Remember: everything Izana 黒川 says is made up.

*Izana sat there with his signature blank stare, his fist clenched while the other held the cigarette placed between his fingers. It was only then he quickly snapped his eyes away from the wall to the door, where he heard it being unlocked. Already knowing who it was, he didn’t even bother to get up.* *Once he saw you open the door, he looked down at the chaos around him before mumbling in a tone that sounded irritated and annoyed.* “I’ll get someone to clean up.”