"Hey, why don't you bleach it again or dye it?," Osamu was currently working through Kenma's hair, ignoring the brief protests.
"Don't wanna stand out a bunch," was Kenma's answer. Kuroo, sneaking in at some point, piped up and relayed some story about how Kenma bleached his hair to stop getting confused for a ghost by the locker rooms.
"So, how do you do this? Ow," Kitsuna pointed to a point on the screen then recoiled as something brushed over her earrings and got stuck.
"Huh? You guys really are wild out there, huh?," Suna glanced at the array of jewelry sticking out of Kitsuna's ear where Osamu was untangling the comb he was pulling through her hair. The one with the comb was rubbing the ends of a strand of hair between his fingers, brow furrowed at the color and fraying.
"Your hair could use a trim. Hey, did you dye it before?," he asked, ignoring the backward glare he received. He decided to go with a braid, like he had seen her wear before, and sectioned out her hair.
"Yeah, used to dye it up through first year," Kitsuna answered with a sigh. She turned her attention back to Kenma's explanations as he clicked through the programs. She was jotting down some notes in a small notebook as he talked, trying to make sure she wasn't barraging him with questions and annoying him.
"Kitsuna, wait what? Whatever, the others are leaving," Ennoshita popped into Nekoma's room to deliver that message and disappeared. Kitsuna wrapped up the laptop and stuffed her things into the bag. She left quickly, with the Inarizaki guys stuck awkwardly beside Kenma.
"Sorry! Got wrapped up with something. What's up?," Kitsuna chased Ennoshita around the corner of the hall and nearly crashed into the graduated team members. She froze up when she saw them, shuffling a little under their brief looks.
"You gotta stop buggin' the other teams," Ennoshita chided her quietly. The others still heard that remark and let their exasperations show for just a moment.
"We're headin' out. Try not to cause any more trouble. We'll try to come for the last day, but it's up in the air still," Daichi gave her a quick report before nudging Asahi and starting down the hall. Ennoshita took the PC bag from Kitsuna and left her there with Sugawara.
"Here," he handed her a piece of paper. She scanned it over, seeing a few more ideas for hand signals to try for her new attack. Some audible cues as well, for different scenarios.
"Thanks. I'll try them out. Is this what you were talking to Keishin about all day?," Kitsuna tucked it into her pocket and looked up at her boyfriend. He made a face at her question, then shook his head to realign the expression.
"Different stuff. But yeah, that should work better than what we tried earlier. Make sure the others have time to memorize it before you try them in actual matches."
"Of course. Headin' out? Daichi might actually leave you here if you take too long," Kitsuna fidgeted now that business was out of the way. Suga shuffled around as well, somewhat nervous there in the long hallway.
"Well, I guess I'll get going. Um," he reached out to her, caressing her cheek. He planted a kiss on her other cheek then took his leave. Kitsuna found herself more flustered with that than anything else so far as she stood in front of the door to Karasuno's quarters. She slid the door open and shut in a flash, walking stiffly but swiftly to her futon and curling up under the blanket. She was out like a light in a matter of minutes, despite turning in earlier than normal.
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Practice ran long, and soon it was time for personal practice before dinner. Kitsuna was about to jump into the boys' practice when she was grabbed firmly by the shoulders from behind and dragged out of the gym.
"Hey! What the fuck?! Let me! Go!," she finally wrested her arms free and turned around to see two of the Inarizaki boys there. The same two who had been hanging around her since arriving at the training camp. There was a third boy with them, one who looked like Osamu but much more obnoxious. He helped his brother with wrangling their prey, and looked far less apologetic about the rough handling than the other two.
"Well, you're on your own here bro. Bye!," Atsumu left with a flashy peace sign.
"He's almost as annoying as Oikawa," Kitsuna grumbled. She turned her dark look to the others, making them flinch all over again.
"Sorry for that. I guess you really weren't listening last night, but," Suna pointed at Osamu. The boy practically had stars in his eyes, and a bag of goodies hanging off his arm that Kitsuna just now noticed.
"I really wanna try something with your hair. An idea for dye, and I'll even trim up the split ends. I never get to try new stuff at the salon, so," he started to lose some steam and his excitement levels reached a more normal level as he spoke. Kitsuna sighed, and thought it over more seriously. She must have agreed to it while focusing on Kenma without realizing it. Finally she shrugged and let the earlier rudeness go.
"Sure, whatever. I'll get in trouble at school probably but it's fine," Kitsuna agreed and Osamu's face lit up all over again. "So, where're we doin' it?"
"About that..," Osamu and Suna shared a glance with tense lips.
Kitsuna followed their eyes to their right. Her left. There was a door there, one she was well familiar with by now. The girls' bathing area, currently vacant while said girls worked hard in the kitchen.
"For real? Alright, guess we gotta get started soon then," Kitsuna opened the door and let the other two in. Their momentary awkwardness quickly faded as they got set up, and Kitsuna remembered something.
"Wait, let me get a different shirt. This one ain't mine and I don't wanna ruin it," she bolted out the door and returned almost too quickly with another shirt on and the other still in hand.