"Alright, we'll start with a rinse. Oh, wow. It's really a mess," Osamu managed to get the hair tie out with minimal breakage but his hand was nearly lost to the monster forming there on the girl's head. He worked quietly after that, with finesse that impressed his little guinea pig almost enough to make her forget the whole situation. The situation where he was well beyond usual personal space range and she had an uncomfortably clear view of his face. There was a rinse, where he worked out the clumpy curls where sweat had built up during the day. Then he separated the top from the underside, and set to work dying it. A wrap of foil went over that, held with pins, then he dyed the tips of the rest.

"Hey, oh. Dinner's done in about twenty," one of the other team's managers poked her head into the bathroom. She was probably looking for Kitsuna but found two others in there, all three frozen in place while Kitsuna wore a mess of foil.

"You're really cool with doing this so suddenly?," Suna asked while holding his phone between him and Kitsuna. They were scrolling through vines while waiting for the color to process.

"Hm? I already got yelled at for it before, but they didn't really do anything about it. Might make things a little hard for Take though," she went to shrug again but remembered the foil and stopped short.

"Take? Oh, Takeda? Your teacher," Osamu slid his plastic gloves on again as he prepared to rinse out the color.

"Hm? Yeah," Kitsuna answered while she was leaned back over the side of the empty tub. The water came on, and was cold at first but warmed up just enough while Osamu leaned over her to work the color out until the water ran clear. This angle was almost impossible to ignore, but thankfully Suna kept the conversation going.

"You're pretty friendly. Your whole team really, but especially toward your coaches," he pointed out something that didn't seem strange at first, but was probably pretty weird from an outside perspective.

"Oh, isn't one of them your dad or something?," Osamu asked once he finished the rinse. He helped her back up, and she sat back on the seat while he pulled out the hair dryer. He trimmed off a bit of hair before drying it, aiming to get more precise on the ends after her hair was dryer.

"Right. That stupid news thing last year. Um, on paper at least. We're not really related otherwise though," Kitsuna stifled a yawn while Osamu finished his work. He used the hair dryer to blow off some of the hair that clung to her, and she stepped away to change her shirt. She came back to find the area mostly cleaned up, the two boys staring at the side of the tub with strange looks. She glanced over and saw it too, where the dye had stained the tub a dark bluish hue.

"Well. Shit," they all said in unison. They decided to leave it for now and figure it out over dinner, discarding the rest of their supplies on the way out.

"Woah! You actually went and dyed it! A cut, too," Nishinoya spotted her first and blurted that out. The rest of the team huddled around her and were all buzzing about the change, making her a little self-conscious. They quickly got shoved aside so she could grab a plate, where she earned a brief lecture from Takeda over the counter.

Excitement died down over the week over that, and finally they were on the last day. Karasuno was doing better than their first year at the training camp, holding their own and even grinding out a few more hard wins. They once again lined up with Nekoma, dragging the match on for what felt like hours. It was over soon enough though, and everyone cooled off and washed up for the barbeque.

"Hm? What're you doing?," Kitsuna followed her nose over to a grill in the corner. Osamu was there, hoarding a stack of veggies and meat to grill for himself.

"Hm? Oh, I heard there was a barbeque so I brought some of my own stuff for it," he pointed to a bag with some sauces and seasonings in it. He scooped up a piece that was finished cooking and offered it to her. She pointed to herself as if to confirm who it was meant for, then held out her plate after he nodded. He dropped it there, and she scooped it up and scarfed it down in one bite. Her eyes lit up at the carefully curated taste as the meat's juices filled her stuffed cheeks, and Osamu beamed proudly as he helped himself to his creations.

"Dude, he's totally gonna steal her away," Tanaka poked Sugawara's shoulder and pointed over at Kitsuna and Osamu. Suna joined the pair, pointing over at Sugawara and the others who showed up as a surprise for the barbeque. They helped deliver the goods, so the adults manning the event let them stay to hang out and get some grub.

"I'm sure it's fine," Suga muttered back. He was sure it was fine, but he felt some pang of envy at the way she reacted to the other guy's cooking. Before he had any time to dwell on that, though, there was a hard tug at his sleeve.

"Hey, c'mere! Try this, it's good!," Kitsuna dragged him over to the grill she was just at, scooping up a seasoned piece of meat and holding it up in front of his face. Sugawara rolled with it and took a bite, eyes lighting up just like Kitsuna's did before.

"Huh, usually he's worried about it being too spicy," Suna commented. The other two just gave a very enthusiastic thumbs up as they shared some of the vegetables that were fried up. Osamu cooked the rest of what he had there and split it among them all, keeping the largest portion for himself. Kitsuna darted between the other grills, scooping out choice pieces from under the arms of some of the other boys and retreating to the steps of a nearby building to eat. Sugawara joined her after a quick chat with Osamu, sitting down beside her.

"Your hair, you changed it. It looks good," he started up a conversation with that. She looked at him to say something, but had a mouth full of food so had to look away to finish it before she tried again.

"Mf. Thanks. Was kinda spur-of-the-moment," Kitsuna pulled at her shortened bangs and appeared to get lost in thought for a moment.

"Did you go somewhere to get it done? Can't imagine you had much time to sneak off for that."

"No," Kitsuna answered between large mouthfuls.

"Do it yourself? You used to dye your hair before," Suga recalled her appearance in her first year, and the stark contrast to how she looked now. She had a lot more confidence, and let her face be seen more under that long red hair.

"Nope. The Miyas' family runs a salon, and they live above it I guess. So Osamu did it the other night during personal practice time. He wanted to do Kenma's, too," Kitsuna pointed with her chopsticks at the twins she mentioned, who were in the middle of some sort of scuffle. Kitsuna glanced over at Suga, expecting them to share a jaded look at the fight in front of them. Instead, he was glaring hard straight ahead.

"Food's gonna go cold if you don't eat it. Or worse," she swiped a piece of beef off his plate and stuffed it down. His reaction time was slow, so she was able to get the whole piece to herself before he had even turned around to face her. She just stuck out her tongue at him, making both laugh.