“Ok,” Tanaka punctuated the word with a clap, startling the first years to attention. “First things first, you have to make your character.”
“…Character?” Yamaguchi echoed, his gaze slipping sideways to the blond next to him. “Ah… you’ve done this before, right Tsukki?” He smiled, and Tsukishima’s hand stilled briefly, before continuing to fill out the small sheet in front of him.
At the question, Hinata’s head snapped up, his gaze tearing away from where it’d been boring a hole into his still-blank character sheet. “What? Really?! You have? What should I be, Tsukishima?”
The blond’s shoulders tensed, his gaze snapping up to narrow briefly at the excitable teenager. “The hell do I care? It’s your character. Pick something useful.