The training camp ended just like that, with everyone dealing with their own strengths and weaknesses. Kitsuna recovered pretty quickly from whatever her issue was, with some help from a few of the more easily flustered boys and the Nekoma setter. She got really interested in whatever game he had on his phone, and ended up leaning on him to get a better look. His reactions were the opposite of Hinata's in volume and extremity, but that made them all the more important for some. He flubbed the fight in the game, and his face was somewhat flushed when his team's captain teased him about it.

"Alright, let's get home and get some rest. You worked hard this week," Keishin said as they unloaded the bus. Takeda turned to address them, and there were dark circles under his eyes.

"Oh, there's an inspection in the gym tomorrow so we can't use it. No practice. It's been a while since you had an off day so enjoy it," he said with a tired smile.

That was the last thing that registered for two of the team members. The next was the somewhat confused greeting from Sugawara's mom, who opened the door to not one but two exhausted teens. That snapped them back awake, if only for a moment, and they looked at each other with the same empty stare.

"Eh? Why'd you follow me home?!," Suga asked loudly.

"Eh?! I zoned out, wait why're you so loud!," Kitsuna revved up quickly which made Suga's mom laugh a little.

"Sorry, I'll head home," Kitsuna turned to leave on her own with a slight bow. Suga grabbed her shirt collar, on reflex mostly.

"Daichi'll kill me if he knows I let you wander around half-dead and by yourself," Suga retorted through a hefty yawn. The two bickered for a few more minutes, but quickly lost the plot and just grumbled and groaned like a pair of zombies. Having had enough fun with that, his mom finally got their attention again.

"Kitsuna, honey, it's late. Why not crash here for tonight? You can go to practice with Suga in the morning," she offered. Both of them started to protest, but were dragged inside and the door slammed to block their exit.

"Here, let me handle the laundry you've brought," his mom effortlessly scooped up the bags from their shoulders and ushered them further inside.

"Suga, go get an extra blanket and pillow. Ah, a spare set of clothes too," she ordered her son around, and he grumbled but did as told. By the time he handed off the extra bedding and his mother went to deliver it, Kitsuna was passed out face down on the couch. Suga's mom gently woke the girl up, handing her the clothes and instructing her to get changed so her uniform could be washed too. It would be better if they both showered, but they were way past their limits already.

"Eh?! Girl, the bathroom! Bathroom!," the older woman was shocked at how unabashed the girl was, stripping down right there and pulling the borrowed shirt on. She then slid the tank top off from under the tent created by the extra room inside the shirt, and handed it over. She did the same with the shorts provided, then looked around for a hamper of some kind.

"Here," Suga's mom took the clothes from her and pushed her back onto the couch, tucking her under the blanket. Then it was time to start the laundry and retire for the night herself. It sure was fun to tease her eldest about the strange girl he brought home, but she was seriously starting to wonder where things were going down the road.

Morning came with Suga's mom waking up late, to her alarm blaring loudly. She rushed up to get started, and found the other two still dead asleep. Suga mumbled about no practice today, so she let them go for a while longer and enjoyed a nice cup of coffee before breakfast prep. A while later, there was a loud thud in the living room.

"Eh?!"

Sugawara apparently woke up first, and got to the living room before anyone else at that sound. His mom had heard that she moved in her sleep and assumed it was fine, but that shout made her worry so she went to check. The scene before her was far more hilarious than it was concerning though.

"What're you doing on the floor! Wait, why're you even here?! Did you seriously fall asleep there?"

"Noisy," the girl mumbled. She hadn't opened her eyes yet, and moved to sit up but hit her head on the coffee table hard. She cursed loudly, in english no less, and held a hand to the forming bruise on her forehead while using the other to pull herself up. She looked around, dazed, and not just from the head injury. Suga had mentioned this part, too. Where she would be completely braindead when waking up and took a while to boot up. The older woman burst out laughing, alerting the two that she was there. Suga shot her a nasty glare, but the girl just looked around for the source.

"Eh? Suga?," Kitsuna squinted up at what looked like her teammate. She woke up feeling weird, somewhat hot under the thicker blanket. After ramming her head into a table, she was faced with an unfamiliar ceiling and started to panic a little bit.

"Oh! Sorry," Suga dropped his earlier outburst and looked around for something. He found a pair of glasses on the table and handed them over as the girl stood up from her spot on the floor. The blanket fell down, and so did a pair of shorts that got tangled up in it. Everyone froze in place, except the girl who was painfully oblivious as she leaned down to pick the stuff up. Suga's mom breathed a sigh of relief, spotting a pair of boxers from under the shirt at least.

"Pants! Kitsuna! Where're your pants?!," Suga's face went beet red, and the girl just looked up at him while cocking her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"Got hot," she yawned, sloppily folding up the blanket and draping it over the back of the couch. She did the same with her shorts, then caught a whiff of whatever was going on in the kitchen. Her body appeared to follow her nose, and she lazily greeted Suga's mom who directed her to sit at the table.

"Hey! Quit actin' like you live here or something," Suga scolded her again, but his mom's look quieted him down for now. She slid a cup of coffee in front of Kitsuna, and the girl's eyes lit up almost instantly. After she sipped it for a while, her brain finally caught up with her body.

"Eh. When did I get here?," she looked around as if to confirm what her eyes were telling her. Suga laughed a little at that, having been too tired to pay attention last night as well.

"I don't really remember well because I was tired, but I guess we came here first instead of you going home?," he answered her question with an admission of his own.

"Ehhh?! Where'd my uniform go? And my stuff?," she pulled the shirt forward to get a better look, and it was like if you squinted you could see more and more question marks appearing around her head. Her face went suddenly bright red, and she whipped her face toward Suga who looked away just as quickly.

"Hey," she started with a dangerous tone. Suga came prepared and produced the shorts she wore last night from seemingly thin air. She snatched them up, the chair skidding back as she slid them on and sat back down. There was an intensely awkward air hanging over the table as Mrs. Sugawara slid the plates of food in front of the two.

"You didn't see, did you?," Kitsuna whispered with a pout. Suga physically flinched, but denied it hard.

"Nope! Nothing," he lied.

"Really?," Kitsuna pressed harder.

"Food'll go cold," Suga's mom warned. That broke up the tension somewhat and the two started eating. Suga guarded his plate, but the girl didn't try to steal anything today.

"Oh, go shower before you head out today. I'll get your uniforms out of the laundry," Mrs. Sugawara collected Kitsuna's empty plate and gave her orders. Kitsuna followed her to the washer, then into the bathroom. The two highschoolers got ready to head out, still somewhat early. They were stretching by the door when the youngest of the Sugawara family woke up and started moving.