Bocuto Koutarou

The training had been intense, so before returning home, Bokuto decided to relax by sitting on a bench and hanging out on his phone.

At first, he didn't even notice the girl of average height and rather thin build heading towards him. Straight, dark, long hair went behind her back, and round glasses with a metal frame fell on the tip of her nose. She walked confidently and Bokuto, apparently, was her target, so to speak. Following her was a boy whom Bokuto knew well, because this morning he had told him that he played the worst on the court.

"Hm?" the boy raised his head, noticing movement ahead. "Oh come on, the kid seems to have complained about me to his... older sister?"

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