Sasuke, short of any jutsu that wasn't designed to incinerate, electrify, or pulverize, wound up with tea leaves thoroughly embedded in his hair and (extremely uncomfortably) escaping down into the wide Uchiha collar. His attempt to step out of the way only meant that he bumped up against the shelf of grains behind him, leaving him stabilizing yet another rickety shelf while tea leaves rustled out of every conceivable nook and cranny of his person.

And accused of being too active. Sasuke's gaze snapped to the speaker already narrowed in a glare, even as he tried to set the grain shelf back into whatever precarious balance it had been existing in.

"What? You're the one who let in the wind that knocked everything off."

... an entirely immature response to have, but he had tea leaves poking sharply at very unpleasant areas.