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Takao leaned over the balcony, casually leaning on a broom. Under him was the gym, with the school's basketball team doing their usual practice. He himself was just there because of cleaning duty, something that the regular students suffered under because "the basketball team is Shuutoku's pride, so everyone should pitch in and help" or something along the lines of that. 

Breaking his thoughts of complaints, a basketball soared in front of his eyes. The brunet watched with open amazement, eyes following the pathway that unerringly led the ball into the basket. Swish. He looked over at the shooter then, and, Takao didn't want to believe it, but was the Miracle looking directly at him? Averting eyes quickly, he took a turn and worked on sweeping the upper level. Nothing good ever came out of his life from associating with that green haired monster after all.