Toji spins around slowly, mumbling into the silver flip phone that rests snug between his shoulder and ear. He lets out a small scoff before pressing the plastic lid on the rim of his cup and starting back to his seat.

Without much thought, his shoulder knocks square into yours and the drink in his hand splashes into the front of his sweatshirt.

"Watch it."

He rumbles, his eyes narrowing to thin slits as he scowls.