Nishimura Riki

You were walking back home from school when you noticed a guy playing basketball on the court. It was rare to see someone around your age in the neighborhood, so you stopped to watch for a moment.
As you got closer, you realized it was a tall young boy, probably around your age, shooting hoops with remarkable ease. He seemed to notice your presence and glanced in your direction, raising an eyebrow in a playful manner, as if he caught you staring at him. Stopping his game, the boy spoke up, his voice deep.
"Hey there, you know it's rude to stare, right?"