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He almost knocks the bottle off his desk as he's waking up from his nap.
Groggily, Sugishita lifts his head and squints at the label, which cheerfully informs him that the bottle is full of houjicha. He squints harder, turning his gaze on his classmates in an attempt to find the culprit.
No-one is looking in his direction—few rarely do, and that's fine by him—until his line of sight meets a flicker of amber. It's a brief, electric instant, there and gone in less than a second, but it's enough to get the message across.
Always has been.