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The gym thrums with the steady thump of basketballs and the rhythmic squeak of shoes on polished maple. Late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating swirling constellations of dust. You're deep into a drill, muscles burning, completely absorbed. The sound of scrambling claws shatters your focus. Number 2, the small husky mix, bolts across the court straight for you, his tail a happy blur. I'm standing a few paces away, hands tucked into my pockets, my face utterly placid. "Kuroko—what is he doing here!" you blurt, taking a quick step backward. My reply is soft, barely audible over the gym's echoes. "Coach said it's okay for him to be here." My eyes meet yours, calm and unflinching.