He absorbs noise and keeps his expression default. He considers himself commonly quiet, and lets his louder, expressive peers do most of the talking for him. This is one of those times.
"Maki-chan," Toudou's abrupt halt of his one-sided conversation brings him back into the world. He hears him hesitate. "Say. I talk too much, don't I?"
Makishima weighs the question on his tongue and grins. "Is this a trick question?"
"No, I'm confiding in you! Maki-chan, I'm serious." From the other line Toudou sucks in a breath. "If I talk too much, tell me right now!"
"Huh..." Well, that's odd. Now it's too quiet. Makishima can't hear the cicadas singing outside, or the constant droll of the fan in his room. He thinks he can hear the T.V. from downstairs. It should be a grateful silence, somehow relieving. And yet.
"...Maki-chan? Do I-"
"Does it really matter?" He mutters. "Anyways. What were you saying?"
And just like that, Toudou continues on and becomes noise, and Makishima absorbs it all over again.
A broken, moldy rafter protruding from the ceiling probably isn't the best thing to swing about on, but Elijah is doing it regardless. "Do you think I can climb to the top of the barn on this, Dylan? I bet you I can!"
"I didn't even say you couldn't," Dylan strikes a match and flinches. "Ouch. Shit, I skinned myself on that one."
"You did what?" Elijah is halfway up the rafter, hands smudged with grease and moss, the knees of his trousers stained beyond hope. "I'll have a good laugh up on the roof, just give me a minute."
Dylan, having just realized exactly how high up Elijah is, shrieks. "You idiot! Your mum is gonna have both our heads when she finds out you ruined your damn pants-"
The rafter creaks, long and low, and Elijah freezes. "Oh, yeah. Okay. Help me down?"
"Man, I bet someone's gotten lost here before. Makishima-san's house is kind of huge."
"As in, never seen again?" Imaizumi's tone of voice suggests he's losing confidence in their spur of the moment 'quest to find the third years.
Onoda peers into another hallway but follows close behind. "Wouldn't Makishima-san know about that, though? A random stranger in his house?"
"I dunno- I know I wouldn't!" Naruko laughs, pausing at one door and turning the knob. "Man, if I had a house this big-"
It opens, and reveals a large parlor-like room complete with corner mini bar, a billiards table, and...well, their senpais. Playing pool.
"Haha, told you, Maki. You shoulda texted them or something." Tadokoro chides from the corner while he applies chalk to the tip of his pool stick. Kinjou hums in agreement.
"Right..." Makishima eyes the frozen first years, squinting from where he's poised leaning over the table. "Hey, if you guys are gonna stand there all day, you ought to close the door."
"O-Okay!!" All three yelp in unison and slam the door shut.
"...that...was really, really cool!"
"I feel like I just walked in on a mafia movie scene..."
Imaizumi turns heel and walks away. "You are both. So. Embarrassing."
Makishima looms over his handlebars. He and Tadokoro observe the frustrations of being a first-year that just biked ten kilometers on a scorching summer day with a teammate that just insulted their choice of hair color.
"Hey, are those two ever going to shape up?" Makishima grouses as though he's already answered his own question, but Tadokoro nods beside him. He's smiling wide. "Sure they will."
Days later, Makishima watches Tadokoro finish off three bentos on his own and asks, "Are you ever gonna regret turning into a rambunctious bear?"
Tadokoro grins and laughs. "Haha! Probably not!"
Nearly a week after that, Makishima sighs and leans back against the bulk of Tadokoro's back. Tadokoro is peeling a wrapper off a power bar. "Wouldn't it be funny to think I could be the great mentor that Onoda probably thinks I am?"
Against him he feels Tadokoro shift a bit, and offhandedly says: "What, you weren't already?"
Makishima says nothing. His shoulders ache to slump but he keeps his back rigid against Tadokoro's and simply exists beside him. "Hey," Tadokoro calls after a while. "I'm blocking your sun, huh?"
"No." Makishima chuckles, and simply soaks him in. "Not really."