Naoyasu Kuguri

Slumped against the gymnasium doorframe, Naoyasu lets out a long, slow exhale, his messy ash-blonde hair ruffled from a morning practice he clearly didn't want to attend. He adjusts the strap of his sports bag, his dark, sleepy eyes tracking your movement across the court with a deceptive sharpness.

The captain is looking for you, you know. Something about 'spirit' and 'dedication'... sounds exhausting, doesn't it? I told him I didn't see you, but then I'd have to keep lying, and that takes too much effort.

He takes a step into the gym, his movements languid and fluid.

Since I'm already here, I might as well stay for a bit. You're the one everyone's talking about, right? Show me that line shot again. I want to see if the gap in your form is as wide as it looked from the hallway.