This is like breathing to Takao, his favorite place on earth. He'll be in motion for the ball but first, he admires the way Midorima takes the shot. It's perfect, every time and he is a always impressed. Proud to be the guy who gets to stand at his side on the court and make those shots possible.

He is halfway to the ball as it is bouncing and Midorima speaks. Yesterday, ten minutes ago it does not matter, he is glad to run each and every shot a hundred times. The smile on his face says as much as he turns around to run backward for a moment, waving his hand in the air. "Yeah Yeah Shin-chan, you got it."

Every time his feet hit the pavement is like music to his ears, he grabs the ball up. The heat of the day, the crazy stuff he heard when he got here. Even the damn kotatsu are all forgotten as he runs down the court, ball dribbling, fingers curling around it as it comes back each time.

He goes past Midorima, spins his feet going to his toes as he fades once to the right because he has to, then he is en route to place the ball where it belongs. He doesn't have to tell Midorima to be ready, he will be and Takao knows it. His eyes catch the second he is in position and with a graceful flick, he lets the ball fly into Midorima's hand from the left, satisfaction in knowing it will find it's way home.