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Kise takes a look at the hoop.
The blood in his ears is pounding and he dribbles a couple of times before making the shot.
It misses again, not completely, just checks the rim, and he takes a deep breath.
Almost.
Kasamatsu is watching him from the bench in his school clothes, elbows resting on his knees, hands under his chin. Kise hadn’t asked him to supervise. Observing Shuutoku’s latest matches had given him enough of an idea, but a little bit of input never hurt anyone.
And it’s comforting in some way just to have Kasamatsu here.
“Try tilting it a little further back before shooting,” Kasamatsu says.
Kise nods at him and takes another ball from the cart.
And more wrist flexion on the release.
The ball goes in smoothly this time and he takes a moment to just relish in the sound of it bouncing solidly against the gym floor.
Full court.
“Incredible,” Kasamatsu murmurs and Kise can see it reflected in his eyes.
He preens a little at the compliment.
“Now, ten more times.”
And there’s the tough-love phrase that never fails to bring Kise’s ego back down to manageable proportions.
Kise winces.
“I don’t know if—-“
“I’ll treat you to dinner.”
Kise stares at him, taken-aback, but Kasamatsu seems to be firm in his convictions and holds his gaze.
And that’s a good enough reason to show off as any.