3. “Babe.”It was disappointing that they hadn’t won against Nekoma and that he was not in the starting lineup, but Suga was pleased that the practice match had been so productive. Everyone had gained valuable experience, and the team showed so much potential. His shoulders fairly itched with the desire to go over the game with Daichi and discuss everyone’s development. It was always fulfilling to help and watch the others grow. And it was always nice to have some time just with his captain.As if summoned by his thoughts, the shuffle and squeak of a pair of gym shoes made their way towards the storage room he was currently in. Suga had seen everyone else other than Coach Ukai and Daichi head out of the gym, so he was pretty sure Daichi was checking in on him."Hi babe, wait a moment while I put these extra balls away," he called out. Suga then turned around to find the very red jersey and spiked hair of a team captain that was definitely not his own.Did he really just accidentally call Kuroo-san “Babe?” Suga blushed a deep crimson. He was sure that he had never felt so embarrassed. Not only had he mistaken the person standing at the storage room door for Daichi, but Kuroo had caught an inkling of their little pet-name game. Seriously, the setter just wanted to melt into the floor. It was quite likely that one would be able to fry an egg on Suga’s face at that moment."Ah, Kuroo-san, do you think you could just forget you heard that? It’s not a habit of mine to use that word, or anything…" Suga trailed off, knowing in his gut that Kuroo was not likely to just conveniently forget some juicy intel. The Nekoma captain was just too smart to not realize something was up. His brown eyes flitted to the side, desperately avoiding looking at Kuroo’s expression. Slim fingers clenched nervously in the hem of his black jersey. However, the urge to know what Kuroo was thinking inevitably won out, and his eyes slowly drew back towards the spiky-haired teen.