Kitsuna wolfed down her breakfast, and during warmups was glaring hard straight ahead. Her face was scary, but she wasn't picking fights or anything and was handling practice pretty well. She practiced spikes with Kageyama's setting, landing most with impressive precision. Keishin called a break, wanting to do a practice match before lunch. Kitsuna was on the side with Sugawara as setter, and she was nervous about playing the whole match instead of subbing out like before.

The game was a close back and forth, but the Kageyama and Hinata pair was gaining momentum. Suga started to panic, and sent a set that was slightly off for Kitsuna's left-handed swing.

"Shit, my ba-?," he started to apologize, but she smacked it down with her right hand and smashed past Tsukishima's block. It hit the ground with concussive force, but unfortunately was out. She landed down, shaking her wrist and glaring down at her hand.

"Sorry, that one was off," Suga apologized again when they switched sides.

"Hm? Well, you're used to setting for Asahi and the others, so makes sense," Kitsuna patted his back. She shook her head, chasing away some sort of lingering frustration, and huddled up before the second set started.

"Wait, I thought you were left-handed?," Ennoshita finally said what was on the others' minds.

"Huh? Oh. Not originally, no, but I had to switch it a while back," Kitsuna gave an answer that left more questions, and a glance from Daichi during his group's huddle. He must have overheard them, and was seeing how Kitsuna handled it.

"That explains the handwriting," Suga teased, earning a glare.

"Yeah, well let's see how well you write after a broken wrist," she hissed.

"Uh?," Sugawara was terrified at that, and the other boys stood between him and Kitsuna.

"You shouldn't make threats like that," Yamaguchi sputtered out.

"Yeah, from you it sounds real," Kinoshita chimed in.

"Eh? Wasn't-ooohhh. Sorry. I meant that's why I had to switch before. Broke my wrist and collar bone, and couldn't write with this hand for a long time," she flexed her fingers in front of them, wrist still sore from earlier.

"Anyway," Ennoshita tried to get things back on track before they were out of time.

"That was some power," Suga noted. He was thinking again, and the others waited for him to share his thoughts.

"Would be great if we could use that. It's at least as powerful as Asahi's hits," he explained.

"Sorry," Kitsuna tugged at her hair, fidgeting. "It's got strength, but I don't have a lot of accuracy with this arm."

"Hm, right," Suga reconsidered with the previously broken bones, wondering if she lost some range of motion then. It's true that her movements on that side tended to be more stiff.

"Let's stick to what we know for now," Ennoshita suggested. He would let Sugawara mull that over later, for now they had a match to finish up.

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"Man," Kitsuna groaned. Their side ended up losing, and she was beat. She sat on the floor, sprawled out and wiping her face with her shirt. Something cold touched her neck, and she yelped. Looking up, she spotted Suga snickering at her from behind.

"Rude ass," Kitsuna swiped the water bottle and chugged it down. Noya joined them, and he was brimming with excitement that neither could quite match.

"Hey, that right-hand swing! I wanna practice with it," he bobbed on his heels, anticipation about to overflow.

"Huh? You mean you wanna hit harder?," Kitsuna asked. With physical exhaustion setting in, she wasn't following entirely. Noya shook his head violently, and her brows arced up in the middle of her forehead.

"I think he wants to try receives with it," Suga explained to her. Noya nodded his head at that, then sprung up and started demonstrating it with extreme embellishment.

"Uh, sure?," Kitsuna agreed to help out.

"Yeah, I wanna try and get mine going like that," Asahi added.

"Hey, chop chop! Lunch time!," Keishin called from the gym door. Asahi helped Kitsuna to her feet, and they walked over to the dining hall. Everyone got a plate of curry and rice, and sat down at the table. After a few rounds, some finished eating and waited for the others. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi sat across from Noya, Hinata, and Kitsuna. The trio who was still stuffing their faces.

"You eat almost as much as those two," Yamaguchi finally commented.

"Yeah, but unlike those two it's actually going somewhere," Tsukishima added. Kitsuna nearly choked, and the third years spat out their water from across the room.

"Hey, Tsuki-dude," Tanaka tried to do damage control.

The blonde raised a brow, when the second-year retreated and started a buddha prayer. There was a light clink as Kitsuna set her plate down, and the spoon neatly next to it. Yamaguchi held up his hands defensively as she slowly stood up and leaned over the table. Right into Tsukishima's face, with her own baring a twisted smile.

"Hm? Just what does that mean, Four-eyes," Kitsuna growled. Her voice was a low rumble, and Tsukishima's eyes widened. It looked like he finally realized his mistake, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Until he opened his mouth again.

"Oh, right. Forgot, but you are a girl. Girls worry about dumb shit like that, huh?," the blonde returned the dark grin, and the air was heavier than ever in the room. There was a moment of silence that dragged on for ages, so quiet it felt like a funeral.

"Um," Kiyoko spoke up, but too late. Kitsuna launched herself over the table and pulled Tsukishima up by his shirt collar.

"You little fucker!," she yelled, ramming her forehead straight into the bridge of his nose. He staggered back, reeling, but didn't back down. She moved to jump from the table, but slipped on the tablecloth and fell forward. She braced for impact, ready to spring back up, but two thick arms caught her across the chest.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!," Daichi shouted at her. Yamaguchi rushed to Tsukishima's side, trying to pull him back.

"And that's exactly why it's so easy to forget. That, and your gorilla spike," Tsukishima drove the final nail in. Kitsuna started to let out a string of explicatives, but Daichi put a hand over her mouth while Asahi stepped in to hold her back.

"Yo, save that energy for the court," Tanaka pushed Tsukishima away.

"Quit. Trying. To fight!," Daichi growled. He was struggling a lot, even with the largest team member's assistance. Tsukishima continued to glare from across the room, sending one final grin as he was pushed around the corner. Kitsuna stopped wriggling for a second, and her two handlers tightened their grip. Daichi knew it wasn't over, she was just raring her engines up again for one final break. Or so he thought. Something sharp, pain, filled his hand from the two middle fingers. His grip loosened, and she broke free. There was blood, dripping from his hand, and Asahi started to flounder.

"Did you just bite me?!," Daichi flew into a rage, and Kitsuna's snarling advance halted. She glanced around the room, then looked back over her shoulder. Sweat beaded up on her face and arms, and some of the others started saying their prayers and condolences. Suga rushed over, pushing her out of the room before Daichi could take a step. Takeda finally stopped panicking and ran to get Keishin, while Kiyoko tended to the bite wound.