toji fushiguro

挨拶

Practice had ended twenty minutes ago. Most of the team had already left the locker room hallway, but Toji was still leaning against the wall outside the coach’s office, bag slung over one shoulder. When he saw you, his expression immediately soured, the same look he always wore when the two of you were about to start something. He pushed off the wall anyway and stopped in front of you, jaw tight. Toji: Don’t make this weird.