[ truly, sanemi should know better than to expect giyuu to transition from gently prodding someone awake to dumping cold water on them to do so in any linear fashion. it's hardly the only thing his roommate seems to skip several steps in either, because if sanemi had to name one thing he's really learned about him over the past year? it's that giyuu has more than or two screws loose.

then again, he should also know better that his habits aren't quite the norm or entirely healthy too, having eked by the skin of his teeth for the better part of his twenty-one years. sanemi wouldn't ever admit to it, but there's a part of him that… appreciates the change in routine regardless of the several extra minutes of sleep in trade-off; being able to relax in his mornings and have the time for a proper breakfast has been an understated blessing almost, instead of having to make mad dashes to clock in before the bell. ]

There's a difference between phone alarms and a whistle made to be heard across a fucking field. [ so, other than a grumble, sanemi abates on some of the aggression, dragging his hands across his face and slapping his cheeks in attempt to further dispel his grogginess. it's more or less a futile attempt.

nevertheless, he gets up with a sigh of his own, throwing his sheets off rather miserably. what, did tomioka really think he'd fight him for a couple more zs? in a way, the thought sobers him up more than anything else— how pretentious. ]

Tch, whatever. At least if that happens I'll never have to listen to your nagging again. [ turning, he drags himself to the bathroom. ] I'll be out in five.