She finally opened her eyes slowly, and glanced toward her left where she felt a lingering gaze. Yamaguchi was caught studying her features, and was immediately flustered. Kistuna smiled sweetly at him, though he was only able to tell from how her cheeks rose up under her eyes. Then she turned her gaze down to the courts and Yamaguchi did the same. She tried to focus on the matches, but her contacts had dried out so it was hard to make anything important out from that far. She hushed a yawn and found her eyes wandering to her right. She wasn't really surprised that he was there, she had plenty of time to figure that out from the jacket so carefully covering her up. But her eyes did widen a little, opening fully as she turned her face slightly around to get a better look.

Sugawara was focused hard on the matches, likely watching to see who their future opponents might be. It was hard for Karasuno to get any current game footage of their peers, and there wasn't really enough time to study all of it even if they had it. So the silver-haired third year would take time during tournaments to study other teams from the stands. That was how he fought, after all, when he couldn't be on the court with everyone. Kitsuna thought about that and several other things as she studied the face she had seen so many times. His lashes were kind of long, and brows short but thick. His features didn't stand out like Oikawa's or Noya's, but he wasn't really plain either. His pale face was partially framed by that deep silver hair, a strange color for a highschooler but one that managed not to draw too much attention either. It had to be natural, though Kitsuna originally had her doubts when she first met him. His eyebrows were the same shade of warm gray, lashes just a little bit darker. Those cool-toned lashes framed his softly angled eyes. Soft, yet sharp when he was focused like he was now. They were hazel like hers, but leaned more greenish brown. Like a shallow pond on a fall day, where the sky's cool reflection reminded you that the water was uncomfortably cold. His eyes always felt much warmer than that, though, despite the color.

"Hm?," Kitsuna accidentally vocalized her surprise when she noticed the mole under Suga's right eye. It wasn't new, that wouldn't make sense anyway. But she had never really paid attention to it. It sort of drew the gaze up toward his eyes, where they crinkled when he flashed one of his sunshiny smiles. Those smiles that sometimes faded away, like now, with his lips pressed tight while he concentrated and mulled over his thoughts. Kitsuna's thoughts wandered just then, making her process the visual information with a pretty significant lag as Suga turned toward her and caught her staring.

"Oh, you're up?," Suga's face reset with his contemplative state. He was somewhat startled to see her peeking up at him from behind the black jacket's collar. She looked like a cat watching a bird outside a window, but lacking any motivation to go after it. Then her eyes widened, finally realizing that the bird had spotted her as well.

"Cute."

"Hm?," Suga probably wasn't supposed to hear that thought that escaped through her lips just then. But he reflexively acknowledged it before it fully registered. Kitsuna's face tensed up at that, with the realization that she had spoken what wasn't meant to be said. Suga's did too, bracing for a swift and steady silencing blow. He saw movement from under the bundle of outerwear and flinched, but there was no connection. Not in the way he expected at least. He felt something soft and warm touch his face, just below his eye where his cheekbone ended. He opened his eyes again and blinked down at Kitsuna, like a mouse that was sure it would be the cat's next meal and was instead batted aside with disinterest at best. Kitsuna's face showed no signs of humiliation or anger, instead mimicking her usual early morning haziness.

"There's a mole there," she pulled her hand back and carefully unfolded her body into a big stretch, paired with a long yawn. She held it for a minute, then slowly settled back down and pulled the improvised blanket off her legs so it didn't drag the floor.

"Uh-"

Suga started to address her as she stood up and glanced around, but she spread his jacket out over his head and let it fall there. While he was blinded, she slid past him and into the aisle between the sections of seating and fished her wallet out of her bag. She also got her headphones and phone, which he saw tucked into her pocket when the jacket slid off his face finally.

"I gotta go take out my contacts," she rubbed just below her eye. She pulled out a couple more things from her bag, then stifled another yawn and left the stands.

Suga felt relieved and more stressed all at the same time. His face burned but his hands were suddenly ice cold. He was painfully aware of the crowds and the echoes from the floor below, but just then it felt like it was just him and Kitsuna. Something tugged at his sleeve, snapping him out of it. He jumped and whirled around, seeing Yamaguchi with a complicated expression there.

"Dude, you're starin' down a kid over there. Do you got some sort of beef with 'em?," Yamaguchi whispered. Suga turned around and saw a small child giving him the stink eye, and silently apologized before settling back into his seat with a hefty sigh. He heard Yamaguchi do the same, and both boys just pretended not to know that the other knew. Of what just happened, or the reactions of those involved and the involuntary third wheel.

Thankfully, but also unfortunately, the courts started to clear out and Takeda waved up at his crew from below. It was time for them to go and evaluate the next set of games, and pack up any extra pieces from lunch when the bus got back.