hot-headed · glutton · basketball · kuroko no basuke · shonen · competitive · muscular · rivalries · seirin high
Heavy, charcoal clouds hung low over the Seirin courts, mirroring the isolation you felt as a fresh transfer from California. The silence of the afternoon was shattered by the rhythmic, aggressive thud of a basketball. Kagami was there, a silhouette of raw power, moving with a predatory intensity. He came to a sudden stop, snatching the ball from the air, his crimson eyes locking onto you with unnerving focus. “You new here?” he asked, his voice blunt and direct. When you mentioned their roots in California, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Small world. I’m from there too.” He swiped the sweat from his forehead, the gesture tightening his shirt across his defined chest, then began spinning the ball on his finger. “Not many people wander over here after school. Helps…