I entered the Local Basketball gym of Shutoku High. I yawned while its familiar scent of the gym reached my nose. I sighed and shook my head before walking to the bleachers.

Being a first year, I was asked to always wait for my brother to finish his basketball practice. My parents worry too much despite the fact that I'm independent. Well, I can't blame them, I'm one of the female species after all. Even if I can prove that I can protect myself.

I stared at the players, bored. It doesn't interest me anymore, I've seen the same Basketball style for almost two years. Watching them doesn't ring any thrill. My eyes drifted to the bench where the first years are. Two of them caught my attention, the first one was Kazunari Takao my classmate and an intriguing green haired guy. I looked at them intently that green haired guy was holding a frog. Plus the fingers' of his left hand was taped.

My eyes were glued to them until they stood up for drills. That green haired guy went to the opposite side of the court and holding the ball with both hands he performed a jump shot.

What a cocky bastard, I thought, Anyone won't have that kind of accuracy, especially the whole court

I stared at the ball, it entered the ring perfectly. I looked at that guy, amazed. Who is he?

"Nice shot, Shin-chan!" Takao praised him, that guy only fixed his glasses before picking up another ball and doing the same stance.

I smiled, Finally my boring days are over.

When the first years drills are over, they all returned to the bench. I was already there waiting for Takao and that guy. I fancied myself by squeezing the stuffed toy frog. That guy pulled it from me irritated, "What are you doing?" he asked, staring at me coldly.

I just smiled at him, "HI, jailmates"

"As always, Azami-chan," Takao said with a smile.

"Of course"

"Who are you going to bother, me or him?" the other guy asked, clearly he was irritated by my presence.

"Both," I replied uncaring.

"You don't have to waste your time coming here," he sat beside me while Takao sat beside him.

"I'm waiting for my brother," I pointed at the man on court wearing the jersey # 7. "Kiyoshi Miyaji"

"Then, don't bother us, here," he replied.

"Come on, Shin-chan. Stop being rude to Azami," Takao said.

This guy glared at Takao who only smiled at me, "By the way, Azami-chan. This is Midorima Shintaro, my buddy"

Midorima Shintaro? The rumored great shooter of Teiko Middle School?From Generation of Miracles?

My smile grew wide as I shook hands with him. "That was really cool, Midorima!"

He flinched then shrugged, "That's nothing"

Worse than cocky... I thought as I released his hand. The GoM's way too strong but... I can't deal with that attitude

"Nice to meet you, Midorima!" I said covering my thoughts with a sweet smile.

"You're annoying"

"I'm not"

"You are"

"I'm not"

"I told you, you are"

I pouted, "Hmph"
I turned and just focused to the game of the Regulars. I reached for a soda without looking at my bag. I opened it and it suddenly burst and overflowed drenching the frog's head.
Midorima was flabbergasted, "I-I'm sorry!" I apologized. He put the frog down and irritably stood up. "I won't forget this Azami Miyaji, You'll pay if my luck runs out this day"

"W-What?"