"So, who do you think will win?" Shira Tamiko chattered excitedly, wriggling in her seat as she peered towards the court excitedly. Seirin and Touou were still warming up on the court and her leg was beginning to bounce up and down excitedly. The movement caused her whole body to begin shaking and her long blue hair bounced excitedly in it's pony tail.

"Seirin, they haven't lost a game yet," Ishimura Yuki yawned before elbowing her team mate in the abdomen, "and stop bouncing will ya? You're gonna make the whole bench break."

"Oops, sorry, I just want to play," Shira shrugged as she gained control over her leg. A few seconds later it began bouncing however, and Ishimura tried to stifle the groan rising in her throat.

"Doubtful. Touou is unrelenting in their play and even without their new ace, the team is exceptionally gifted." Both Shira and Ishimura looked towards Takami Annaisha as she gave them an answer to Shira's earlier question. Neither were aware Takami was paying any attention to them, as she had her eyes glued to the screen of her phone as the game hadn't begun.

"But what about Seirin's first year duo?" Shira pushed, leaning acorss Ishimura to get closer to Takami. Ishimura shoved her back before turning her whole body to Takami, partly to block Shira from leaning forward again and partly to gauge Takami's reaction.

"Yeah, what about Funny Brows and Mister Invisible. One flies and the other disappears."

"Kagami Taiga hurt his leg while playing Shutoku," Takami reminded the pair as she looked up from her mobile. She glanced to the court for a moment, narrowing her eyes as she scanned Touou's side. The group had missed the last game and Takami was irritated as she found their captain's game play fascinating. Ishimura snorted as she slumped back in her chair, her eyes training in on the red head that was standing and glaring towards his opposition. She always placed her bet on Seirin, she couldn't explain why exactly, but she had to admit she was feeling uneasy for them.

"Hey, w-w-we're not late are w-we? Oh good." A sudden voice from their left caused the trio to look. Saka Kiko was walking towards them, one arm full of a variety of food and a smile beaming on her face. Her gaze was focused on the teams on the court, her gaze switching quickly between Seirin and Touou. Behind her loomed all two hundred centimetres of Jo Kida, the giantess having her hands stuffed deep in her pockets and her expression irritated.

"So, I'm guessing no coach then," Ishimura muttered with no real point. Saka shook her head sadly whilst Jo rolled her shoulders back in irritation.

"I tried calling her three times but she didn't pick up."

"Wow, and you call me tsundere," Ishimura growled, only to recieve a hit to the back of her head by Shira. Ishimura let out a yelp before turning to return the favour, only to shrink back when Jo gave her a pointed glare. Their friend was irritated and if Ishimura and Shira managed to get themselves into a fight - again - she would be in an even sour mood.

"We were just wondering who would win, what do you think Kida-san?" Shira questioned, leaning towards the teen who had just sat next to her. Jo shrugged her shoulders again, slumping so she could lean her head against the back of the chair and closed her eyes. Her legs cut off the aisle in front of them, her knees resting against the balcony barrier in front of them.

"Touou," she replied after a few minutes of silence. Ishimura nodded, taking the hint that their friend didn't want to talk at all and instead she looked around to get a glimpse of Saka. The girl was a year younger than they were, still finishing her last year of middle school, but they all knew her well. No doubt Jo made a detour to accompany Saka to the match and that's why the pair were late.

"Kuroko's passes won't work once Aomine Daiki arrives," Saka said quietly, looking up to Shira after feeling her gaze. Shira blinked twice at her before looking to the court. Something in the back of her mind stirred as she remember attending one of Teiko's games. They had all been amazed by these miracle passes that occurred and Takami had been quick to point out a small boy who seemed to continuously disappear from their line of sight through out the game. Ah, Shira thought as she looked back to Seirin's team, so that's why Takami didn't think Seirin would win.

"If the ace is anything like I think he is," Jo chipped in, not moving from her position but opening her eyes at least, "then he will know everyone of his passes."

"You really think that? I mean, he wasn't on court a heap towards the end of last year," Saka pointed out but Jo just let out a laugh. Cracking her neck around she changed her position quickly, leaning forward and resting her hands on her knees (which had pulled back towards her), her eyes focusing on the light blue haired player gently bouncing the basketball.

"Doesn't matter. Once it's in his instinct to catch the pass, Aomine will catch the pass." Shira looked back to the court, chewing her lip with worry. As much as she relished a good match, she enjoyed watching Seirin win even more. Her knee stopped bouncing up and down as the whistle blew for the teams to line up. There was something in the air that was dangerous.

...

"What a fucking disappointment," Ishimura muttered, her fingers netted behind her head as she strolled out ahead of the group. She was sour, and down fifty dollars courtesy of Takami, and she wanted everyone to know. Shira walked beside her, arms crossed over her chest as she looked up to the roof, deep in thought of once. Her instincts about the game had been right and part of her wished she hadn't watched.

"Not a surprise though," Takami muttered as her fingers pumped against the keypad of her mobile. No doubt she was filling Coach in with the details of the match. Ishimura looked back, her eyes narrowing as she thought about the match she had just seen.

"I forgot how much I fucking hate him," she hissed before smacking her forehead. No one needed to ask about whom she was talking about, there was only one player who irritated her beyond belief.

"I-I-I'd forgotten about what i-i-it's like to watch him play," Saka responded in a whisper. Jo shrugged her shoulders for the upteenth time that day before stopping where she was. Something to her far right had caught her attention and her eyes widened slightly before narrowing dangerously. Grapping Shira's ponytail and yanking the teen back gently, Shira followed her gaze.

"Holy shit, didn't think they'd be with one another," Shira murmured as she watched the green and gold haired duo walk out, both deep in thought. Jo raised an eyebrow and looked to the others who had all stopped and looked to where she had been staring as well.

"Seirin still has two games, they will be wanting to win," Jo pointed out and Ishimura clapped her hands together with a sinister grin, completely forgetting her earlier resentment for a moment.

"Oh I cannot wait, that should be some good stuff. Hey, we're coming to all the games right?"

"Is the sky blue?"

"No, it's a -"

"Takami, stop talking."