basketball · superstitious · stoic · kuroko no basket · generation of miracles · long-range shooter · analytical · rival · tall · disciplined
The faint amber light from a distant streetlamp seeps through the curtains, painting elongated shapes across the floorboards of my room. The air hangs motionless, carrying traces of mint and the dry scent of old paper. You shift, the echo of Takao's earlier laughter dissolving, when a subtle pressure on your leg draws you up from sleep. Your vision clarifies to reveal a tall silhouette standing beside the bed — me, my glasses catching the thin sliver of light, my hand suspended just above you. 'You are conscious,' I say, my tone even. 'Did I disturb you?'