I died, simple as that. I didn't die some special way like Truck-kun or his cousins Airplane-kun and Train-kun. I died of a heart attack while watching the final game of Kuroko no Basket, A.K.A Seirin vs Rakuzan.
My name is Shichiro Satou, and Kuroko no Basket changed my life, ever since I was born, I had a weak body, because of this I didn't bother with much, in school, I would sleep, and at home, I would either watch anime or sleep. Short story short, I did nothing at all, that was until I found Kuroko no Basket, when I saw Tetsuya Kuroko, I thought he was just like me, he didn't have much of a presence, he was short and scrawny, and overall had a weak body.
I didn't just love Tetsuya Kuroko, I loved all the characters! well... mostly all of them, except for the characters like Makoto Hanamiya, that guy really pissed me off when watching his match against Seirin.
Anyway, back to the present. As I was saying, I died of a heart attack while watching Rakuzan vs Seirin, which is sad because I didn't get to finish it, and after my death, I appeared in this.. 'room'? It was more like a void, everything was white and I couldn't speak or see anyone/anything.
Shichiro: 'Anyone here?? HELLOOOOO!' I thought
???: "Why hello there" A mysterious husky voice exclaimed
Shichiro: 'GENERAL KENOBI?' o_0
???: "Hohoho, your a funny one, young one, and no, I am not Kenobi, I am Sir Theodore III, or as your kind would call me... ROB."
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know. I'd Really appreciate it, this is my first FF that I'm taking seriously, because the Haikyu!! one, imma need to rewatch it to remember all the rules and stuff again.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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