She sat on the bench, fiddling her jersey as she stared at the members of her team on the court. She could smell the musty air and the stench of sweat. She could hear the battle cries and the slamming of a basketball upon a metal rim. The squeaking of sneakers, the swoosh of the net as the ball went through. The cheers of the crowd as another basket was made and the loud "beep" that signaled right after. She could hear the voice call out, announcing the name of the winning team. Her team. She could hear it, she could hear it all.

A wide grin spread across her face and she felt the excitement coursing through her body. Standing up, she applauded the team members.

"Good job, everybody!"

But, her excitement died down when she realized something. They had won the championship but why wasn't she happy? Something felt off, something had felt off ever since they had earned the name "The Generation of Miracles". Why?

She just stood there as the realization dawned on her. As the team members left to go change, she stared blankly at the wall. The team had changed. Everyone had changed. Was this what Kuroko meant? They had never worked together; winning was everything. Victory was more important than having fun on the court.

Everyone had split up to go home. While crossing the street, she still tried to wrap her head around the thought that winning wasn't actually everything. A loud "honk" blasted through the air as she turned her head to see a car heading her way. The headlights blinded her and she froze, her feet wouldn't move. It was as if they were stuck on the pavement.

She felt the impact, she felt the car ramming into her ribs. Her eyes widened as she fell to the ground. Her head hit the concrete and she heard a faint, alarmed voice yell. Then, her whole world faded to black.

She woke up to the horrible news that shattered her heart.

"I'm sorry but, the damage is very...bad. You might not be able to play basketball, or any other sport without collapsing-"

She tuned out after hearing those words. Her dreams shattered in her mind, the shards glinting as they fell down into a dark abyss.

"Um, excuse me."

Riko blinked as she turned her head to the owner of the voice. Her eyes landed on a green-haired girl, probably about 5'3. Her hair was the color a pistachio, such an odd color. Riko's eyes trailed to the girl's chest automatically to compare their sizes. She was met with a flat-chest, which made her slightly smile and huff in pride.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes! I'm Satou Tenshi, a freshman," she said as she bowed, "I would like to be manager of the basketball team."

Riko nodded and handed the girl a form. "Can you fill this out?"

The girl took the form and sat down, quickly scribbling in information. Looking up, she handed the form back to Riko. Getting up, she bowed again, her green hair tumbling down her back as she did so.

"Thank you very much." She uttered. She straightened her back and walked away from the stand, merging into the crowd of students.

Riko looked down to stare at the information. Her eyes widening as she saw the middle school that the girl came from. "S-She's from the Teiko basketball club!"

Hyuuga turned his head to look at her, surprised. "Her too? She's from that Teiko too?" Two first-years from Teiko and another from America? This year was sure to be full of surprises.

This year's first years could be ridiculous!

Tenshi opened the door to her house. A fluffy ball of white quickly ran to greet her. Chuckling, she bent over to give her dog a kiss before going upstairs.

"You came home really late."

She whirled around to see Midorima Shintarou in all his tsundere glory. He was her cousin, but why was he at her house at such a late time?

"What are you doing here, Shintarou?" She stared at him as her eyes trailed to the bag in his hands.

"My mother wanted you to have this," he said as he walked into the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter.

"Tell her that I said thank you. By the way, where's your lucky item? I thought you always carried it." It was true. She didn't see any lucky item in his palm, which was strange considering how obsessed he is over his luck and horoscopes. "Got tired of horoscopes?"

He turned his head to look at me as he made his way to the front door. "It's in my pocket. Today's lucky item is a nail-clipper." He turned away and exited the house.

Snickering, she walked to the front door and called out, "GOOD NIGHT, TSUNDERIMA." It was met with a grunt from the tsundere. Shaking her head, she closed the door and headed upstairs to her room.

She sighed as she changed into her pajamas and brushed her teeth. Today was a pretty good day. There was no Aomine to bother her, no Kise to whine at her. Yes, today was a pretty good day. But she had to admit, she did miss the GOM. She hadn't seen them since middle school, save for Shintaro.

She flopped down on her bed when she finished everything. Staring at the ceiling as she remembered that day. The doctor had told her that her back was badly broken. She was still able to walk, but if enough pressure was put on it, there would be a large amount of pain. Something was wrong with her hips as well, if she ran it would hurt like hell.

Why hadn't she been more careful?

Her heart clenched, throbbing. She turned to her side, clutching a pillow and squeezing it. She would never be able to play basketball with any of her friends. A single tear escaped from her eye and she quickly wiped it away. No, she mustn't show weakness. She had found a place in Seirin's basketball team as the manager. She had to lead them to victory.

She smiled softly, yes, she would lead Seirin to victory. She would show the GOM what teamwork was. That winning wasn't always everything. Her mind was set on one goal as she drifted off into sleep.

She would change the Generation of Miracles, one by one.

Thank you for reading the first chapter of my fanfic! Please review and tell me what you think! UvU Have a nice day!

((Note: Even though she does not have Midorima as her last name, she is still his cousin since when her mother married she took her father's last name.))