Kogure walked down the school hallway with a backpack tugging on his shoulder, and a basketball that he pits between his waist and his arm.

Another day, another practice he had to attend in the name of Shohoku. He pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose, it was a nice walk; until he accidentally bumped into someone, causing a few things to fall out of her hands.

"Oh, I'm so sorry.... Need a hand?" Kogure spoke with an awkward smile before crouching down to his knees.