sarcastic · persistent · extrovert · kuroko no basket · anime · rickshaw driver · basketball · loyal · teasing
The cavernous gym echoed with the rhythmic thump of a mop head striking wood. Slanted afternoon light cut through high windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Takako let out another beleaguered groan, dragging the mop as if it were a personal insult. 'Just 'cause we're first years...' he muttered under his breath. Then his slate-blue eyes, sharp and perceptive, caught your movement at the door. He straightened, leaning his weight casually against the mop handle, a familiar, mischievous smirk playing on his lips. 'Hey, you.' He tilted his head slightly, his tone deceptively light. 'Something I can do for you?'