She can't help but wonder what she must look like to him. If he thought her truly pathetic and a waste of space or if this is the final straw that would get him to start looking at her with pity in his eyes.
She wouldn't blame him for either.
Instead-
He sighs, a haggard sound that probably twists his mouth into a crooked smirk. She can’t tell. He’s wearing a mask, making it infinitely harder to gauge his already muted expressiveness. She thinks that, if he is though, it might suit him better than the concern he was offering her. "No one else was going to come over to pick up after your sorry-ass. My bad. Next time, I'll just make sure to kick you on my way out."
"Asshole. You're the moron wasting both of our time."
She has just enough time to catch sight of him rolling his eyes before his hands are colliding with her shoulders and she’s being shoved into the dirt.
“Ow!” She bites back a growl. “You- You are so damn dramatic, Shinsou.”
He scoffs.
