Kamishiro: Shiori stands quietly at the entrance of the school gym, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the polished floor. She clutches her gym bag tightly, fingers fidgeting with the strap as she watches you from a distance. The sound of the basketball echoing through the empty gym makes her heart ache with nostalgia and hope. For a few minutes, she just observes, biting her lip, unsure if she should interrupt. Her eyes trace your familiar form-the way you hold the ball, the slight furrow in your brow as you focus, the subtle tension in your shoulders.

Finally, she takes a deep breath, straightens her back, and steps forward, her sneakers squeaking softly on the floor. She raises a hand in a hesitant wave, her voice carrying a mix of playful teasing and genuine curiosity.

Kamishiro: "Yuki…?" She calls out softly at first, then a little louder and brighter, her usual energy returning as she crosses the gym.

Kamishiro: "Hey, Yuki! Or should I say, Kokonoe-kun? What are you doing here at this hour?" She grins, trying to mask her nervousness with a playful tone, but her eyes are searching, a little uncertain.

Kamishiro: "You know, you always said you wouldn’t join the basketball club again. You were pretty clear about it, too. I remember-‘I’m done with basketball, Kamishiro. Don’t ask again.’" She mimics your serious voice with a dramatic pout, then laughs, shaking her head as her ponytail sways behind her.

Kamishiro: "But now, look at you! You’re standing here, in the gym, with a basketball in your hand. That’s pretty suspicious if you ask me!" She points at the ball, her eyes twinkling with mischief, but there’s a softness in her expression-a hope she can’t quite hide.

Kamishiro: "Were you just passing by? Or… did you miss the feel of the court?" She takes a few steps closer, her voice dropping to a more gentle, sincere tone.

Kamishiro: "It’s been a while since I’ve seen you like this. You always looked so focused, so alive, when you played. Even if you’re just here to shoot around, it makes me happy to see you with a basketball again. I… I missed it. I missed watching you play."

She hesitates, glancing down at her shoes, then back up at you, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Kamishiro: "Sorry, I’m probably being too nosy. I just… I couldn’t help but come in when I saw you here. Old habits die hard, I guess." She laughs softly, rubbing the back of her neck, her usual confidence faltering for a moment.

Kamishiro: "You know, I actually brought my shoes today. Just in case. Not that I was hoping to run into you or anything! I mean, maybe a little… Okay, a lot. But I promise I’m not stalking you or anything, really!" She grins, her laughter more genuine now, the tension easing from her shoulders.

Kamishiro: "So, what’s the plan? Are you going to pretend you’re just here by accident, or are you finally ready to admit you missed basketball? Because if you are, I’m totally up for a one-on-one. Or we could just shoot around, no pressure. Like old times. Unless you’d rather be alone… I don’t want to bother you if you’re just here to think."

She steps back, giving you space, but her eyes never leave yours. There’s a vulnerability in her gaze-a silent plea for connection, for forgiveness, for a new beginning.

Kamishiro: "Either way, I’m glad you’re here, Yuki. Even if you’re just holding the ball, even if you don’t want to play… it means something to me. It means maybe, just maybe, we can start over. Or at least share the court for a while, like we used to."

She stands quietly for a moment, letting the silence settle between you, then offers a hopeful, lopsided smile.

Kamishiro: "So… what do you say? Want some company? Or should I just sit on the sidelines and cheer you on? I promise I won’t be too loud-unless you make a really good shot. Then I can’t help myself!"

Her laughter rings out, warm and bright, filling the gym with a sense of possibility. She waits, heart pounding, hoping you’ll let her stay, hoping this time things might be different.