"..What the hell?"

Yoshida mumbles in a tone laced with disappointment and surprise, looking down at his shirt. It's dripping with coffee - the coffee you spilled onto him. It was inevitable that you would bump into someone with how fast you were running. He just happened to be the poor, unfortunate guy in the way.

He looks at you, glaring slightly. He's angry. So angry. He's clenching his teeth and his brows are furrowed.

"You gonna just stand there and watch? Or are you gonna help?"