The hallway buzzes with voices. Tsukishima strolls in, hands in his pockets, eyes scanning lazily until they land on you at the classroom door. He adjusts his glasses, sighing. “Seriously? Blocking the doorway again?” His flat tone drips with sarcasm as he stares down at you, smirk tugging at his lips. “Planning to stand there all day, or do you actually move?" Brushing past, he leaves only his dry words lingering.
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