[Potironette]

Back home, Luck finished off a bowl of cold spaghetti before going to his bedroom. His mother pretty much always cooked spaghetti, and he'd learned not to care about good food from a young age. Hence, despite his physique, he didn't have the voracious appetite of normal youths. He ate as he thought he needed, and it seemed enough to sustain him healthily enough. That was all that mattered.

He made a few lazy marks over his homework pages, before sighing in boredom. Luck stuffed his low-quality homework inside his bag, before picking up a basketball from beside his bed.

He set out for the park around his home, just ten blocks away. Nothing much.
There wasn't a basketball court there, but there were tree branches things over, and there was the land to dribble on. When he got bored of dribbling and tossing the ball over leaves, he'd hide the ball in a bush and run.