"See, that's what I don't like about you guys," Oikawa pointed to the huddle as it broke apart for the match to resume.

"What's that?," Sugawara's tone went darker again at that.

"You're always up to something. It's annoying," Oikawa shared his opinion freely.

On the court, Kitsuna was set up for a spike from the side after a rough receive. Kunimi acted as setter, tossing the ball up with surprising accuracy despite his usual quiet demeanor. The blockers opposite the net, well aware of Kitsuna's raw power by now and wary of it, bunched up in front of her. Her form was flawless, so she had a good chance of breaking through the block.

"Kindaichi!," she yelled out to the opposite hitter instead, shifting her position at the last second and chucking the ball to the other side. The blockers were fast, but not fast enough to react to that as Kindaichi slammed the ball down into their court. That point won them the set, and the game. Kitsuna gave a very enthusiastic high-ten to her temporary teammates, reducing the power behind it for Kunimi.

"Should you really be showing us how that works, though?," Kunimi asked while they were on another break. The game was over, and the coaches thanked her for working hard. The rest of the boys would be continuing practice though.

"Hm? Even if you know how it works, it's not like there's a clear tell. Just if a receive is a little off. But for Karasuno, a lot of receives are like that. I didn't show you guys a signal for it either," Kitsuna explained while using a spare towel to wipe the sweat from her face. She shook her head, returning the towel, and squinted around the gymnasium.

"Wait. Can you not actually see well? Like, without your glasses?," another of Seijoh's boys was shocked with that revelation.

"Hm? No, I can't," she locked on to her target and headed for the corner where Sugawara was waiting with the other two, waving back to the others as she jogged over. Suga handed her the drink first, then took it back and helped her with all her jewelry. She slid her glasses on and pressed them firmly into the bridge of her nose, blinking a few times for her eyes to adjust. Sugawara started to slide off her volleyball jacket, having put it on earlier due to the cold, but she shook her head and pulled it back over his shoulders.

"Ew," Oikawa grimaced at their display again. He was quickly silenced by Iwaizumi with a hard smack across the back.

"Anyway, congrats," Iwaizumi offered before they parted ways. The two receiving the congratulatory statement both looked confused, so he pointed at their hands and it clicked finally. Their faces both went beet-red as they made their exit, with Kitsuna tripping over the lip of the doorway.

Kitsuna and Suga walked a good portion of the way back, with Kitsuna outpacing him accidentally for half of it. She always did move around a lot, but something was off with the way she wouldn't sit still or slow down.

"Hey-oh," Suga was just about to call her out on it, but she dashed off to collect the items she left behind that morning. She returned with just the notebook, shaking it out to be extra sure there were no cling-ons. They headed inside in silence, with Kitsuna checking her phone once they entered the room. She tossed the notebook aside, sliding off her shoes and the extra hoodie. She moved to plug in her phone's charger, but got stuck looking for an outlet.

"Hey," a voice from behind startled her, being way closer than she expected. She could feel Suga's breath on her neck as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into himself. She froze up like that, arms out awkwardly where she was about to plug the charging cable in.

"You aren't avoiding me, are you?," Suga asked. He rested his chin on her shoulder and pouted. He could feel her face heat up a little bit more while she thought about how to answer.

"Hm? Uh, no? What?," she couldn't give a straight answer. She wasn't purposely staying busy or anything. Not that she was consciously aware of anyway. Or, was she? Subconsciously avoiding him, due to nerves?

"Haha, your face is super red," he poked her cheek and laughed at that, teasing her instead of pushing further. It was clear from her reaction that she wasn't purposely being weird or awkward at least.

"Still, I am a little frustrated," he voiced his thoughts just then without meaning to.

"Eh. What..do you mean by that?," Kitsuna responded with apt confusion and concern. This time his face went red, and he froze in the middle of releasing his hold on her. Instead of letting go, he buried his face further into her so she couldn't see it.

"Hey. Not answering is an answer. Suga?," Kitsuna slowly set her charger and phone aside. She gently pulled Suga's arms off her shoulders and spun around to face him, still holding his wrists. He stared at the floor, cursing himself for letting that slip out. What did he mean by it, anyway? He forced himself to look up, trying to laugh it off but tripping over his words. He stopped his failed attempt at deflection when he saw her smiling sweetly back at him.

"What?," was the first clear word he could get out.

"You said it, but you're worse off than me. Aren't you supposed to try and do something about it if you're gonna let it get to you?," she teased him, pulling his arms around her waist and wrapping hers around his neck. She was laughing, but obviously nervous herself and a little unsure. He could tell by how her lips quivered at the corners, and she wasn't looking directly at him.

"That's not..what I meant. I think," he tried to defend himself against her accusation, but lost confidence partway through. That got a genuine laugh from her, making him smile despite his sudden wave of nerves.

"Then what? Were you jealous because you didn't get to play? Or did Loser-kawa say something to get you," Kitsuna dropped the nickname she came up with in the same breath she asked if Suga was envious.

"Ah. N-no. Not that," he stuttered, lending a hint of suspicion to his claim. He took a moment to refocus his thoughts, and decide what to say next. Kitsuna got fidgety while he took his time there, losing her composure with each tick of the second hand on the clock hanging over the tv. Suga studied her face, scrunching his own up while he chased away the actual reason in his mind and instead went all-in with the opportunity presented to him.