Spark | Kuroko no Basuke x OC

Win Some, Lose Some

"Is it about that guy at the corner?" Kagami approached the black haired captain and asked. He didn't think the senior would stay behind if not for that figure sitting there in the side hallway. The concealed figured looked to be waiting for the senior.

Standing besides the redhead, Kuroko seemed to recognize the person he was talking about and furrowed his brows.

"Oh, you noticed?"

"Just that he's pretty good," Kagami grunted. The captain sighed as his expression turned dire along with the rest of the second-years.

"Well, it's nothing to hide," he began. "In the world of middle school basketball, Teiko's Generation of Miracles were the best. Needless to say, they're the five prodigies whose stunning power led to three national championships," the look on his face was grim as he looked towards the gymnasium again. "However, there were other one year older. Five talented players capable of going head-to-head with the Generation of Miracles. If they'd been born in another era, they may have been called the Generation of Miracles. Including Kiyoshi, the five of them are known as the Uncrowned Kings."

Silence filled the air as the rest listened with awe. Kagami seemed to be in deep thought as he mulled over this new revelation. He always knew that Teppei was strong, but he didn't think the senior had that kind of title with him. And there are four others that are just like the Generation of Miracles...

"That guy was one of them as well," Hyuuga continued. He did not look happy at all about that fact. "The Bad Boy Hanamiya Makoto."

"Bad Boy...?" Furihata looked confused. "But, if Kiyoshi-senpai went to greet him, they must be friends, right?"

The captain shook his head, "It's just the opposite. You can say he's the antithesis of Kiyoshi. If Kiyoshi's the most honest basketball player..." his brows furrowed in displeasure as a flashback resurfaced. "Hanamiya's the most dishonest."

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The two second-years stared at each other for a short moment before one of the finally broke the silence.

"I saw you during our game. You chose not to participate in the Shutoku game," Teppei revealed.

Hanamiya didn't break eye contact as he took in the Seirin center's disapproving expression. "What's wrong with that?"

"I'm not saying it's wrong. I just don't like it."

"You're as honest as ever," Hanamiya chuckled. "How disgusting. If I'd played today and shown all my cards, that'd make all three games serious pains in the ass," he said with a devious grin. "I don't care about the victory right in front of me. You'll lose the remaining two games on your own."

Though it sounded innocent enough, Teppei knew the shady captain and knew that his words shouldn't be taken lightly. "What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

The Kirisaki Daiichi captain disregarded the question and stood up, "Whoops, I've said too much. You're playing Shutoku first, right? Good luck then, I'll root for you." He slowly walked past Teppei. Just before he rounded the corner, however, his footsteps stopped.

"By the way, I hope your injuries heal soon. You shouldn't let your precious teammates worry about you so much."

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Tomoko struggled to hang the multiple bags on one arm as she reached for the ringing phone in her shoulder bag. Her mom had texted her last minute and added a few more things for her to buy, and it turned out to be heaver than she anticipated. Quickly pressing 'answer' before the line went dead, the sound of her mom's voice came through.