I do not own KnB. This one just popped out at me when I remembered something that my friend told me, and I couldn't help myself. Can you figure out who I referenced?

I made one so painfully obvious and the other not so obvious.

Takao couldn't believe what he was seeing.

He had a lot of confidence in his Hawk Eyes, but the sight in front of him was so abnormal that it didn't seem like his eyes were working.

Midorima Shintaro, the shooter of the Generation of Miracles, the strangely green-haired megane who had a strange obsession with lucky items, the local tsundere of Shutoku, was petting a cat, a black cat, which is known for bad luck.

Yes, that's what was bothering Takao.

The silver-eyed boy knew of Midorima's hatred for the animal, so why was he petting one so nonchalantly?

"Sh-Shin-chan?"

"What is it, Takao?"

This made the Hawk-Eyed boy gape at the greenette because holy crap, Midorima just spoke in English.

With a Brittish accent.

"What have you done with the real Midorima?!"

The taller of the two stopped petting the cat to look at his partner in confusion, "If you want proof, I'll do my shot. That should be expected of a point guard, not to mention as an important part of the Generation of Miracles."

Could he stop speaking in English? It's so confusing.

Taking a basketball from nearby, Midorima did his startling 3-pointer shot perfectly with one minor detail.

"Shin-chan! You broke the hoop!"

"I'm one hell of a shooter."

"You two are going to have double the practice," their couch said without a trace of emotion. "Midorima, I'm sending your father the bill for the new hoop."