"Quit makin' a scene, you two," Keishin thwacked both of them over the head. Kitsuna was pulled around to face him, and looked utterly defeated. Daichi's face was flat as stone, and his tone was equally dry. Kitsuna looked on the verge of tears as she gave a pleading look at Keishin, then Takeda, and finally latched onto where Yamaguchi and Ennoshita were standing. The message was clear from even their vantage point: make him leave, please make him leave, make him go away.

"Sawamura, hey. Thanks for bringing her out here," Takeda tried for a typical greeting and thanks. Even he was off put by whatever was happening before his eyes. At the very least, Daichi released his hold on Kitsuna and she slumped over beside him like a wilted plant.

"So, what's up with you? Sick?," Keishin focused on her. She shook her head weakly in answer to his question. He and Takeda exchanged looks and he kept going.

"Overslept?," his tone got darker on the next guess. Kitsuna started to say something, but was cut off with a look from her driver and broke out into a cold sweat.

"Sort of," she turned her face away from Daichi as she gave a vague answer. The teacher and coach couldn't get anything from her, at least not right now.

"Hey, Daichi! Been a while," Ennoshita tried to distract the clearly pissed off man. He was obviously wary, standing further away than was normal for a friendly reunion. Daichi smiled at him, then bowed and took his leave. Silently. Only once he was well away from the now open gym doors did Kitsuna let out the breath she had been holding in. She sank down onto her knees, practically gasping for air like it was her first time leaving a dungeon.

"Are you sure you're not sick?," Takeda knelt down to ask her again and noted how her ears were red on the edges, as well as her cheeks.

"I'm not sick," she squeaked out. They had drawn a small crowd, with Karasuno's team grouping up to see what was going on.

"Then why were you late," Keishin let his irritation show now that Daichi was gone. Kitsuna flinched, and her hands flew to her face.

"Can we talk about it later?," she whined through her palms.

"What'd she do?"

"Man, I don't think I've ever seen Daichi that pissed."

"I don't think I've ever seen her look like that."

"Y-you don't think it rea-really was-?"

"What an entrance."

There was a lot of hushed conversation going on beside the door. A lot of glances from around the gym, too. Keishin and Takeda sighed heavily, the former more or less putting things together in his head and eager to move forward.

"Go put your stuff in the room and get back here to warm up. We'll meet after dinner about it," Keishin gave her one small mercy and shot Ennoshita a look when he mentioned the meeting. The captain sighed, wishing he wouldn't get dragged into whatever this was. Kitsuna nodded and slowly picked herself up off the floor. There was a bag on her shoulder, and an extra one by the door that she scooped up as she trudged off to the team's lodgings.

…

Back at the car, Asahi and Sugawara were still glued to their seats. Asahi had been instructed to keep Suga from bolting, but he didn't need to. The man in question was cradling his head in his hands and so deep into his inner turmoil that the idea of running was likely long gone already. Asahi was just considering trying to console him when Daichi returned and slid into the driver's seat.

"Asahi. Out."

"Huh?," Asahi tried to read his friend's face through the rearview mirror, but could only see tightly scrunched brows.

"Why not go greet your juniors?," Daichi went for a different approach, and the two in the backseat understood immediately. Suga gripped Asahi's shirt tight, not wanting to be left alone, but Asahi just apologized and left the vehicle. He was more than past his limits and the fresh air was nice as he walked to the familiar gym.

"Daichi-"

The locks all clicked simultaneously, and Sugawara lost his voice all over again. He just stared at his hands, balled up on his knees, and swallowed hard. Waiting for his sentence with the most agonizing dread in his chest. It was unbearable, and he finally cracked first.

"I'm sorry!," he bowed his head,slamming into the back of Daichi's seat, and let the tears stream freely as he practically shouted his apology. No response came for several minutes, making him feel even worse.

"No," Daichi finally spoke up. His tone lacked any hostility, but that somehow made things worse. Suga gritted his teeth and forced himself to look up. Not directly at Daichi, but at the rearview mirror. He had a clear view of a very wrinkled forehead and not much else.

"You are not. And neither is she," Daichi finished his statement and took a long, slow breath.

"What?," Suga wasn't following at all, though he felt his nerves dissipate somewhat anyway. That, or they had overloaded so hard he looped back to feeling a false calm.

"As much as I don't…agree with..details. It's not something I want either of you to feel ashamed of or regretful for doing. I know both of you pretty well, I think. So I'm sure whatever happened will be pretty important to the both of you," Daichi spoke with an almost tender tone that threw everything off. He took a moment to collect himself again, and started up after Suga didn't respond.

"However-"

"Um! W-we were careful. I m-mean, uh. We used protection andeverything!," Suga blurted out. His face went beet red now that his fear was mostly dispelled and Daichi finally looked up enough that his eyes were visible in the mirror. He met Suga's in the reflection, and gave an incredulous look before letting out a little laugh. A relieved laugh, probably.

"Not where I was going but a relief anyway. Your timing sucks, though. Bad. You know she's gonna have to endure a lot today," Daichi was struggling to hold back his laugh but finally settled down.

"Tsukishima..," Suga grimaced and muttered the name under his breath.

"Right. You nearly got caught in a kitchen, too," Daichi reminded his friend of that near-miss as well. To reign him back into the topic at hand.

"Anyway. There are things that shouldn't be implied. Eyes watching. Rumors, you know she's already got a lot of that to worry about. How she is when she wakes up, too. She could say or do something dangerous if she gets too many habits built up," Daichi shot another look back, and Suga's face tightened with sudden anxiety. Seemed like some of that missed his overthinking compass.

"If you don't regret it, don't apologize. Don't fish for a reason to feel bad or criminalize it, either. Just be more careful. And don't make me clean up after," Daichi's quiet fury returned for the last warning.

"Yes, sir!," Suga bowed hard and smacked his head on the front seat again in the process. His exaggerated response earned another laugh, this time a hearty one. Suga felt his face heating up again but didn't push the issue of his friend enjoying this so much. Not this time, but if it went too far he absolutely would.