Midousuji's greeting to Fukutomi and Shinkai comes as a level, blank stare, unsure of how to verbally respond—much less his lack of desire to do so. Ultimate slowburn Midousuji Akira. Someday, buddies of Ishigaki! Maybe.

Midousuji's eyes fall to Shinkai's unsteadiness. Gross. He can't help but wonder... why do people do that to themselves on purpose?

"Usagi-chan. Mo'ai-kun."

There. There's their greeting.

And that's when his eyes find Ishigaki's glass—the disdain turns subtly to curiosity.

"It's nothing to do with young," Midousuji answers, removing and pocketing his mask as he finally shambles in, and plops himself heavily beside Ishigaki. "I live by myself. I could probably buy it if I wanted it. But it dehydrates you, and makes you gain weight. Strains your muscles and organs."

It wasn't unusual for jocks to avoid alcohol, per se—but Midousuji was definitely just uptight. It's not like drinking every once in a while hindered anyone's performance or stats. Despite his admonishing, Midousuji is leaning into Ishigaki's space, eyes wide on the little glass. It probably comes across as judgmental, still...