A/N: Hello hellooo! Just to give some background on how I'm going to work this. I'm probably going to follow the pre-determined story of the Anime, but in the idea that almost all (If not all) members have additional staff members that will help influence the games and just add some fun chemistry to the teams. Will also include romance between characters (Mostly Canon x OC) not just limited to the Generation of Miracles.

Enjoy, everybuddy!

At the ringing of the bell, all students raised from their seats, beginning the process of cleaning up the classroom before departing for home. Like second nature, each student gravitated to their respective tasks, cleaning the floors, wiping the desks, clapping the erasers and whatnot.

After the normal tasks were completed, they were all allowed to go home.

One girl amongst them, whilst the others said their farewells, or exchanged their words and insisted on walking home together, gathered her belongings and was set to leave by her lonesome. Save for a couple of comments -most of which were only quietly and briefly acknowledged-, she went relatively unnoticed. She walked down the hall, high brown ponytail brushing against the small of her back. Her hands, nearly engulfed in her navy uniform sweater, gripped a stack of books, and her eyes seemed only focused on what was ahead of her.

Her expression was slightly stoic, or rather it could possibly described more as simply unchanging. She paid little noticeable attention to her surroundings, and didn't break her line of sight for anything, no matter how loud or distracting it may have seemed.

It wasn't until reaching the the first floor divide that her strides began to falter from their original pace.

She was passing by the gym.

Normally, the school gym could be described as a nice little recreational place where a variety of clubs and fun activities took place, but it would appear for her that it was only a spotty part of the school that was to be carefully avoided.

Just as expected, upon coming close to the gym door, even when cautiously and lightly treading, a likewise brown haired girl slowly eased out, so smoothly in fact that it almost seemed more like she glided rather than walked.

"Asai-chan~!" The coach known as Riko began, raising her hand to greet the girl, all whilst overing the most sunshiney smile and authentic sweet tone she could muster.

This was an unfortunate norm. Every day when passing by the gym, one of the members of Seirin's basketball team would come out and greet her, that most-often being Riko. Each day, that person would put on an overly welcoming tone and say her name with a sickly sweet sing-song tone, all whilst raising their voices to baby-like high pitched voices.

Even if the repetition was undoubtedly a bit grating, she couldn't deny the fact that she would typically find it mildly hilarious when this higher pitch of speaking was attempted by a member such as Hyuga, or when Koganei once attempted to go renegade with a 'cool' theme rather than sticking with sweetness.

She couldn't quite remember what it was that had drawn them to hounding her this way in the first place...

If she wasn't mistaken, it may have been...

When the Asai had taken her notebooks from the bag, they slipped out with relative ease and neatness. Each one fit neatly in the center of the last, dusted with a laminated frontal tab that was home to color-coded post-it notes. Every time one of these notes was fulfilled, she would fold them in half, and when each note was folded, her to-do-list as it corresponded to that particular notebook was completed.

Or perhaps it was that moment in English, when she had peeled back the cover of her notebook, revealing a page filled to the brim with notes, all seeming to be logged with great care and calligraphy-like handwriting. Every noun and definition was in red, every verb in green, and every adjective in blue, following this color-coded pattern until reaching longer or specific notes, usually falling into categories such as 'structure notes', 'phrasing notes' 'exception notes' 'pronunciation notes', and more of the like.

Yes, that may have been it, she could have sworn she had remembered seeing some of the first year members of the team in her class, gaping over the collection of neat notes she had managed to compile together.

What did neat notes have to do with basketball though?

Maybe they mentioned that once before, and she was just somehow blocking out the context of their previous conversations from her memory? Yes, that was certainly a possibility. Furrowing a brow deeply in thought, she began to try recalling any other conversation that could have outlined the potential purposes behind these daily interceptions.

"Coach is good at what she does, don't get me wrong," One of the first years had begun. She couldn't frankly remember which one he was, and even if he weren't mainly associated in her head as just one of the first-year basketball club members, she probably would have had an equally impossible time trying to guess his name or general identity.

"But she does so much!" He attempted to reason, "The second years get a little worried about her burning herself out sometimes... but you're so good with organization, we thought maybe-"

Manager.

That was their master plan. They had asked her to be their manager.

Asai may not have had a particularly extensive history in sports, but the history she did had left her well-equipped for the general knowledge needed to comprehend members of a high school basketball team. The general mental-standard for sports members behind managers were that they were meant to be attractive in some way. That being said, she, for one, had no idea why they would ask her, of all people. Second, being decent in organization didn't necessarily mean she had what it took to be a club manager, did it? What were they using her for exactly, just a general secondary to take the pressure off of their more important coach?

Wait - that sounded a bit too pessimistic. Perhaps she shouldn't jump to that kind of mindset, but then, to be frank, she couldn't really see herself having too big an interest in sports anymore as it was... So this wouldn't be nearly as enjoyable for her, would it?

Oh - Wait. Wasn't something happening right now?

Letting her wandering mind return to the present, Asai's gaze rose back up to meet Riko's who had apparently begun to return to the situation at hand.

"I know you've heard this before, but we were wondering if-"

Just as impossibly as Riko had seemed to slide out of the gymnasium door, Asai's feet seemed to slide off to the left in a perfectly straight line, proceeding to propel forward then in order to make a complete right angle around Riko.

"Hah?" Seirin's club coach opened her eyes, brow furrowing as she noticed the way the prospective manager literally slid around her, eyes opening and brow quirky, "A-Asai-chan." She spoke, though her stammering was not in an attempt to speak up, more so it was an attempt to avoid speaking up. A slight anger tick appeared at the side of the couch's head, her eyes closing as she lightly clenched her risen fist. Sure, she could accept that this happened every day. She could accept that the girl would constantly reject their invitation, and she could even accept Koganei's ridiculous attempts to woo her into changing her mind, but what she certainly could not find herself to accept was blatant disrespect!

'Nothing is getting me into that club.'

She was certain that would remain her answer, and whilst adjusting her books to settle into he right arm, she reached her left hand out towards the handle of the exit door-

"Asai-san. Would it be impolite if I could ask you to hear what I had to say?"

The girl's eyes abruptly widened, falling upon Kuroko, whose face was a mere couple of inches from her hand. Though she remained silent -as did Kuroko-, her entire body froze in place, staring at the boy that had suddenly managed to make it in front of her without her noticing.

Her mouth fell slightly agape, and as if attempting to form words, it closed then reopened a handful of times before she finally was able to utter an incoherent, "I...you... W-when..."

His large clear blue eyes rose to meet her own, his casual yet almost flat response mirroring the phrase that he had become known for parroting to everyone that fell victim to his sudden appearances or unintentionally startling, "...I was here the whole time..."

Was this some sort of joke..? She seemed to remain paused for a time, then slowly, Asai took a step back, interlocking her fingers together behind her books, which were now placed against her chest, and staring towards the point affront the door. It had genuinely surprised her, and certainly caught her attention. Would it even be fair to deny him the chance to speak after he had managed that much? Her lips shifted slightly, but she finally nodded her head, uttering in her somewhat naturally unenthused, quiet voice, "S-sure, yeah... I'll hear you out."

"Junpei!" Riko shouted, cupping her mouth with one hand, whilst the other arm waved beckoningly, "Hurry, it worked!"

"What?!" Seeming just as surprised, the captain rushed to the gymnasium door to see for himself, followed by several members of the team that seemed to be more or less in the same state of intrigue and disbelief.

Asai, however, continued to stare incredulously at the currently silent Kuroko - this... phantom, wondering anxiously about how his method of recruiting her would be different.


"And that's how I joined the team..." Asai concluded, folding her fingers together into her lap. She seemed to keep the same calm expression as before, but her brown eyes almost carried a semblance of freedom unlike that of her earlier expression. "That's the story."

The entity in the room that had been listening to her tale glanced up, - a rather large tri-colored Bernese Mountain Dog. His large caramel eyes peered up from his lying spot on the carpeted floor. He seemed to have been plotted there the whole time, watching and listening as she recounted the events of the last few weeks, all peaking up to this particular day. So Asai had gone and given up on her previously stated self-promise of 'never joining the basketball team ever'... all because of some boy that she had likened to having the eyes of a puppy?

The brown haired girl rose her fingers carefully up into her bangs, brushing them off to the side and tucking the thin bunch of strands gently behind her ear, "That..." She looked away, becoming a bit flustered as she uttered a question she suspected was just a little childish, "That's not lame, is it..?"

The large dog glanced up, then its eyes slowly began to travel away, hiding beneath his paws that rose up over his eyes in response. From the back of his throat, the dog uttered a soft 'errr...' sound, as if making the beginnings of a whine, but it came off as the idea of the dog attempting not to say anything, lest he wind up hurting his owner's feelings.

Ohboy. It was lame, wasn't it?

"Well I can't change it now..." She responded through a pout of sorts, reeling back onto the bed and opening up a binder labeled by a printed sheet as 'Seirin Basketball Club'.

"I'll make a tab for their scheduling, one for their budgeting, and..." The brown haired girl paused momentarily, furrowing a brow as she glanced up towards the ceiling, letting her gaze lay idle as it slowly progressed around the room. What else was necessary of her? She couldn't help them in documenting information regarding their players or styles or plays - she didn't know anything about that stuff, and while she didn't want to be rude, she didn't really care to learn either.

"But they have a practice match soon..." Moments like this, she actually hoped that if she were going to cave in and join, that it would have been towards the beginning of the year. At this rate, she would just have to learn as she went, or catch up before things really got into the season and really started getting busy...

Her lips parted, allowing a dreary sigh to pass through them.

A pop-vibed ring broke her from her momentary feeling of self-defeat, and looking down at the ordinarily-colored black phone, she could see a number scroll across the front, accompanied by what appeared to be a text-message alert.

Her thumb dug beneath the crease, quickly flipping her phone open:

It's Riko/Coach. Just reminding you that your first practice will be tomorrow after school! See you then!

- P.S. Text back to confirm this is Asai Hisaya. Just want to make sure you didn't give me a fake number~!

The cheeky little reminder text was also dotted with an emote at the end, just a little addative to the underlying feeling of sass that had been twisted into the message. To go as far as to ask for confirmation to evade a fake number though... Was that really necessary?

Yeah... It definitely was.

'A fake number...' A bland-faced Asai pondered mentally, her lip poking out slightly as she read over the text again, 'If I had thought of that I definitely would have done it, but it's good I didn't since she was prepared for it, huh..?'

She quickly responded to the text, short and sweet with her own,

'Yes, this is Asai. Thank you for the reminder, I'll be sure not to miss it.'

Leaning back onto her bed, she lazily draped her arm over her eyes, sighing once more as she contemplated this new responsibility she had somehow taken on. Was it really fine? It wouldn't intervene was her studies too much, considering she hadn't ever had too much difficulty keeping up with them, but...

Her arm retracted back slightly, letting her fingers wind into her hair as she stared up at the plain white ceiling of her home. Her mattress abruptly shook and bowed with added weight, but already knowing what it was, she never moved to check it, only relaxed back into her lying position as her dog lied by her side and nestled its head comfortably into her stomach.

Starting officially tomorrow, she was the manager for Seirin High's basketball team...

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, my little Melodies. Or I guess for this particular story, I should call you guys Miracle Melodies. LOL.

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REMEMBER I SAID I WAS GONNA BE POSTING A LOT OF DIFFERENT STORIES AND SUCH WITH UNCERTAIN UPDATE SCHEDULES.

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