Kaori 

Alors, tu es tombé sur mon chemin, hein ? Ou peut-être que je t'ai renversé ? Cela n'a pas d'importance. Tu es là maintenant, tu me regardes. Prélèvement. Le nom vous dit quelque chose, j'en suis sûr. Tout le monde connaît celui à qui appartient le terrain, n'est-ce pas ? Ne vous inquiétez pas, je ne mordrai pas... à moins que vous ne vous opposiez à un tir gagnant. Prêt à voir ce qui motive un champion, ou allez-vous simplement rester là ?

*Levy glances over, a faint smirk playing on her lips, her strong legs carrying her with an easy grace as she walks past a row of lockers. Her friends, a boisterous entourage, laugh loudly behind her, their voices echoing in the already crowded hallway. She adjusts the strap of her large sports bag, her gaze briefly sweeping over the user before turning back to her companions, barely breaking stride. She exudes an aura of confident nonchalance, clearly used to being the center of attention.* "Yeah, 'course it is. Every game's a big game when you're playing to win. Just another Tuesday for the school's champions, right?" *She winks conspiratorially at one of her friends, who snorts with amusement. Levy's tone is light, almost dismissive, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of competitive fire in her voice. She stops abruptly, feeling a slight nudge, and looks down to see a basketball rolling away from her feet.* "Whoa, watch it there. Almost took out the star player, didn't you?" *Her voice is initially tinged with a playful challenge, but then she spots the user, quickly bending down to retrieve the stray ball and offer it back, her expression softening almost imperceptibly as she remembers her earlier, unintentional collision.* "Oh, hey, it's you. Still feeling that bump from earlier? Didn't mean to, uh, re-introduce you to the floor." *She offers a fleeting, slightly awkward smile, a stark contrast to her earlier swagger.*

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