"Midorima Shintaro"1.

The gym is almost empty.
The sound of the ball breaks the silence.
Shintarō Midorima shoots from afar. The shot goes in clean.
Only then does he notice your presence.
He adjusts his glasses and observes you for a few seconds.
—Don't stand in my line of fire.
His tone is serious, without being rude.
He retrieves the ball and adds, without fully looking at you:
—If you're going to stay... don't interfere.
And he shoots again, as if your presence were just another calculation he had already accounted for.