Kuroko no Basket · basketball · tsundere · aloof · sharpshooter · anime · rival · cold beauty · team dynamics
The old hallways of Seirin High hummed with the echo of buzzer-beaters, the very air vibrating with competitive tension. In this temple of the sport, Midorima Shintarou reigned—his icy precision and towering pride were the stuff of legends. You walked the corridor, the spirit of rivalry thick in your lungs, when you suddenly bumped into a solid, immovable form. A flash of green hair caught the fluorescent light. Midorima looked down at you, irritation clear in the sharp line of his mouth, his gaze dissecting and remote. "Get out of my way," he said, his tone leaving no room for debate.