A/N: *dumps updates*
Chapter Warnings: Anime Logic, Unreliable Author (lmao)
Three matches.
The first to get 10 points following the official point system (twos and threes) would win the match. Edogawa-kun had brushed up on his knowledge of the game and agreed to use the rules for official matches rather than sticking with streetball ideals. It helped, of course, that all three held honesty and sportsmanship above their simmering competitiveness, so they trusted one another to call in fouls.
Shige-kun tried to put up a fight about the points, "We'd have, at most, 5 shots per match! Where's the fun in that?"
Edogawa-kun's very flat and very deadpan stare shut him up. Tetsuya would love to achieve those levels of nonverbal intimidation without having to rely on the natural unease brought about by someone who could 'appear out of nowhere'.
After hashing out a few more details, the boys were ready (and eager) to start.
The first match went about as expected.
Tetsuya and Shige-kun led the game, bursting with determination and excitement as they scored two consecutive two-pointers. Edogawa-kun had had to concentrate on not using his feet to get the ball and constantly had to be reminded that he didn't have someone to pass it to, but that didn't mean he made it any easier for the boys to get past him.
Unsurprisingly, once Edogawa-kun found his rhythm, he had them running in circles and was trying his hand at threes whenever he could. There had been no weird non-basketball moves this time, but Tetsuya was still impressed that Edogawa-kun had the guts to attempt shooting three-pointers during a game.
Their first match ended with a close call of 11-8 in favor of Edogawa-kun after he finally managed to get a proper three in. Proper needed an emphasis because of course the boy ended up kicking a three-pointer before he did it with his hands.
"Seriously, what are your bones made of?!"
Edogawa-kun pouted, staring at his shin as he flexed his foot. "It'll bruise later. It did the first time around. Maybe I should wear my shin guards?"
"No! That would just encourage you!"
Still fired up after the loss, the second match started right after the first one, which left Tetsuya with no time to recollect himself.
The less said of that game, the better. Edogawa-kun had felt playful and confident enough to confuse them with annoying moves ("–dodging techniques!" "We're playing basketball, Edogawa-kun, please have some respect.") and kicked the intensity of their game up a notch as if it wasn't already hard to keep up with his antics. Horrifyingly, it was also at this point that Edogawa-kun figured out ball spins and promptly abused it.
He ended up winning their game with a five point gap.
"That is so unfair." The whine, of course, came from Shige-kun.
Edogawa-kun blinked in honest confusion. "Huh? Which part?"
"All of it, Edogawa-kun. We can't all be smart enough to calculate ball physics while playing a game."
Despite losing again, Tetsuya was having fun. Basketball usually brought out a giddier side to him, one that didn't care about anything else but the game and the people with him. But there was always something different when he was playing with people whose bonds to him mattered.
(And an old part of him, the one that had called himself Kuroko for the longest, loneliest time, wondered what it would take to keep this forever.)
He had all but forgotten that they sort of bet on something with these matches. And by the looks of it, Shige-kun did as well. The chestnut haired boy was busy swearing revenge and praising Edogawa-kun (and Tetsuya and himself) at the same time.
"We need a break," Edogawa-kun suddenly declared, eyeing him and Shige-kun with an examining gaze. The brunet rubbed and flexed his wrists with a hint of a grimace. "You're both having trouble catching your breath and I've been pulling at muscles I never used this much before."
And that was when Tetsuya noticed how drenched in sweat he was, how his limbs burned and trembled even just standing there. He hadn't even realized how dry his mouth had been until that first sip of disgustingly room temperature water hit his tongue. It felt like if he sat down, he wouldn't be able to get up.
Shige-kun planted himself on the ground with a groan as he, too, realized how tired he was. He's better off than Tetsuya, but not by much. Scrubbing his hair had sweat flying off, his movements sluggish and clumsy as he reached for his bag.
"Man, I didn't even realize I was sweating this much," Shige-kun complained having finally caught his breath, "How long have we been playing anyway?"
"Not that long, actually," Edogawa-kun held his phone up to show them its screen displaying a counter. Just like the two boys, he's sweating heavily, but otherwise looked as if he just had a refreshing jog. "About fifteen minutes."
"What?" Shige-kun yelled in surprise, "That didn't feel like fifteen minutes. There's no way."
Tetsuya was inclined to agree. He felt so tired, like he could throw up with one wrong move. He knows for a fact that they've played for longer before and Tetsuya didn't feel like this. The last time he did was when they played an entire match between the boys in the basketball club and Tetsuya was on the court the entire time. (Because they forgot to sub him off, but he's going to ignore that.)
Edogawa-kun shrugged, "I left the stopwatch app on before we started. If anything, it would be less than fifteen minutes." His delivery was so factual it was hard to argue. "I'll just go buy some drinks. Don't forget to do some stretches while you rest."
As the boy jogged away, Tetsuya decided to follow his instructions.
He carefully sat on the ground and dutifully did some stretches to help with the inevitable soreness he'd feel later. As he did so, Tetsuya absently watched a small flock of birds hop around on top of the metal fence. Perhaps he'd bring something to feed them later.
A few steps away from him, Shige-kun remained on the ground like a sad sack of rice. Tetsuya stared at him, hoping that his intent would make the boy feel it. Seconds later, Shige-kun groaned, threw his disgustingly sweat-soaked towel at Tetsuya, and started stretching as well.
Taking a break had really been necessary. Had Edogawa-kun not stopped them, Tetsuya was sure he would've collapsed in the middle of the game. Shige-kun would have hurt himself.
It was then that he realized something.
This was why Edogawa-kun had set a limit, why he had been adamant to keep their matches short.
The street courts they frequented were usually crowded enough that playing on half is the norm, and no one in their age group expects to be able to use the entire court to themselves even if they manage to collect a full 5-v-5 team. Even then, the time spent playing against teams was actually very arbitrary, wholly dependent on attention span and the revolving doors of substitution of team members.
While Tetsuya and Shige-kun can do well (or less than well, in Tetsuya's case) in pick up games and their respective recreational basketball clubs at school, that doesn't mean they'll do well in the conditions Edogawa-kun had set up.
Because in addition to using a (slightly smaller) full court with only three people, Edogawa-kun had the tendency of having them run for the ball to make up for his rather dismal defense, which made an already tiring game even more exhausting for boys who don't have formal training.
"How can he still move?" Shige-kun let out a big sigh, staring at the direction Edogawa-kun went. They had passed by a couple of vending machines, so it wasn't hard to figure out where he went. "He didn't even look half as winded as us and he did those crazy feints that I didn't know a human body could do."
Tetsuya had to agree. But then, some of his movements did seem familiar, nagging at a faint memory of browsing different sports videos online. "Perhaps Edogawa-kun does gymnastics."
Shige-kun hummed, "I get the martial arts, but I don't know about gymnastics. Why not dance? Ballet? Is he the type?"
"Am I the type to what?"
"Wah!"
Tetsuya clutched his empty water bottle as it slipped his grip.
"Edogawa!" Shige-kun gasped, a hand pressed against his chest. "Why would you do that?!"
Edogawa-kun smiled sheepishly, "Gomen, gomen. I thought you noticed me. Here." The glasses-wearing boy passed them a can of pocari each. "I didn't know what to get so I just went with something practical and– oh, no, no need to repay me."
Surprised at the gesture, the two boys received the offered drinks with quiet thanks. Tetsuya was especially grateful, having just run out of water and still feeling dehydrated.
"That was fast," Shige-kun remarked after chugging his drink, "I thought the vending machines were pretty far."
"I ran," Edogawa-kun replied, grimacing at a sip of his canned coffee, "Why do they always make these things so sweet?"
Ignoring the last comment, Shige-kun gave the boy a flat look. "You ran."
"Yeah." Edogawa-kun blinked, puzzled over the line of conversation.
"Yeah." Shige-kun imitated his tone poorly. "You ran to and from a vending machine who knew how far away after fifteen min– sorry, less than fifteen minutes of a basketball game that had me and Tetsuya trembling with exhaustion."
"I had a lot of practice," Edogawa-kun explained as if his overused sentence explained anything, and completely missed the point by a mile. "And if I didn't run, chances are higher that I would have encountered something I'd rather not."
(Tetsuya wilfully ignored the muttered, "Like a dead body or a bomb or something." Shige-kun didn't seem to have heard it either.)
"Sure," It was amusing to see Shige-kun so close to tearing out his hair in frustration. "I don't suppose you're also the type to do gymnastics besides your already monstrous stamina and laundry list of physical activities."
To their (vindictive, relieved) delight, Edogawa-kun colored with embarrassment. "It was because of a bet!" Which was enough of a confirmation.
Tetsuya finally decided it was time to add in a few cents, teasing beneath his monotone, "Edogawa-kun didn't strike me as a person who gambles a lot."
"I was dragged into it," the boy grumbled, glaring venom at an innocent bird—a dove?—preening itself on the metal fence. "What even brought this on?" When the two boys merely shrugged, Edogawa-kun sighed and changed the subject. "Are we still on for a third game?"
At that question, Shige-kun was roused from his still slightly horrified stupor and sprang up a bit too fast. "Yeah! We still need to beat you!"
There was a pause, then Tetsuya and Edogawa-kun watched as Shige-kun paled and swayed on the spot. Tetsuya immediately went to his friend's aid.
"Yeah, no." Edogawa-kun decided dispassionately, his stare boring holes at Shige-kun as Tetsuya assisted the boy to sit back down. "I don't think so."
Shige-kun whined, batting away at Tetsuya's silent fussing. "I just stood up too fast! We didn't even get to play for long, no way can we stop now. Come on, please? It's just one more game. We even had a deal! You said three matches, not two. Or are you going back on your word?"
Edogawa-kun grunted, watching with narrowed eyes as Shige-kun stood up again, this time slowly and with little fanfare compared to before. Tetsuya hovered but didn't do anything to stop the boy from doing what he wanted.
The tension in the ensuing silence was palpable. Both too stubborn to back down, but only one—Tetsuya would admit in his mind—had a valid reason to be at the moment. As much as he wanted to finish the promised third game just to see if they can win the bet, he wasn't going to contradict Edogawa-kun's judgment. It was clear that of the three of them, Edogawa-kun was in a better position to make decisions.
Finally, after Tetsuya was sure he'd start seeing his breath cloud over with the chill Edogawa-kun's narrow-eyed stare emitted, Edogawa-kun relented. "Five minutes. Whoever's score is higher wins. After that you can play around but no one-on-ones or two-on-ones."
Grins of varying degree were exchanged.
And so the third match started.
It was expected that Tetsuya and Shige-kun's movements would be slower than before, having rather short-sightedly expended all their energy in the first two games. What was surprising was that Edogawa-kun also slowed his pace, concentrating more on careful dribbling than running, but not quite letting up with twisting his body mind-bogglingly. Or—
"I'm getting the hang of it, but I'm still not a basketball player. And I'm only one person!"
—it really shouldn't be that much of a surprise.
In a normal basketball game, five minutes is an ample amount of time to score a few shots. But with an uneven number of players, a team of which only consists of one member and all of them already flagging, it was agony.
The pressure to play well and score didn't stem from the need to win the bet-deal-thing. No, all of it, Tetsuya can ascertain, was born from the competitiveness that Shige-kun's enthusiasm dragged out of them.
Tetsuya wasn't having much luck in sneaking up on Edogawa-kun to steal the ball, the boy somehow knowing where he was no matter how hard he tried. But between him and Shige-kun's defense and plays, Edogawa-kun's advancement was greatly slowed.
They were just outside the three point line on Tetsuya and Shige-kun's basket, the two teaming up to find an opening to steal the ball, but even Tetsuya was finding it difficult to predict their opponent's movements because of Edogawa-kun's odd footwork and quick reflexes. It felt too much like the boy was dancing around them, always in motion, always keeping the ball away from their grasp.
They had no way of knowing how much time had passed, just that they set an alarm for the five minute time limit, but they were conscious of the fact that it would sound sooner rather than later.
Edogawa-kun pursed his lips, eyes darting around before they narrowed at the hoop.
No. He couldn't. There was no way he had the strength or momentum or even height.
To Tetsuya who'd relied even more on his observation skills lately, identifying someone's next probable moves had become easier. The glint in darker blue eyes signaled that Edogawa-kun was gearing up for something, and the direction his body moved meant it was most likely going to be a shot.
They were outside the three point line!
It could be a fake. Edogawa-kun never tried to pull off a fake shot, wasn't experienced enough to use a lot of fakes, but he could have chosen to do it now. It wasn't like they didn't know Edogawa-kun was a risk-taker, daring and bold with his attempts. But that's just it. He was as likely to do a fake as he was to actually take a shot.
There was no time for Tetsuya to signal his partner, so when he saw Shige-kun shift to block the shot, Tetsuya readied himself to counter a fake.
Edogawa-kun bent his knee and half a second later, Shige-kun followed. The brunet twitched and out of reflex, Shige-kun jumped. A fake. Tetsuya moved to reach for the ball, gratified he had considered the possibilities, but quicker than he could have followed, Edogawa-kun pivoted on his foot and managed an almost-fadeaway.
The two teammates watched with wide eyes as the ball arched high, higher, so high that it took them too long to notice the trajectory wasn't right. It fell by the paint where Edogawa-kun had dashed towards and, catching it with utter confidence that it would land there, he jumped and took a shot. It went in.
Snapping out of his surprise, Tetsuya whispered to Shige-kun, "Please run." The boy nodded and took off.
Edogawa-kun had the habit of not going for the ball once he scored, so Tetsuya took advantage of that by running for the ball and, gripping it with both hands raised up to the back of his head, catapulted it towards Shige-kun with all his might. It wasn't an accurate pass, but it did its job by reaching at least the half court line near where Shige-kun had been waiting.
Then Shige-kun drove towards the hoop unimpeded and scored 2 points right before the alarm went off.
Tetsuya panted hard, having exerted himself on that last move. His muscles and lungs burned, and wiping sweat off his face made it all the more apparent. He would have face-planted had Edogawa-kun not grabbed the back of his shirt. That really, really took a lot out of him.
On the other end of the court, Shige-kun wheezed and cheered before deciding the floor was his best friend.
2-2. A draw.
Tetsuya smiled.
It wasn't impressive, especially considering their odds (two basketball players who'd lost twice to a soccer player in basketball). But the two boys did their best even as wrung out as they were.
Under those circumstances, Tetsuya was going to count it as a win.
"I won't train you."
Tetsuya nodded as Shige-kun sighed. That was expected. The condition was to win, and a draw isn't really a win no matter if Tetsuya had counted it as one in his head.
"I'm not a basketball player and I don't think I'd be interested enough to choose it over soccer, so I really don't know why you insisted. But," Edogawa-kun fixed them with another one of his unnerving stares, seriousness giving way to his usual amicable expressions. "What I can do is help you get into better shape. How much do you actually know about physical fitness beyond basketball?"
Their silence was telling.
Tetsuya almost cringed at the half-lidded stare given to them, disappointment and shame weighing him down as he lowered his head. He realized how much of an oversight it was on his part.
Shige-kun took that time to respond, hedging, "Basketball is just basketball, right?"
"Don't you have physical education classes?" Edogawa-kun's voice was dry as he did a very convincing imitation of a disappointed parent. "Playing a sport involves more than just their technical skills. I wouldn't have done so well against you if soccer is just soccer since we regularly use a different set of muscles than basketball or even baseball. But because my body is better conditioned for physical exertion, I was able to maximize what I can do and apply it to a different sport."
Tetsuya can fill in what was unsaid. He already knew that basketball had different dimensions to it. Mental ability mattered just as much as physical ability. Edogawa-kun played using his mind as much as he did with his body, a feat not many even bothered to do and something that put the boy's intelligence into perspective. To do what he did required a lot of creative and quick thinking, not to mention having to struggle with instincts developed for something with very different rules.
And just like in that first game they've played, he's hinting something at Tetsuya.
As if reading where his thoughts were headed, Edogawa-kun curled his lips into a smile and told him, "It's obvious you love basketball, Kuroko-kun, but it's also apparent how hard it is for you to play."
Shige-kun frowned, bothered by the perceived slight against his friend, but not as angry as he might have been if it was from a random person. "Tetsuya can play basketball well enough."
The defense, the protectiveness was appreciated even if, in this instance, Tetsuya felt that it was unnecessary. It was only the truth after all, and neither did it come off as an insult.
"I never said he's shit at it," replied Edogawa-kun, calm as opposed to what his wording might imply. Tetsuya was only mildly surprised by the language. "Just that he needs to reconsider the method. But that's why I'm going to help you. Playing a game is always the best when you put your heart in it, and while I would rather be playing with a soccer ball, playing basketball with you guys isn't that bad."
It was the sincerity, the reluctance to admit to the earnestness revealed by his own words that struck a chord. Edogawa-kun didn't seem to be the sentimental type, but his fondness for soccer quickly bled into his speech. The air around the boy practically sparkled.
However, the following happy, "And no one's screamed murder yet!" was hard to ignore even if Tetsuya very much wanted to.
Shige-kun was also unable to ignore the last part despite looking touched by the small speech. "M-murder?"
The sparkles disappeared.
"A-rere?" Edogawa-kun turned wide, innocent eyes at them, laughing airily as he waved his hand as if to physically bat away his words. "Did I say that out loud? It's just a figure of speech Heiji-niichan likes to say."
'Who would believe that lie?'
As it turns out, Edogawa-kun took his promise to "help" pretty seriously.
And somewhat unsurprisingly, he worked fast.
A day after their three-game deal, Edogawa-kun met them at the park and whisked them off to their court (formerly Tetsuya's) where the two boys were astonished to see chalk markings and some cones neatly set up. Edogawa-kun had a clipboard and a stopwatch in hand, looking like the image of a proper sports instructor. If he wasn't about the same height as Tetsuya, or had the same physique that people tend to underestimate. (Then again, it wasn't an underestimation in Tetsuya's case.)
The glare of light on his glasses as he explained what they would do strangely felt like being welcomed to the gates of the underworld.
They'd spent that afternoon doing drills and tests as Edogawa-kun took note of their performance. And like playing basketball with a playful and determined Edogawa-kun, it was grueling. He made sure they pushed themselves to their limit that had resulted in Tetsuya—ever polite, ever patient Tetsuya—spitting out dry and snarky remarks. Edogawa-kun gave as good as he got.
Shige-kun, the heathen, laughed himself silly as the two exchanged increasingly barbed comments. And then a basketball hit his stomach and a soccer ball sailed across the court, barely missing the side of his face.
Needless to say, it had been quite a day for the boys.
What had been a surprise was that despite being meticulous, Edogawa-kun took a rather hands-off approach; refusing to hold their hands but not leaving them unguided.
Edogawa-kun had given the two boys a dossier and a crash course of physical fitness and how it related to their goal of becoming good basketball players with full expectation that they would educate themselves. Which, surprisingly enough, both boys did without having to be reminded or threatened. It was, afterall, related to basketball and that was about one of the few things that guaranteed both boys' focus and attention.
The dossiers themselves were very informative, complete with diagrams and illustrations to make it easier to understand, and had included a recommendation list of books and websites for further reading. It was only the fact that it was a stack of printed documents stuffed into a folder that clued Tetsuya into the possibility that it was personalized.
Then, after giving them the barebones of a training plan based on their performances, Edogawa-kun had them modify it themselves under his supervision so that "I wouldn't hear any complaints about how difficult it is." On this, the two boys were split.
Tetsuya was more than happy to take all the steps needed to actually tailor it to his needs. Edogawa-kun had sat him down to explain that certain body types cannot handle continuous intense workouts and that while some shooting and dribbling should be okay to do everyday, setting certain days a week to allow his muscles to recuperate would work better for him.
("Edogawa-kun sure knows a lot about this," remarked Tetsuya as he scanned through a list of exercises online with Edogawa-kun's phone.
"I've had to monitor my own body for a while," Edogawa-kun adjusted his glasses. "So it comes with the experience.")
Shige-kun, as someone who'd always preferred to be moving than sitting down to read or think for long periods of time, wrote down exercises off the top of his head. Most of it was reasonable—Shige-kun wasn't hopeless—but there were items that Tetsuya was pretty sure Shige-kun didn't actually know and probably only heard/read it in passing.
Edogawa-kun took one look at it, flicked Shige-kun's forehead with a heartfelt ba'arou, and gave him a completed training plan that he could use as reference.
In the end, they have a full page of exercises each, neatly labeled with the amount of reps and sets or the time duration, and listed on which day of the week it's assigned to. Apparently, they'll have to change it every few days or weeks. Most of them were pretty general, focused on conditioning rather than the technical aspects of basketball, but that's why there's always time to play. Edogawa-kun said that it was up to them to come up with or find basketball-specific drills and exercises.
The finalized plans…could have been worse, but the two boys had come to a decision that they wouldn't mind spending their summer break working on it. If that meant some very sore muscles, then that just meant they were one step closer to being better basketball players.
"Both of you, work together," Edogawa-kun told them a full week and a half after their three-game deal. The smirk on his face was (sly, coy, goading) encouraging. "Keep track of each other's progress. No one's forcing you to do this, but I hope you don't slack off after all the work we've put into it."
Coming from the boy who beat them at their own game, it did nothing but harden their resolve.
For the rest of summer break—a mere three or so weeks spent playing basketball, following their training plans, and squeezing in the time to accomplish their summer homework—Tetsuya and Shige-kun were able to get to know more about Edogawa-kun and his, er, hectic life.
The glasses-wearing boy usually arrived by late afternoon in varying states of tired, unkempt, or practically breathing in coffee. When asked, he gives vague explanations of stumbling over some sort of trouble that had to be resolved or that he hadn't slept well. It was rare for him to make an appearance earlier than noon, but when he did, he always somehow finds Tetsuya and they wile away their hours with reading and the occasional comment.
Edogawa-kun didn't drop by everyday, but not one visit came where he didn't look bogged down by something.
Tetsuya and Shige-kun did their best to distract him, either by inviting him to play basketball (of course), making a fool of themselves with a soccer ball, or just riding out the summer heat with some freeze pops and companionship. All the while Edogawa-kun embodied the devil to keep them focused on their respective not-training.
(Target practice with Edogawa-kun's soccer balls was a very effective deterrent to any thought of slacking. Any suggestions of including it as part of their exercises were vehemently denied no matter if it would actually help them.
The metal fence was permanently bent. There was no doubt what it would do to the human body.)
Usually, Edogawa-kun leaves with a smile, but even if he didn't, he left with a more relaxed gait.
"Edogawa must have really bad friends if he always looks like that," Shige-kun had grumbled one late afternoon, absently spinning the basketball on his finger. "He's spending a lot of time here, too. I mean, I love hanging around with him and I think he's awesome—not as much as you, though, Tetsuya!—but…doesn't it kind of seem like he's avoiding them or something?"
Tetsuya understood his discontent, the conclusions Shige-kun is coming to, but having some sort of idea on some things that might trouble Edogawa-kun... "Perhaps we shouldn't judge people we never met, Shige-kun."
Each word left a sour taste in his mouth. Tetsuya wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable when it came to dealing with relationships, but the want to just help without knowing how to was upsetting.
(Or was it because it felt like he was, again, an outsider trying to look in? Wasn't he Edogawa-kun's friend?)
Shige-kun huffed. "I just wish he'd stop pretending that everything was fine whenever we ask. It's like he's always waiting for the other shoe to drop."
Tetsuya paused, mulling over what his companion just said. It was true. Edogawa-kun kept a certain distance between them, often physical but less noticeably in conversations as well. The wariness and vigilance never diminished even with near-daily friendly interactions.
"Yosh! It's decided!"
Shige-kun's outburst made Tetsuya side-eye the boy.
With a grin, the chestnut haired boy threw Tetsuya's ball back to him. "If basketball isn't enough to make him see that we're really his friends, then we'll just have to show it somewhere else, right?"
That's right. A lot of their interactions with Edogawa-kun revolved around basketball, didn't it? And while they had bonded well with their shared love for sports, a world outside of it existed as well.
Was that it? Did Edogawa-kun believe that their friendship was solely based on one subject? That he can't open up to them with his other problems because they existed outside of that bubble? A month or so wasn't that long of a time to expect someone to be so close, but Tetsuya needed—
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Shige-kun flicked his forehead. The other boy frowned at him, "Oi, didn't I just say we'll just have to show him? So lighten up!" Shige-kun's grin went back on. "You fight for your friends, right? Even if it's from themselves or something else."
And Tetsuya was reminded of those first days when Shige-kun was Ogiwara-san. When all Tetsuya knew was being a Kuroko. The chestnut haired boy had stubbornly latched on to him, uncaring of how cold and distant Tetsuya had been from the start. Instead, he'd stubbornly plowed through all the deflections and cold-shoulders until—
"Shige-kun must have been thinking about this for a long, long time. I hope he will reserve some of that energy for when classes start so he will not fail any of his subjects."
"Oi, shut up!"
Tetsuya laughed.
Chapter End
I'm talking out of my ass, okay? We had, like, one semester's worth of Physical Fitness and we did have to make our own training/exercise plan, but that doesn't make me knowledgeable at all. And my logic mostly came from my experience playing lawn tennis and badminton where I turned out to be ambidextrous for badminton but not in tennis (because muscles and equipment weight).