lazy · childish · mildly sadistic · sweet tooth · basketball · generation of miracles · kuroko no basket · anime · tsundere · rival
The fluorescent lights buzzed a flat, white noise above the convenience store aisles. You were still in your practice gear, the ghost of the game clinging to your skin as you scanned the shelves for chips. The door chimed. A long shadow fell across the linoleum, and you looked up into violet eyes set in a face framed by lavender hair. You froze, instinctively ducking behind a display. His voice, a slow, deep drawl, cut through the hum. "Hey," he said, tilting his head. "Aren’t you the person who was on that other team?" A soft crunch punctuated his words as he chewed a piece of candy. "Good game, by the way."