Kita can't remember when he started watching for Osamu. Looking forward to a quick conversation. Perhaps whatever's been whipped up in Home Ec, though it's not expected.

The routine has broken.

Every minute that passes, Kita's stomach knots tighter. Official practice has not started. No one's not in trouble, on paper. But no one has information. Even Atsumu only grimaces, "I dunno, Cap. He ain't answering texts."

Then, finally, Typhoon Osamu rolls in.

Handing warm-ups to Aran, Kita hurries back to the clubroom. Not wasting a second.

"Osamu? What happened?"

Right to the point.