_Kuroko no basket ball_

-----------A FEW MONTHS LATER---------

Here's a more developed version of your scene:

A few months had passed since Luin's grandfather's passing, but the weight of his absence still pressed heavily on him. The court was alive with the sharp sounds of sneakers skidding against pavement, the rhythmic dribble of the ball, and the occasional clank of metal as the ball hit the hoop's rim.

Luin stood at the edge of the game, gripping the basketball loosely in his hands. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were unfocused, staring through the asphalt as if lost in thought. His grandfather had been his greatest supporter, the one who had always watched his games, no matter how small or unimportant they seemed. The memory of his voice, cheering from the sidelines, felt distant now.

"Luin!" Kagami's sharp voice cut through his thoughts. The redhead had his hands on his hips, sweat glistening on his brow. "Are you even playing, or do you want to sit this one out?"

Kuroko, standing quietly beside Kagami, studied Luin with his usual unreadable expression, but there was a certain softness in his gaze. "Luin-kun, you don't seem like yourself," he observed. "If something is wrong, you can talk to us."

Luin blinked, snapping back to reality. He forced a smirk, attempting to mask the dull ache in his chest. "Tch. You guys worry too much," he muttered, spinning the ball on his fingertip. "I'm fine. Let's just play."

But as the game resumed, his movements lacked their usual precision. His passes weren't as sharp, and his defense had noticeable gaps. Kagami, usually too absorbed in the thrill of competition to notice small details, began to frown.

"Luin, what the hell is up with you today?" he finally snapped after blocking yet another one of Luin's sluggish attempts at a shot.

Luin clenched his jaw. He didn't want to talk about it—didn't want to burden them with something they couldn't fix. His grandfather was gone, and no amount of sympathy could change that. But as he met Kuroko's steady gaze, something inside him wavered.

"You don't have to pretend," Kuroko said quietly, dribbling the ball once before passing it gently to Luin. "We're your teammates, Luin-kun. We'll play with you, whether you're at your best or not."

Luin stared at the ball in his hands, fingers tightening around it. For the first time in weeks, the numbness in his chest cracked just a little. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled and lifted his head. "Alright," he muttered. "Let's go again."

The ball bounced off the cracked pavement, echoing in the quiet evening air. Kagami drove hard to the basket, his powerful legs propelling him upward as he dunked with a resounding slam. The rim rattled, but he landed with an easy smirk, spinning back toward the others.

"Too easy," he taunted, stretching his arms behind his head. "Come on, Kuroko, at least try to stop me."

Kuroko, standing by the three-point line, remained impassive. "I already passed to Luin-san," he stated, his voice calm.

Luin, however, had barely moved. The basketball sat at his feet, forgotten. His usual sharp focus was missing, his gaze distant as if he wasn't even seeing the court in front of him.

Kagami's smirk faded. "Hey," he called, walking over and nudging Luin's arm with the ball. "Earth to Luin. You good?"

Luin blinked, seeming to realize where he was. He reached down, picking up the ball, but his movements lacked their usual precision. "Yeah… I'm fine," he murmured, though the hollowness in his voice said otherwise.

Kuroko stepped closer, his unreadable expression softening just a fraction. "You don't have to be here if you're not up for it."

Luin exhaled sharply, gripping the ball tighter. "I want to be here," he muttered. "I just…" He cut himself off, shaking his head as if trying to push away the weight settling in his chest.

Kagami rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Comforting people wasn't exactly his strong suit. "Look, man… If you need a break, we get it."

Luin inhaled deeply, then, with sudden force, bounced the ball hard onto the pavement. "No," he said, his voice steadier this time. "Let's keep playing."

Kuroko studied him for a moment before nodding. "Alright."

Kagami grinned, relief washing over him. "Then I hope you're ready, 'cause I'm not going easy on you."

The game resumed, but this time, Kagami and Kuroko subtly adjusted their pace—not enough to make it obvious, but just enough to keep Luin moving without overwhelming him. And as Luin dribbled forward, some of the tension in his shoulders eased, if only for a little while.

Got it! I'll make sure to include the honorifics and emphasize Kagami's persistent teasing toward Kuroko. Here's your continuation:

The ball bounced harshly against the asphalt as Kagami dribbled past Kuroko, his usual cocky smirk plastered across his face. "Come on, Kuroko-kun, you're not even trying today!" he taunted, easily swiping past his shorter teammate and going for a flashy dunk. The rim rattled as the ball slammed through, and Kagami landed with a confident huff.

Kuroko, unfazed as always, merely blinked at him. "You could pass more, Kagami-kun," he said in his usual monotone, picking up the ball.

Kagami scoffed. "Pass? Why would I pass when I can do this—" He tried to grab the ball from Kuroko, but the latter used his quick reflexes to maneuver around him, making a clean bounce pass toward Luin.

But Luin didn't react. The ball hit his shoe and rolled away.

Kagami's smirk faded. "Oi, Luin-san?"

Kuroko's sharp eyes flicked to their friend, noting the absent expression on his face. Luin hadn't been himself since his grandfather passed, and now it was showing more than ever.

Kagami exchanged a look with Kuroko before stepping forward, his voice softer but still direct. "Luin-san, are you even here right now?"

Luin blinked slowly, as if pulling himself from a distant thought. "…Sorry," he mumbled, rubbing the back of his head. "I wasn't paying attention."

Kuroko picked up the ball and handed it back to him. "It's alright," he said, voice steady but kind. "We're here to play. Let's focus."

Kagami, not one to handle emotions well, clapped Luin hard on the back. "Yeah! And if you don't start paying attention, I'm dunking over you next!" He grinned, his usual energy trying to lift the mood.

Luin managed a small smile. "Yeah… I'll try."

Kuroko watched him carefully before nodding. "Good. Then let's continue."

Kagami huffed, bouncing the ball once before throwing an arm around Kuroko's shoulder. "But first—Kuroko-kun, admit that I'm the best player here."

Kuroko deadpanned. "No."

"Oi! At least pretend to respect your ace!"

Kuroko simply walked away, leaving Kagami spluttering as Luin chuckled faintly in the background.

Got it! Here's the continuation:

Luin took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he bounced the ball between his hands. He needed to focus. His grandfather wouldn't have wanted him to zone out like this, especially not during a game.

Kagami stretched, then crouched into a defensive stance, his usual competitive spark returning. "Alright, Luin-san, show me you're awake this time."

Luin's grip on the ball tightened. He nodded once before making his move.

With a swift crossover, he maneuvered past Kagami, his movements fluid but lacking their usual energy. Kuroko, noticing this, silently appeared in his blind spot and tapped the ball just enough to redirect it back to Luin's hands. It was a subtle message—I'm here. Keep going.

Luin's eyes flickered with understanding. This time, when he cut through Kagami's defense, there was more force behind it.

"Oh? So you are alive," Kagami muttered, turning quickly to recover, but Luin had already passed the ball.

Kuroko, always in the right place at the right time, barely held onto the ball before making a signature Ignite Pass straight to Luin. The force of it snapped Luin back into the present. Instinct kicked in—he jumped and shot a clean mid-range jumper. The ball swished through the net.

"Nice shot," Kuroko said simply.

Kagami clicked his tongue, arms crossed. "Tch, don't get cocky just because you made one basket, Luin-san."

Luin exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not cocky. Just… waking up."

Kagami smirked. "Good. Then wake up faster, or I'm really gonna start showing off."

"Don't you always?" Kuroko deadpanned.

Kagami turned on him immediately. "Oi, Kuroko-kun, you should be supporting your ace!"

Kuroko blinked. "I support basketball."

Luin chuckled at their usual bickering. It was comforting in a way—familiar, steady. Even if he wasn't fully himself yet, at least here, on the court, he wasn't alone.

Kagami suddenly pointed at Luin. "Next play, you're not getting past me."

Luin raised a brow. "You sure?"

Kagami grinned. "Oh, I know—"

Before he could finish, Kuroko lightly smacked the ball out of his hands and dribbled away.

Kagami's jaw dropped. "OI! KUROKO-KUN!!"

Luin let out a real laugh this time. Maybe today wouldn't be so bad after all.