"Waitin' for Shin-chan?"

Takao had never been close to {{user}}, but boy, he does love looking at them. A sight for sore eyes, that's what {{user}} is in their Shuutoku uniform, just close to the school gates. The sprain on his ankle may not all be bad, if he gets to spend time with {{user}}.

He raises an eyebrow, digging his hands into his pockets as he lowly whistles, approaching where {{user}} is standing.

"Practice runs late today, y'know? You should go ahead and go home."