By the time Suga found his teammates in the stands, Kitsuna had already picked her bento box clean, and the remainder of Tsukishima's once he went turtle mode for a nap. Kitsuna slid her arms out of her jacket, letting it drape over her back as she pulled her knees up and rested her chin on them. If she knew he was there, she didn't even spare Suga a second glance. Her eyes were straight forward, and she only grunted softly as Yamaguchi babbled at her excitedly. Suga took the seat to her right and picked at his food, guarding it out of habit from any sneaky chopsticks or fingers. They never came, however, with Kitsuna falling asleep all curled up like that in her seat. It was rude to put her feet up like that, but in a way she was being considerate to an extreme by staying all tucked up and out of the way.
"Looks like she finally passed out," Yamaguchi spoke over her head of frizzed out hair to Suga. The two shared a little laugh about that, with Yamaguchi smiling just a little too hard at his senior. It did manage to calm his raging pulse and tightened muscles, even if the approach itself was awkward. Suga finished his food and slid the lid over the box, placing it on top of the cooler in the seat beside him. Yamaguchi fidgeted more than usual, stealing glances at Suga and sometimes starting like he had something to say but lost it in the moment.
"Hey," Sugawara started to call his junior out when Kitsuna shivered in her sleep and let out a tiny, wordless, complaint. Yamaguchi flinched, more noticeably than Suga did. The third year laughed quietly at that and pulled his own jacket off, draping it around Kitsuna's legs and shoulders with some help from Yamaguchi on the other side. The girl mumbled again and stirred, but her face relaxed a little more as she warmed up under the little personal tent.
"I'm not really as good at that as you," Yamaguchi finally spoke up. Softly enough not to wake the girl between them, but loudly enough that Suga could hear him clearly.
"As good at what?," Suga asked. He had an idea of the implied meaning but wanted to be sure there wasn't a misunderstanding. That would destroy the thin barrier he had put up for the day and he would be needing his jacket back to keep his hands from freezing off.
"Um! I-I mean, uh. Like, everyone sorta looks out for everyone else on the team in their own way. But she does that a lot harder than a lot of us notice most of the time, I think," Yamaguchi pointed something out that should have been pretty obvious for the one who was prided on observing his teammates and understanding them on a deep level. Suga was surprised, and that threw Yamaguchi off his game a little more. The freckled boy was determined to give it a good fight though.
"I don't think it's bad though! That the others don't point it out or pay attention to it. If we all acted like Daichi does I think she would hate it, but," he shared yet another fairly obvious point. Again, Suga was aware of that and agreed with it but was taken somewhat off guard. He wasn't able to figure out where this was supposed to be going either.
"I guess you've gotten pretty close, huh?," Suga tried for a teasing angle.
"N-no! I mean. I guess we're good friends, but," Yamaguchi's face flushed a little and he was a little strong on his denial. Two things that didn't go unnoticed by the ever-observant senior. Yamaguchi patted his cheeks and took a deep breath to recenter himself after that surprisingly effective attack.
"Sorry, my bad. I didn't mean anything by it," Suga beamed brightly at Yamaguchi. He smiled, but something somewhere else felt sore. Like a bitterly cold stab that lingered around after the initial jab. It caused his brow to tense up, and the constantly nervous pinch server definitely picked up on that. Yamaguchi smiled nervously back, waving it off, and looked more toward the court.
"What I was trying to say, it's..She always looks so relaxed around you. Around everyone, but sometimes it's like she's more closed off? No, tense?," Yamaguchi thought hard but shook his head. That wasn't the important part here. Suga laughed at the obvious internal battle that took place just then.
"I really don't know how to put it, sorry. But like, I guess, you always kinda look out for her the same way she does for the rest of us. Without setting her off the way Daich or Yachi would, or me. It took me a while to get her to sleep, but I feel like I was just way more boring than anything."
"Hm," Suga wasn't really sure what to say now. Or if he was meant to say anything, instead just there to provide an ear for Yamaguchi's observations. Both boys turned their attention to the triple court below and tried to keep occupied with the battles happening there while their own thoughts waged war in their heads. Similar, but separate and differing at certain key points.
After about an hour Kitsuna woke up slowly. She kept her eyes closed until she was fully booted back up, debating going for a second round of napping. The first thing that got her attention when waking was that her legs weren't cold at all. Instead warmly wrapped up by more black cloth, the white embroidery on the back panel somewhat faded and tinged a warm tone from age and wear. She didn't do that with hers, and that one was still wrapped around her from behind. This one smelled different from hers as well. A hint of warm leather, likely from a certain bag strap. A hint of sweat and other stuff, one of the unfortunate things that came with tournaments and practice. And by the collar, which stuck up around her face in front, the tiniest hint of lingering cigarette smoke. That final detail told her everything she needed to know of her situation, leading to her keeping still instead of stretching out like her legs so badly needed.