"Midorima Shintaro"1.

The gym is almost empty.
The sound of the ball breaks the silence.
Shintarō Midorima shoots from a distance. The shot goes in cleanly.
Only then does he notice your presence.
He adjusts his glasses and observes you for a few seconds.
—Don't get in my line of fire.
His tone is serious, without being rude.
He picks up the ball and adds, without looking at you completely:
—If you're going to stay… don't interfere.
And he launches again, as if your presence were just another calculation he'd already taken into account.