"Hey. Tanaka," Nishinoya tugged on his classmate's sleeve and kept his voice low. Or tried to.

"Huh?," Tanaka made zero effort to stay quiet, not following what the other was aiming at.

"Shh! Dude. When she spikes, you can totally see more because those clothes are too big. Watch," Noya pointed to Kitsuna as she went up for another powerful spike. Sure enough, the shirt lifted more than her usual attire as she flew up into the air. Not enough to see anything super clearly, but it was definitely distracting once it was pointed out. Her shorts did too, ballooning out as she fell back to the ground.

"Dude."

"I know."

The two loudmouth second years went quiet just then, watching intently as Kitsuna went through the spiking drills. They were hatching some sort of scheme, hoping for a lucky peek before anyone else caught on.

"Don't get your hopes up," Sugawara caught on almost immediately. Kitsuna didn't show that she had noticed, but it was better to stop this now than to let something happen later.

"Huh? Dude, you're no fun," Tanaka groaned.

"Wait, you mean?," Noya smelled another kind of opportunity. Suga placed a hand on each of their shoulders and looked ahead with a dark expression.

"Boxers."

It was one word. Just a single word, but it destroyed the fragile dreams the other two had been clinging onto for so long. Shattered them into a million pieces and stopped them dead. Kitsuna couldn't feign ignorance any longer and snapped at that last remark.

"Suga sings in the shower, y'know. He gets really into it, too," she fired back with an embarrassing secret of his and pulled Tanaka and Noya back to reality. They latched onto that tidbit like rabid dogs, launching into a fit of laughter and taunts. Suga glared back at her with burning cheeks.

"That's what you get, little shit," Kitsuna muttered. Daichi and Ennoshita both gave her a chop, and told her to stop.

"Suga, that was uncalled for as well," Daichi threw a warning his way, too.

"W-wait. Why do you know that, Kitsuna? Don't tell me-!"

"What?! Of course not, idiot! His mom told me," Kitsuna flared up and fell into a hard pout at Yamaguchi's careless assumption. He started stammering a squeaked out apology until she chopped his head like she had received earlier.

"Let's get back on track!," Daichi pulled them back together. Practice went more or less like usual. Yui stopped by to hand the clubroom key over to Kitsuna, leaving with one final snide comment. Kitsuna swiped at the girl but was easily dodged, and the boys started laughing as the other girl left. They went to change, with Kitsuna deciding to keep the shorts over a shorter skirt. She locked up the other clubroom at the same time as the third years, poorly covering another yawn.

"Make sure you don't lose that," Daichi teased. Kitsuna wanted to argue but she was pretty bad at losing smaller items. She slid the key onto her own keyring, which she normally kept attached to the belt loop on her skirt to ensure it didn't fall out of a pocket. Since she wasn't wearing the skirt this time, it went right back into her pocket. Then they all headed out, a routine she was sure to miss in just a few months' time.

"We're still good to come over and study for exams, right?," Asahi confirmed with her as they trudged through icy streets.

"Yeah. If I end up having work on whatever day you come over I'll leave the key with him," she pointed at Suga as she said that.

"I still have one," Daichi reminded her. She glanced back at him and blinked a few times, processing a ton of things at once from just that reminder.

"Ah. I forgot, my bad," Kitsuna shrugged it off despite reaching several different conclusions just then. One, that Daichi didn't want Suga having a key and free access any time. He already did if he wanted, but having the key itself was different. Two, that Daichi felt a little irritated that him having a key was so nonchalantly forgotten about. It was good that she trusted him, and he was proud of that, but it was also worrying. Finally, three, he was worried about how carefree she could be at times. Too carefree for his liking. The last one she was growing increasingly aware of, and it was starting to grate her nerves harder and harder.

"I see you got lazy about changing, too," the captain made one last dig before it was time to part ways.

"Shut up, it's cold," she shot back.

"Wouldn't it be cold either way? Whatever, 'night," he sighed and headed left. Asahi kept going straight, and Suga turned right with her. She started humming a little tune as they walked, and given the earlier comment Suga tried a little too hard not to join her. They were getting close to the end of the walk, and found themselves slowing down a little bit before the gate.

"You're singing's pretty good, y'know. Don't gotta be shy about it."

"Huh?," Suga was surprised to hear that out of nowhere. He turned to face her but got a cold shock to his neck instead.

"Hye!"

"If you ever start spilling secrets again, though," she stuck her hands under his scarf again for just a moment and pulled them back. She had a menacing look in her eyes as she wriggled her hands in the air in front of him. A threat that was more effective than it should have been. He held his hands up and backed away, back bumping into the fence around her front yard.

"Hey! Seriously! Stop that!"

"Heh, no way!," Kitsuna kept jabbing under his jacket and he was just barely able to cut her off. Most of the time anyway. They both burst out laughing as they went back and forth like that for several minutes.

"Your intel's outdated, anyway," Kitsuna hissed out as she rammed her hand under his shirt suddenly. Suga let out an incredible sound at that, right when her fingers brushed the skin under his shirt. His hand latched around her wrist, inadvertently pulling it downward. Kitsuna's face stiffened at that but she didn't back down either.

"Hey! That's seriously messed up! Stop it!," Suga shouted out with a burning red face.

"Eh? My hands are cold though, and you started it," she complained. She pulled her hand back anyway, holding them both up where he could see them.

"I guess it'd be warmer inside though. Sorry. 'Night!," she waved and skipped up to the door, unlocking it with only a little bit of stumbling and slamming it shut. On the other side, she finally lost it and froze up. Her whole body was burning hot, and her hand twitched. The one that had found its way under someone's shirt. And gathered a little too much information with the hasty resistance that pulled it passed more than just his shirt.

Sugawara was stunned by her sudden exit and made it back to his house before it hit him. He opened the door and froze up there. The moment replayed in his mind, and the still-chilled area her hand made contact with confirmed what he feared to be true.

"No way!," a shared cry echoed out in two homes. Loud, and shrill in its delivery.

"Koushi! Close the door!," Suga's mom yelled out from the dining area. He closed the door slowly, then slid off his shoes and power-walked straight to his bedroom.

"Hmm?," his mother took note of that strange behavior. He had been behaving strangely since returning from nationals. Not exactly torn up over a loss either, oddly enough. Or maybe he had been weird since before then?