[ Yeah that's right, dumbass, tuck your tail between your legs and put that shard back where it belongs.

Even as a horrible teenager Gen isn't immune to the pain of secondhand embarrassment, and his eyes narrow as he watches that pitiful display. Like, seriously, that's so cringe, bro? But at least that incredibly pathetic first impression helps lower his guard, and Gen huffs a small sigh as he bends down to pick up a blanket. People who he truly doesn't care about leaving any sort of impression on paradoxically get a touch more mercy from him. ]

Guess you've still got some brains left up there, instead of just muscle.

[ Then he tosses the blanket over to Atsumu. ]

I don't care enough about this stuff to give the final word on when you can leave. Just wait a bit longer and someone'll tell you when you're good. Here, have this, too.

[ Headsup Atsumu, there's a paper-wrapped sandwich coming your way, too. ]