No one ever said training camp would be easy. However, they failed to convey it would be comparable to a run through the seven rings of Hell. It was hot, stuffy, overcrowded, loud and full of so much testosterone Tsukishima swore he was going to suffocate in it. The situation was a nasty combination of everything he loathed rolled up in a blanket of constant physical activity. He had no idea how it could be any worse- oh wait, yes he did. The disaster of the camp insisted on following him into the night. Into his few hours of supposed solace between brutal games and punishment drills.
When Tsukishima had been set up next to Sugawara, he had been relieved. The third year was so gentle and soft-spoken (most of the time) he figured getting a restful night's sleep would be a piece of cake. Yet every night the other's tossing and turning seemed to worsen until it reached a peak. Someone less selfish may have conveyed concern BEFORE a foot found itself lodged roughly into their back. Unfortunately for Sugawara, he was paired with Tsukishima. The bespectacled male had tolerated the other's restlessness with a grudging acceptance up until this point but getting kicked was officially the last straw. Still half-asleep, he floundered up into a sitting position and twisted around to glower blindly at Sugawara's panting form.
"Sugawara-san. Sugawara-san! Wake up." He hissed in an effort not to wake anyone else simply because the last thing he wanted was even more commotion. Tsukishima was fully prepared to give his elder a good shake but it appeared that would not be necessary. Sugawara scrambled up with initial panic that rapidly simmered down into anxious embarrassment tinged with guilt. At least, that was what Tsukishima felt he could read on the third year's sweaty face. The corners of his mouth pinched together into a frown as his fair eyebrows slanted downward. He had no idea what annoyed him more: dealing with this at such a late hour or Sugawara clearly attempting to sweep it all under the rug. Just like an "adult". Tch.
"Hmph. You didn't kick me that hard. And you missed directly hitting my spine, so it should be fine. Though I would prefer an assurance that you're all right and won't be kicking me in the head or hitting me in the near future while I'm attempting to sleep. Otherwise, I may be tempted to move out into the hallway."
