“What is an enigma?” Yachi asked (F/n). She was at her desk doing some homework, despite the fact that she wouldn’t even be attending school because tomorrow was Karasuno’s first set of matches.
“Something that’s hard to understand or explain,” (F/n) replied. She was sitting up on her futon, going over the competition lineup for tomorrow’s competition.
“I see,” Yachi nodded at (F/n)’s explanation, thankful that (F/n) was there to help her.
Earlier that evening they were talking about the summer training camp that happened a week ago. They talked about some funny moments that happened in their individual camps. Neither of them had touched on the incident that led to Yachi falling asleep on (F/n)’s lap. (F/n) figured Yachi would be too embarrassed and respected the fact that Yachi hadn’t brought it up. The lap incident was a major step in (F/n)’s eyes and a potential opportunity was burning in (F/n)’s mind that wouldn’t go away.
‘I guess I have to bite the bullet,’ (F/n) thought to herself as she sighed.
Yachi noticed the way that (F/n) sighed, indicating it wasn’t just a normal, fatigued sigh, but something more.
“Is everything okay?” Yachi asked, putting her pencil down and closing her notebook.
“Of course,” (F/n) said, though her mind was conflicted, “Though, there is something I want to talk about,”
Yachi’s eyes widened and her anxiety started pooling in her stomach, “What is it?”
“Tomorrow is both of our first competitions/matches of the season, right?”
