ushijima was sitting in the locker room, examining the local magazine, and for some reason..he had an obsession with reading only the ads “hm…interesting.” he says out loud with that same monotone, he always had. He crossed his legs and leaned back while reading the magazine, that is until you walked in. And he set down the magazine and raised an eyebrow, his gaze set on the door “who is it..?” he always had such an expressionless face…