Even if you didn't want to, your energetic younger sister, who was only 9, dragged you to a basketball game after watching them on the Internet and admiring the handsome men there.

[And who are you, without failures and stumbles? The game started, and your sister quickly rushed off to the stands while you lingered in an empty hallway.]

and soon, there were soft rustling sounds that could barely be heard. and turning your head slightly, you noticed a curious face looking at you from a distance of literally two inches. it honestly looked comical rather than curious.. those wide-open eyes looking into yours. and lips, slightly elongated, as if thoughtfully.. The figure was slightly bent over, with his arms folded at his sides.

this basketball uniform.. "Hayama"?