The rest of the semester passed by agonizingly slow. Practice was one thing, now split between the two clubs. Work was wearing Kitsuna down hard, though she appreciated the extra funds she was building up. She finished up her cleaning duties and scooped up her bag and some papers she had stacked on the edge of her desk. It was time for one final push before summer break, to get the girls' club some members or at least a manager.

"Hey, wanna check out the volleyball club?," she stopped some first years by the main doors. The newest members of the boys' team waved at her as they headed home for the day. There was no practice tonight, with them leaving super early for Tokyo and the Fukurodani group camp.

"Hey, aren't you on the boys' team though?"

"That's…sort of a long story. You can join either I guess, but the girls have less players so you'll get more chances to play with them," Kitsuna tried to keep the conversation on track. That was a pretty common response she got, along with some confused glances and whispers.

"Oh, right. Isn't she dating the old captain?"

"Wasn't it the vice captain?"

"Wow, dating a college guy?"

"I heard she was picked as the vice captain for the boys' team, too. Isn't that weird?"

"Hey. We're getting off-topic here," Kitsuna's hand clenched around the paper she was holding up. She was getting really tired of these conversations, and it was showing on her face now. She felt a tap on her shoulder and reset her facial expression before turning to the source of the interruption.

"Oh, what's up?"

"Look," the girls' captain pointed out the window at the gates. Kitsuna squinted, but was struggling to make out the silhouette lingering there. It was too small to be Asahi, and he was out of town anyway for the day. The figure bowed at some passing students, the new volleyball club members, and the shock of silver in the afternoon sun stood out like a sore thumb.

"Oh. Um," Kitsuna shuffled the papers and glanced back at the girls.

"Here. I'll take it from here," the captain winked and took the papers from Kitsuna's arms. She nudged her forward, and Kitsuna called back her thanks as she stepped out of the building and toward the gate. She had a bounce to her step as she reached the gate and rounded the corner, despite her best attempts at hiding her rising excitement.

"You shouldn't linger by the school gate like that," Kitsuna grinned.

"Hm? I guess I got a little impatient," Suga beamed back at her. She knew he was going to have a break as well, for summer, but she expected him to be gone a little longer. Asahi was supposed to meet up with him and Daichi in Sendai, after all, so they could spend the day together before heading back. Kitsuna glanced behind Suga to see if they were around at all.

"Ah, it's just me. The other two are still hanging out with Shimizu," Suga explained. He pointed down the hill, and they started toward home.

"Oh, I need to grab something for dinner," Kitsuna stopped outside the store.

"Actually, uh. Mom said she'd make something tonight, so," Suga was nervous as always when his mom imposed like that. It was a little bit funny, but also really endearing how he was still just as awkward despite everything.

"Oh, okay. Sure," Kitsuna shifted gears quickly. They resumed their walk, Kitsuna starting up a little tune and Suga joining in. They turned toward his door, and something finally dawned on him.

"Oh! She'll be home a little late, after picking up Koda," he relayed to Kitsuna as he opened the door and headed inside. Kitsuna followed him in, sliding the door shut slowly and trying to still her racing heart. It's not like it was the first time they were at one's house by themselves. Or that anything really was going to happen.

"Kitsuna?," Suga waved his hand in front of her eyes. She spaced out hard in the entryway, which did give him time to shake his wandering thoughts but was going on a little too long now.

"Wah! Sorry," Kitsuna quickly slid off her shoes and followed him to the living room. They got over their shared nerves quickly enough, settling in and trading stories of their solo adventures. Kitsuna's phone beeped, and she pulled out a tablet that she set up on the table with some sort of stream pulled up.

"What's that?," Suga saw a game, and a chat box going crazy.

"Oh. Kenma streams sometimes, and I'm a mod," she answered plainly. Suga's eyes widened, and he was hit with a strange sort of pride.

"So, are you actually busy right now? Sorry for crashing your plans," he apologized.

"Hm? Nah, it's fine. I usually just do this in the background. I can turn it up if you wanna watch for a bit," Kitsuna offered while tapping away at her phone screen. Suga recognized the same chat box open on the second screen, and she tapped something on the tablet to hide the text. He got pretty absorbed in the screen, and she headed to the kitchen after a while to get some drinks and potentially a snack. She was reaching up into the cabinet for a glass when something wrapped around her waist from behind suddenly and startled her.

"Wh-Suga? You could at least let me turn around," Kitsuna was both flustered and happy. Suga rested his chin on her shoulder, and she teased his hair.

"You could react a little more," he pouted.

"You mean earlier?"

"Yeah."

"Sorry. It's still embarrassing in front of a bunch of people," Kitsuna admitted sheepishly.

"You're embarrassed about dating me?," Suga was getting poutier. Normally that might've annoyed her but instead she just chuckled and ruffled his hair again.

"Let me turn around, idiot," she tugged at the little part of his hair that always stuck up no matter how he tried to tame it. Not too hard, but enough that he released his hold on her and let her turn to face him. Kitsuna cupped his pouty face in her hands and pulled it up, planting a kiss right on his forehead. Then another on his cheek, before she was overtaken by a hot wave of embarrassment and buried her face in his neck. Suga grinned at his little tactic once again being successful, and let her stay like that for a moment before pushing her off a little bit.

"Sorry," he apologized. She stuck her tongue out at him and pouted, before laughing it off.

"Asshole."

"You like it, though," Suga teased again, wrapping his arms around her waist again and pulling her closer.

"Hm!," Kitsuna's face went rigid when he did that, and her hands balled up on his shoulders. That reaction made his own nerves pile up again, but he had been working on keeping that in check lately.

"Hey. Too much?," he asked softly. Kitsuna shook her head, and unclenched her balled up hands. She rested them on his shoulders and slowly relaxed the tension in her body. They both laughed, quietly, at how easily they got so worked up like that.

"You sure you're okay?," he asked once more now that she wasn't all strung out like a startled cat.

"Yeah," she whispered her answer and nodded lightly. Suga smiled, studying her eyes to wash away any lingering doubts. His wandering thoughts crept back in, and impulses, and next thing he knew he had pressed his lips to hers. She lurched for a second, but didn't try to stop him. He pressed further, surrendering just a little bit to his body's whims. He kissed her again, and again. Her scar, then her lips. Her neck, which made her nails dig into his shirt and both their hearts race. The world melted away around them, with only a breath of hesitation before he dove headlong back into his advances. His hand snaked its way up through her arms and tugged at the tie of her school uniform, loosening it and leaving her shirt collar hanging open where she always left the topmost buttons undone. He kissed there, between the stuck out pieces of cloth, and she gasped long and low.

"Koushi! In the kitchen? Really?"