{ cynicism } | leo
Similar to various situations that had sprouted in an uncomfortably close proximity to him, Tsukishima regarded the disturbance of a paintball war with irritation more than anything else (scowl carved into the curve of his lips and headphones snug over his ears).
It takes more skill than should be required to maneuver his way through the school's grounds, avoiding rogue shots and sprinting students with lithe movements and teeth pressed firmly together, threatening to split his skull in two (which would be a welcome relief at this point, he thinks).
Upon arrival to his dorm room, Tsukishima drops his possessions onto his bed with little grace, simultaneously toeing off his shoes and tugging his headphones down to their resting spot around his neck— pausing only to regard his roommate with poorly concealed interest.
"...You're not participating?"
