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[ this game is getting sort of aggressive, isn't it? even chiaki's getting into it. he's fired up, and when he takes the ball back, he's quick to dribble around him, shifting on the balls of his feet to get the ball through so they're face to face (even if that body contact was?? nice??). he moves to give it a dribble between his legs, shoulder bumping into subaru's a little harder than he meant to, almost certainly enough to knock him off of his feet. ]

--Akehoshi! [ chiaki realizes himself just a second later; his three pointer clangs off the rim because he's distracted, and he drops down to check on his underclassman. what just happened? chiaki's never that aggressive. ] Are you alright?! I'm sorry--!

[ his dumb dog ears are drooping, even. ]