A/N:
Okay so I'm gonna try to stick with this and make a plot out of this
More characters are going to be brought in, this is kind of just a prelude of sorts to get some background in there.

A whistle was blown and Saiki cursed silently to herself. It was the Championship game for the national field hockey tournament and a foul was just called against them while they were on defense. Seirin High School's field hockey team got ready for the oncoming defensive corner. She got in the goal with the goalie and defenders and waited for the ref to blow the whistle to start the play.

The other team inserted the ball from the goal line to the top of the circle. Once the ball was hit her teammates flew out of the goal to stop the drive that was coming. Saiki shifted over to man the right post and saw the remaining mid fielders and forwards sprinting down from the 50 to come help. She watched the ball reach the top of the circle and saw as it got passed down when they realized they wouldn't be able to get the shot off quickly enough, Seirin's flyer had already caught up to them. When the other girl received the ball, she started to wind up for a shot. Saiki was tempted to shake her head that girl had no angle for the shot and there was a very slim chance of it actually going in. Though when you're down by 5 points you're going to want to take any shot you can get. Saiki only had a few seconds to react when the girl drove the ball. Her eyes went wide when she realized the angle was so bad it was more likely to hit her. She quickly flipped her stick to shield herself but she wasn't quick enough to fully block it.

Saiki was blinded by pain. The only thing that existed in that moment was searing pain on her left side and a dull ache in her head. She fell to the ground desperately trying to avoid her wounded side. It took a few seconds to remember where she was and what had happened. The shot connected with her ribs and sent her head back on the post. She couldn't be injured, not in this game, she was their ace. She pushed herself up trying to ignore the pain, but once she tried to take a step, she was back on the ground, this time landing a bit more on her left than she would have liked. This time there was more pain and Saiki realized she was done. She laid there clutching her side not processing anything. Not when her teammates and ref asked if she was okay, not when the coach and trainer asked her exactly where was she hurt, not even when they put her on a stretch her and loaded her into an ambulance. Everything was numb except for her ribs.

It was a few days later and Saiki was leaving the hospital. In the end, the shot broke her rib, fractured another rib and landed her with a concussion. The doctors wanted to make sure her broken rib wouldn't puncture a lung and that her concussion wasn't too bad. They had told her the concussion could last for a month possibly more and that she wouldn't be able to partake in physical activity for 4 months and to stay away from contact sports for 5 to 6th months to be sure. With this said she realized she was probably done with field hockey.

Maybe it's for the best. She remembered thinking to herself when they told her. Saiki had moved back to Japan after spending her 3 years of middle school in America. She specifically went to Seirin because of their field hockey team. Back in America, field hockey wasn't a big sport, beating people who were just learning to dribble and dodge wasn't difficult for her, who had been playing since before she could remember. She thought maybe it would prove to be more of a challenge in Japan, though Saiki was sadly mistaken. At that point, it was just as easy as it was in America. To her, games were just going through the motions. At least now she had an excuse to stop before the sport became too easy and the fun would be gone.

Saiki knew she should probably grab a bus home but she missed being able to move. Every breath and step sent a pain to her side but she tried to ignore it. There wasn't anything you could to for a broken rib, the only option she had was take painkillers.

She shoved her hands in the pockets of her new sweatshirt. The whole team had matching ones; they were for winning the national tournament. The team had come to visit her after the game and dropped off her own sweatshirt. They had won by one slim point. Saiki didn't tell them about her decision. She didn't know when she would. Maybe in a few days.

The smell of street food caught her nose and she couldn't resist the temptation. After crappy hospital food the smell of the street food became increasingly intoxicating. Saiki went up to the stand and ordered what he was selling. A magazine caught her eye and she picked it up. It was a basketball magazine. The cover was an action shot of five guys, all with different bright colored hair. She skimmed the cover and was shocked when they were only middle schoolers.

"Generation of miracles." She murmured to herself. "Tch, they must be cocky." She put the magazine down and paid for her food. So began her life as a non-athlete.

The teacher was droning on about the lesson and Saiki couldn't stop bouncing her leg. It had been a week since she left the hospital and ended her field hockey career. She still had teammates coming up to her trying to get her to rejoin the club. Her answers never changed.

The week of no physical activity was taking a toll on her. After school she would return to her house and lay down trying not to move her side. Saiki never realized how much field hockey took over her life. One day she even had time to write letters to her brothers who were still in America, playing basketball in colleges for scholarships. Though she left out her injury and ending her field hockey career.

As the teacher ended she put her head down trying to figure out what she could do to channel her excess energy out.

"I'm not joining the basketball team." Someone behind her called out. Saiki lifted her head and pushed back her ginger hair. Last time she had checked Seirin didn't even have a basketball team. When she turned around she saw someone with dyed blond hair and glasses storming off. It was one of her classmates, Hyuga. She never could get over how ridiculous he looked with that hair. According to her friend Riko he'd never done that until this year.

Saiki turned back around and tried to ignore the yelling behind her. Just as the fake blond exited it sounded as though someone else joined them. She rubbed her temple feeling one of her newly frequent headaches coming on (courtesy of the concussion). But then she realized. This is what she had been asking for, something to actually do. She turned around again and tried to cut in.

"Eh, uh do you need a manager?" She spoke up. She noticed everyone this time. There were two guys sitting with their backs to the wall, Kiyoshi and Izuki. Kiyoshi, the one furthest from her, looked huge even sitting down. Two more guys were standing nearby; she recognized the one who bore a striking resemblance to a cat as Koganei and his silent friend Mitobe. Saiki couldn't think back to a time where she actually heard him talk.

"We can have a cute manager!" Koganei yelled, catching her off guard.

"Sure!" Kiyoshi ignored Koganei's previous statement. "I'm Kiyoshi Teppei." He formally introduced himself and stuck his hand out. When she saw how big his hand was she was shocked. With those hands he could probably grip the basketball one handed.

"Saiki Tsubasa." She replied returning the handshake. The others followed suit introducing themselves.

"Now we just need a coach." Kiyoshi announced.

"You're still counting Hyuga aren't you?" Izuki asked but he never had an answer. Instead he turned to Saiki. "Wait, didn't you play field hockey?"

"I got an injury." She unconsciously reached for her broken rib. "I'm going crazy not doing anything with my time." Saiki looked up with a smile. Luckily no one asked why she didn't just stay with the field hockey team. Maybe they just passed it up to "Traumatic injury."

"Have you ever played?" Kiyoshi asked.

"I used to play with my brothers when I was a kid and in middle school. I was never really seri-" She was cut off when a huge had started slapping her on the back. She gritted her teeth trying to ignore the pain in her rib.

"Maybe when your injury heals you can play with us." Saiki couldn't believe how optimistic this guy ways. Did he really expect for her to even stand a chance on making a shot against someone as tall as he. Sure she was a decent height for girls basketball, standing at just under 5'10, but that was nothing for men's basketball.

"Ah, maybe." Saiki replied not wanting to be rude. Basketball was always her brothers thing. She had made a point to distance herself from her family's basketball dynasty by focusing more on field hockey. But now this was a new part of her life and she was going to figure out how to make it work.

A/N:
So this is what happens when I decide not to pay attention in class...
I hope none of the field hockey was too confusing, I tried to keep it as simple as possible.
I'm gonna pair Saiki with someone but it might take awhile to get there... woopsie
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