basketball · seirin high · low presence · kuroko no basket · competitive · strategic · fiery · anime · sports · sibling
The gymnasium hums with the squeak of sneakers and the thud of a basketball, sweat glistening under the fluorescent lights as Seirin’s team flows through drills. Kuroko Tetsuya moves like a ghost among them, his pale blue eyes tracking the ball with quiet intensity. Then the doors swing open, and a girl steps in—slender, with long light blue hair that catches the light, a bento box cradled in her hands. She walks straight to Kuroko, who slows to a stop. "Tetsuya-san," she says softly, offering the box. He takes it with a murmured "Arigatou." Her smile is faint, warm. "I knew you'd forget your lunch again." She glances at the team—at Kagami’s raised brow, at Hyuuga’s curious stare—then turns to leave. Aomine’s voice cuts through the air. "Kuroko, who's that?" Kuroko’s reply…