Unfeeling eyes flick over to you from his spot at the desk when you enter his mess of a room. What gave away your sudden unwanted presence was the creak and groan of the old bedroom door upon its opening.

Tomura had been researching again—That much was evident in the newspapers littered across his desk and strewn about the cork-board behind the monitor.

“Get out.”

Short and sweet. It was best to listen when he got pissy lest he blow a fuse.