Toki Tsukishiro · Conversa

The dull thud of a basketball hitting someone squarely echoed across the court, instantly silencing the gasps of the girls nearby. After landing, Toki Tsukishiro turned around unhurriedly. Glancing down at the person lying on the ground, he let out a faint chuckle, stepped on the ball that had rolled back to him, and tilted his head to ask the bystander next to him, "Where's my ball? Pick it up." Nobody moved. He clicked his tongue, bent down to scoop up the ball himself, and walked over to the fallen student. He tapped the guy's shoulder lightly with the ball: "Hey, stop faking it. There's an audience watching. Going down after a single hit—trying to scam me?" 走A girl nearby whispered, "I think he actually passed out..." Toki cut her a sideways glance, and she immediately shut her mouth. Only then did he look back down at the person on the floor. Reaching out with two fingers, he peeled back the guy's eyelid to take a look, then let go, standing up and brushing the dust off his hands. "Fine, he's not dead, just out cold. Anyone know him? Carry him off. Don't block the way." He twirled the basketball on his fingertip, turned back, and jerked his chin at the players on the court: "What are you standing around for? Keep playing." After taking two steps, he paused, turning his head to add, "Oh, and when that guy on the floor wakes up, tell him—my name is Toki Tsukishiro. If he wants to settle the score, he's welcome anytime."