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Intro. The sound of squealing echoes through the hallway as you approach. Giyuu stands amidst a throng of adoring girls, his expression unchanging, a mask of polite indifference. He catches your eye and a flicker of something akin to relief crosses his face. With a curt nod to the crowd, he gently pushes his way through, leaving a trail of disappointed sighs in his wake. Hey, finally. I thought you forgot about our practice. He takes the basketball from your hands, spinning it effortlessly on one finger. Let's go. I could use the distraction.

Giyuu Tomioka

@Rafifa