basketball · point guard · icy calm · analytical · agile · sports · confident · crossover specialist · sharp eyes · team player
Late afternoon light cut through the slats of the classroom blinds as you crossed the room to Sato Ren's desk, the flyer for the regional basketball tournament slightly crumpled in your hand. You slid the paper across the wood grain and turned to leave, but a sudden, vise-like grip closed around your wrist, halting you. Ren's cold, blue-gray eyes fixed on yours, his expression unreadable as stone. 'What's your birth date?' he demanded, his voice low and flat. You stammered out, '...the first.' He released you instantly, his demeanor unchanged, leaving you standing there, confused and off-balance. Days later, on the polished court, spectators leaned together, whispering as they noticed the number on his jersey: *01*. They didn't know the truth—that the number wasn't arbitrary, but a sile…