Spark | Kuroko no Basuke x OC

Win Some, Lose Some

"They did not do everything they could. What a disgusting game."

The raventte blinked and followed behind his angry green haired companion. He knew that Kirisaki Daiichi completely threw the game, but he didn't know why. It wasn't a good thing to see Midorima so thoroughly pissed at that team, either.

"Is there something up with you and that guy?" Takao boldly asked when he caught who the miracle was glaring at. "You don't seem to like him."

"He's an extremely unpleasant player," Midorima answered without sparing the confused ravenette a clear explanation. Instead, he looked at Seirin, the team Hanamiya seemed to be so interested in. He's especially dangerous when he has his eyes set on something, or someone...

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twenty-five

win some, lose some

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As the Seirin team filed into the locker room to clean up, the celebratory mood faded from their minds as they focused on what's to come. Their next opponent will be Shutoku.

"Our next game is sure to be a difficult one," Hyuuga glowered from his seat on the bench as the rest of the team packed up their belongings. Just like Seirin has grown since summer, Shutoku was stronger and more dangerous than ever.

"But we have Kiyoshi-senpai," Fukuda started to say and Kawahara nodded in agreement.

"We're better than we were before! We beat them last time after all."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

All eyes landed on Kuroko once he voiced out his thoughts. He was sitting besides Kagami and Tomoko and there was concern evident in his eyes. "Our win last time is precisely why I think the next game will be difficult."

Riko nodded, pushing herself off the wall, "Kuroko-kun seems to have the right idea. Our previous victory was too good to be true. They're absolutely better than us."

Silence filled the locker room as the team took in the brunette's words. It was no secret that Seirin only won by a sliver during their Interhigh match. Kagami was pushed to his jump limit and had it not been Kuroko coming up right behind Midorima, Shutoku would have taken the win.

"But as the superior team, they aren't looking down at us," Hyuuga then said, his forehead creased with tension. The look that Shutoku gave him and his team before they left the arena was unforgettable—and it unnerved the black haired captain. "They'll be coming at us with everything they have. On top of that, we'll be facing a member of the Generation of Miracles... This won't be easy."

Fukuda gulped and took a step back. The truth was terrifying.

"Well, one thing is for sure..." it was Tomoko who spoke up as she stood from her seat. There was a grin plastered on her face, "We'll be trying our absolute best against Shutoku."

"Okuma-chan's right!" Teppei added in agreement. Right now, the team just need to brush off any doubts and disillusions they have about themselves and their upcoming opponent and just be prepared. He picked up his gym bag and swung it over his shoulder. "Tomorrow's battle is won during today's practice! We'll just have to work harder," he encouraged.

The rest of the team made hums of approval and filed out of the locker room with the second-year. They needed ample time to prepare for Shutoku and time was one thing they didn't have. Though that thought occupied their minds, they were fueled by the spirit of the team.

"What kind of new techniques do you think Shutoku learned over the summer?" Furihata wondered as he walked behind Kawahara and Fukuda. The two first-years shook their heads.