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The lights shined upon the court as the sound of heavy breathing echoed silently throughout the court.
The sweat glistened on her forehead as it trickled down to her chin. Her heart pounding in sync with the thumping of the orange ball beside her.
A confident smirk appears upon her lips as she easily maneuvers around her opponents. Step after step the hoop grows closer and she jumps.
Her body soars in the air as she slams the ball forcefully into the hoop as the buzz filled the entire court.
She could hear the crowd cheering her name with enthusiasm.
"Fukue!"
"Fukue!"
"Fuku-"
"-e!"
"-ukue!"
"Damn it, Fukue! Get your ass up before I drag you up!"
Her eyes snapped opened in an instant, and she found herself gazing into a pair of narrowed slate-grey eyes above her.
"Oh morning, Yuki-chan~," she greeted as she sat up from her nap rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes.
Yukio's eyebrow twitched in irritation at his childhood friend's carefree manner before digging his fist into her skull.
"It's already lunchtime, you idiot!" He shouted as he decided to put her into a headlock next. "And how many times have I told you not to call me Yuki-chan!"
Feeling her life slipping away before her eyes, Fukue quickly tries to placate the angry teen.
"Sorry, Yukio…" She wheezed as she slaps the ground in surrender. "Old habits die hard you know?"
Yukio sighed as he released her and sat down. "You're already in your third year. You shouldn't be ditching your classes for a nap on the roof."
"Maa, maa~ No need to get all worked up, Yukio. Ditching class once in a while doesn't hurt anyone," Fukue replied with a relaxed smile as she watched the him take out a piece of bread.
Yukio scoffed, "Keep thinking like that and you'll find yourself repeating your last year."
Fukue 'hmm'd' in response and swiped a piece of bread from his bag earning herself an irritated glance from her friend before changing the topic.
"So how are your new members this year?" Fukue asked as she bit into the yakisoba roll. "Did you recruit anyone good?"
"Most of them are pretty average guys, except one."
"Oh? Do tell~" Fukue grinned as she nudged him with her shoulder. He pushed her face away keeping her at an arms distance.
"Kise Ryouta. He's apparently from Teiko Junior High. Part of the prodigious group called the Generation of Miracles."
"'Generations of Miracles'? You mean that junior high team that took the championship three times in the row? That's great isn't it? Now you have another strong team member."
Yukio snorted. "That brat's ego is way over his head. He needs to learn how to respect his senpai and learn to cooperate with the team."
"And that's where the oh so wonderful captain of the team comes in, right~?"
"One day I'm gonna knock the sarcasm right out of you."
"Heh, you're always welcomed to try~"
He rolled his eyes and swallows the rest of his bread before opening another one. "Anyway, since you've transferred here, you've yet to join any clubs right?"
Fukue gave him a side glance before turning away. "What about it?"
"Why don't you become our manager then?" He offered. "You're more than knowledgeable about the sport, and being a pretty good player yourself, you could offer the members some sound advice."
She remained silent for a brief moment before giving him a cheeky grin, "You sure it ain't the fact that I'm the only girl you can talk to without turning into a sputtering puddle of scarlet goo~?"
"Wha-!" He sputtered turning red in aggravation. "Of course not, you idiot!"
"Hmm, sure it ain't~" Fukue smirked as she stood up, and walked to the exit. Her feet came to a stop in front of the door with her hand on the door knob. "Anyway, the bell's gonna ring soon. And us third-year students can't afford to miss class right? See ya later Yuki-chan~!"
"Why you little-! Using my own words against me!" Yukio growled, quickly shoving down the rest of bread and following his infuriating friend as the school bell began to chime.
"And don't call me Yuki-chan!"
Fukue yawned as she got up from her seat. Class was finally over and now she could finally go home and sleep some more! After all, one could never have too much sleep. She tossed her books into her bag before spotting a small English dictionary that belonged to a certain captain among the mix.
Deciding to return the dictionary, Fukue headed to the gymnasium. She silently opened the door and immediately spotted Yukio's back turned to her. She couldn't help but grin as she silently made her way up to him and casually slung an arm over his shoulder leaning her weight on him with their faces right beside each other.
"Hey Yuki-chan~" She greeted him cheerfully.
Yukio turned his face to the left in surprise before letting habit dictate his actions and elbowed the girl in the stomach in annoyance. "Don't call me Yuki-chan!"
Fukue clutched her stomach as she writhed in pain on the ground. "So…cruel…Yukio…."
Yukio turned to look at his team mates who decided to come see what the commotion was about.
Moriyama's eyes widened when he spotted the girl on the ground. "How could you hit a girl, Captain!? You're supposed to treat them gently!"
"She's an exception," Yukio grunted as he turned his face away indignantly.
"Are you okay?" Kise asked kneeling down in front of the girl and offering a hand. "Can you stand?"
"Uh…yeah. I'm fine." She replied as she accepted his hand and he pulled her up.
Kise's eyes widened when he finds himself staring up at the girl. Although he has worked with a number of tall models, never had he met a girl that was taller than himself. He mentally patted himself on the shoulder for resisting the slight urge to back away from her intimidating height, despite the fact that it was only a few centimeters.
The other members of the team stood beside Kise. They gazed at the tall girl with eyes full of curiosity, before staring expectantly at their captain.
Yukio let out an exasperated sigh at their penetrating gazes. "Fukue, these are my teammates. Introduce yourselves you guys."
"Hayakawa Mitsuhiro! It's nice to meet you senpai!" Hayakawa shouted enthusiastically.
"Hello. I'm Kobori Koji." Kobori greeted her with a nod.
"I'm Moriyama Yoshitaka," Moriyama winked. "I play basketball for cute ladies like you."
"Hi~ Kise Ryouta here. Nice to meet you!" Kise gave her a bright sparkly smile.
"Same here," Fukue smiled with a small wave. "I'm Ichimiya Fukue."
"So what's your relationship with our wonderful captain?" Moriyama asked with a mischievous grin. To be able to interact so casually with Kasamatsu Yukio without turning him into a red stuttering mess is not a sight that they see everyday.
"Well~" Fukue grinned slyly as she winked. "You could say we're as close as two people of the opposite gender could possibly be~"
The Kaijo regulars' jaws dropped. Their expressions ranging from confusion to shock to irritation to excitement in the order of their introduction. Yet despite their varied feelings, there was one question that seemed to echo in unison in their minds.
So does that mean that their beloved captain who was bad at dealing with girls has finally grown up?!
Yukio slapped her head. "Quit saying stupid things that could be misunderstood! We're just childhood friends! Child-Hood-Friends!"
Fukue rubbed the back of her head. "Jeez, no need to get all shy on me Yukio."
"I'm not being shy!" He shouted back, red-faced. "Anyway, who gave you guys permission to stop practicing?! Get back to work!"
The guys pouted (well just Kise and Moriyama really) before resuming practice.
"So what did you come here for?" Yukio asked after making sure that his teammates really did continue their practice. He turned to Fukue questioningly. "It's not everyday you decide to drop by."
"Oh yeah," Fukue pulled out the dictionary. "Thought I'd return this to you."
"Oh, thanks. Sorry for the trouble," Yukio said as he took the book. "Well, since you're here, why don't you stay and watch our practice?"
Fukue shrugged, and dropped herself on a nearby bench.
Guess it couldn't hurt to watch once in a while.
"So?"
"So what?"
"What did you think?"
"Think of what?"
"Don't play dumb. I'm asking you what did you think of practice?" Yukio said annoyed with her flippant behavior. Practice had just ended and they were walking home together since their houses were right beside each other.
"Oh," She said before cupping her cheeks with her hands and gushing exaggeratedly.
"Kyaa~ Yukio-senpai, you were so cool~ I fell for you all over again~"
Thwack!
"Ow…"
"You know that's not what I meant." Yukio said, removing his fist from her side.
"Jeez, you're so abusive," Fukue pouted with teary eyes while rubbing her side.
"It's called tough love," Yukio said without missing a beat. "Now talk to me seriously or I'll hit you again."
Fukue sighed closing her eyes for a minute before reopening them. "Well, overall they seem to be doing well. Their cooperation with each other's not bad and they seem to be doing well individually too."
"Moriyama's unorthodox shot was impressive," She nodded, eyes shining with admiration. "It's definitely a kind of shot you don't see anywhere else."
"Hayakawa and Kobori don't seem to have any impressive special skills, but they're good at what they do." She continued. "Kobori's defense would be quite difficult for most people to overcome and Hayakawa's explosive intensity definitely seems to help him at rebounding."
Yukio nodded. She was right on point with her assessment. "And? What about Kise?"
"Hmmm, Kise Ryouta… Well, to put it simply…." She started slowly.
"I don't like him."
A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. :3
