading look, and they shook their heads to indicate that they definitely did not see anything. It was obviously a lie, but it was good enough apparently. The door slammed shut again, then opened just as fast and a somewhat more dressed Kitsuna entered the room. She took care of the full ashtray and leftover beer can, dumping both in the trash and tossing the tray in the sink. She returned to the living room, to the couch, and looked around somewhat confused.
"Ah!," she spotted the glasses on the table, and startled the boys by reaching over them to retrieve them. She didn't seem fazed by that reaction, and instead got distracted by something else.
"Hey, isn't that one supposed to be different?," she pointed at the worksheet in front of Suga. A math worksheet, though there wasn't any reason she should have been able to spot the mistake in his work.
"Huh? I was stuck on it, but do you know where I messed up?," he was too surprised to get angry this time. She plopped down on the floor beside him, scooping up the paper and studying it while stuffing her face with a stolen meat bun.
"Mm," she swallowed hard, then tried again. She put the paper down and looked for a pencil, with Asahi handing her one first. She pulled over his open notebook, glancing at him and receiving a nod. Then she quickly scribbled down the problem and worked through it herself, arriving at a different answer than Suga did.
"Okay, here. This step, you're supposed to do this part first, yeah?," she looked at him for confirmation, oblivious to the impressed stares of both of the other boys. Daichi beamed a little smugly at that, like a proud father.
"Huh, you're right. Guess I over thought it, thanks," Suga added that to his notes and got back to the worksheet, occasionally checking with her for some of the tougher problems.
"Wait, you're a first year right?," Asahi finally spoke up. Suga laughed at his absurd reaction, while Kitsuna looked between the two with raised brows.
"Yeah, why?," she asked back.
"Well, that's definitely not something we learned our first year," Asahi commented. Kitsuna's face jolted, but she recovered quickly. Mostly.
"Oh. Um, I used to hang out with the neighborhood association team. They'd sometimes have books laying around and I'd go through them?," she tried that explanation, but it left even more questions.
"Eh? Wouldn't those be like, college level stuff?," Suga chimed in with questions now, unable to ignore that remark. Kitsuna floundered under the interrogation, and Daichi felt he had to step in after enjoying the back and forth for a while.
"She's always been pretty good with her grades and stuff. She'd miss a lot of school, and had to self-study to keep up. Always got ahead that way, though," he boasted.
"Huh?," Suga and Asahi asked in unison. Both because of that explanation that was full of holes, and the way Daichi looked almost proud of her.
"Yeah, I scored really high on the entrance exams for Karasuno too. They wanted to put me in with the second years," she retorted, then realized her mistake as all heads whipped around to look at her again.
"Eh?"
"U-uh! Well I didn't want it to be any weirder, since I started in the second term too. And Keishin said no, probably worried about me getting the full high school experience or some dumb shit," she trailed off at the last part, snapping up a bag of chips.
"Hey! Those're mine," Suga snapped, breaking the tension hanging over the table. Kitsuna stopped with a handful of chips in her mouth, then stuck her tongue out in a childish taunt. Her and Suga bickered for a minute, until Suga made another observation that caught her in her tracks.
"Wait, you wear glasses?"
"Yeah, that's been buggin' me," Daichi added.
"My eyesight's always been bad, why're you surprised-oh wait. I mostly wear contacts, and didn't wear them in middle school I guess," she thought aloud, then brushed it off.
"That explains it then," the three boys spoke in sync, getting her attention again.
"Huh? Explains what?"
"That goofy entrance at the start of the term," Daichi teased. Her ears reddened, and the blush spread over her freckled nose too.
"Sh-shut up!," she shouted back, losing any composure she managed to regain after earlier.