The week ended with a three on three match, with all the first years on the court. Kitsuna ended up watching so intensely she forgot to keep score a few times, which Kiyoko scolded her for. Then the older girl disappeared, and Takeda joined for keeping score. The match ended with a strong win for the ginger pair, and a ton of bickering over the net.

"Nice job!," Kitsuna slammed the pair's shoulders, while Tanaka and Suga yawned loudly. Daichi finally admitted to knowing what they were up to, while the two tried to deny it.

"Thanks," Daichi's sincere gratitude hushed that right away. "Right, Shimizu, is it ready?"

"Huh?," everyone else looked toward the door, where Kiyoko stood with a box. She nodded and carried it over to where the group huddled up, cutting it open carefully. It was jackets, marked as the club members, that were handed out to all the first years. Daichi handed a final one over to Kitsuna, who looked at it with a dull expression.

"Huh?," she pointed at herself, tilting her head at the team captain. He returned her bewilderment, while the others looked on with overbearing curiosity.

"Eh? Why're you confused? You're a member of the club aren't you? Had to look over your application yesterday," Daichi broke the silence first, dropping a bombshell that left Kitsuna even more confused.

"Huh? I didn't-wait. You little shit!," Kitsuna locked onto her target, a grey-haired guy who tried to duck and get lost behind the other boys. Daichi followed her gaze, his face going blank when he found the object of her sudden outburst.

"Why'd you assume it was me?," Suga yelled back. He was obviously singled out, and Tadashi and Tsukishima parted ways to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.

"That makes more sense. The handwriting was way too neat," Daichi tossed the jacket over Kitsuna's head, stopping her forward march.

"No one asked you, assweasel," she snapped at him, pulling the jacket off her face and shaking her hair out of the way.

"Okay, I did! That's what you get for stealing my breakfast!," Suga managed to find some confidence during the other exchange, and stuck his tongue out at her with a mischievous grin.

"Come 'ere, you little shit! You shouldn't have agreed to take care of breakfast then!," Kitsuna lunged forward, but Suga dodged her mad grab.

"Quit flirtin'," Daichi snapped at the two. Kitsuna spun around, and Suga landed a firm fist bump into her back.

"Try it on, and let's get back on track," Daichi ordered. Kitsuna's face flushed a little, but she obeyed. The jacket fit well, though it was a little larger, maybe a whole size too big.

"Huh, guess it's a bit big. My bad, we can get it adjusted if you want," Daichi rubbed the back of his head, somewhat annoyed that he got it wrong.

"Hm? Doesn't she like to wear bigger jackets, though," Suga commented, and all eyes turned on him. He clammed up hard, realizing his mistake as Daichi's expression fell. He bowed his head, already saying his prayers for his fallen friend.

"Hah."

Kitsuna took another step toward him, her ears red and eyes narrowed into a murderous scowl. The others watched the reactions from the three long-standing members in silence, gathering to one side.

"Uh. I just, um! Kitsuna, wait-"

"Hm? And how would you know that? I don't usually wear a jacket at school," she took another step with each syllable, inching closer and closer. Suga was dripping with sweat, and retreated all the way back to the net.

"Ah! W-well. There was, um. Outside of school! Uh!," he flubbed hard. The rest of the older club members grinned from behind the advancing beast of a girl, obviously enjoying his march toward his own grave.

"Oh? I can only remember one time I wore a hoodie or jacket around you. Just one! And y'know, you swore you didn't see anything. Are you a dirty little liar, too? Hm?," she was inches from his face now, and he shrank back under her intense aura. His face was burning hot, and that only amplified his panicked state. A hand gripped his shoulder, hard, and he yelped hard. The others laughed behind them, and she leaned in real close.

"So. Which. Is. It. Huh?," her eyes were as dead as Daichi's on one of his particularly bad days. Suga felt like a trapped bird, wings pinned under a hungry cat. The image of her that day flashed in his mind's eye, and his swirling feelings overflowed back into an eerie state of calm.

"I'll…take care of breakfast this week, too," his fighting spirit crumbled to dust, but he had managed to appease her with that.

"Oh? Good boy," she squeezed his shoulder tighter for just a moment, then released him and spun around. He fell to the floor, wheezing and clutching his chest, and finally some of his teammates rushed over to help him up. They rejoined the huddle, and Daichi cleared his throat loudly.

"What was that about?," Tadashi whispered behind Kitsuna. She gave him a look, without a word, and he instinctively raised his hands in a defensive strike.

"Anyway, let's wrap up for the day," Daichi continued. He was interrupted yet again, though, as Takeda burst through the door. He rushed over, with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Sorry! I didn't want to miss you guys. We got a practice match, with Aoba Jousai," Takeda announced. The guys all got super excited, and Kitsuna glanced at Kiyoko for context.

"There's a condition, though," he rattled off the details, but Kitsuna's exhaustion from the day kicked in and she zoned out hard.

"Kitsuna. Hey. Are you listening?"

Someone elbowed her in the ribs, snapping her back to reality. She reflexively slapped the back of the culprit's head, then glanced around the room. Takeda was giving her a sad sort of smile.

"Sorry, what?," she karate-chopped Suga's head again when a round of snickering spread at that.

"I'm headed to the store again tomorrow, so you don't need to walk home. Make sure to ask if you can make it to the practice game," Takeda joined in the quiet laughter and dismissed himself.

"Go ahead and get change, but stick around for a bit. I'm getting snacks for the team," Daichi dismissed her first. She bounded out of the gym, seemingly forgetting the earlier incident.

"She's like a dog," Hinata said carelessly. No one denied it, but that wasn't the most tactful thing to say.