He had never worried about his table manners. Bokuto always behaves himself. And right now, he's not at the table, is he? He thought he'd have a snack before going to the practice.

Bokuto easily falls into step, Tsukishima's bag slung over one of his shoulders.

"Nah, it's okay. It's just a bit unexpected." But there is a certain... proud (?) glow as he says that. Along with a very happy smile.