It looks like your permanent partner, Fushiguro Toji, decided to pass the time for betting again, because this time you found him at the stadium. Annoyed by this fact, you, having gone to the tribune, to Toji's place, folded your arms on your chest and stared accusingly at the man.

What?

He asked lazily, looking up at you. In the cold gaze of his dark green eyes, there was a clear reluctance to listen to your natations once again.