Kuroko knew that something was wrong the moment he walked into the office on a bright Wednesday morning. He had a sixth sense for these kind of things – like that one time in college where he had the same feeling in the middle of a drug bust at his college frat party. He had just been sitting there, sipping on a beer, typing a late-night philosophy essay about the paradoxical aspect of an omnipotent being when the local college security raided the party in an attempt to find cocaine and marijuana.

(He managed to finish the essay though, with a couple of hours to spare)

And that feeling was back when he steps past the door where he first got Saran-wrapped. It was quiet – which would be normal at a normal startup company, but at Kiseki, it was common to at least here one person screaming at the top of their lungs about a particular issue followed by maniacal laughter (which was usually either Aomine or Takao).

His fears are confirmed when he turns to his right and sees Murasakibara and Aomine rounding the corner, hurdling towards him on office chairs.

"Kuroko, get out of the way!" Aomine yells, attempting to push himself farther than Murasakibara (who made good use of his long limbs to either attempt to trip Aomine or propel himself off the office cubicles).

The collision happened far quicker than Kuroko's reflexes. Kuroko could definitely feel the air get knocked out of him when Aomine's body (a rather heavy body, mind you) along with an office chair (a rather heavy chair, Kuroko would have you know). Murasakibara holds his fist in the air when he manages to break the yellow streamers a couple of yards away.

"Damn," Aomine yells, "Murasakibara! I call redo!"

"Sometimes life gives us obstacles, Aomine! You gotta know how to make lemonade." Kise yells as he catches up to the scene of the crime. "Murasakibara wins our first round of Office Olympics! Aomine gets second place."

"This sucks," Aomine pouts as he gets handed an awkward looking star cut from a piece of cardboard with bits of the numbers "2" and "5" scribbled on it from Akashi. A messy "you tried" in bright red sharpie is on the other side.

"Guys, I think Kuroko died," Himuro says as he pokes Kuroko's cheek. "Or he broke a rib."

Kuroko whimpers pathetically.

"Nope, I think it will just bruise," Akashi responds as he makes a note of something on his clipboard. "Okay, everyone, time for round two: wastebasket basketball."

"Isn't that a bit redundant?" Midorima inquires.

A slight smile appears on Akashi's face that might have accounted for the dangerous flash in his eyes. "Midorima, what did you just say?"

"I mean," Midorima coughs, "It just sounds a bit redundant."

"Okay," Takao starts to drag Midorima away, "I believe that Midorima still wants to live to another day."

"And we are starting the first round of wastebasket ball!" Midorima anounces.

"What did you just say?" Akashi replies softly. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

"WHAT'S THAT?!" Midorima yells and points behind Akashi in mock surprise. After the latter turns around, the greenhead is no longer seen.

Takao grins, "Well, we have one less person to worry about."

"Anyways, rules are simple; get these pre-made paper balls into the wastebasket. I'll move it farther away after each round. Also, to add additional pressure, I'll be shooting nerfs at you."

"What's the point of that?"

Akashi sighs before pointing his nerf gun at Kise, "Cause I bought it yesterday and I need to try it out." He pulls on the trigger and the nerf travels in a high trajectory before it lands on Kise's forehead. "Stop questioning me." He motions for Kagami to start.

The next twenty minutes was probably the most grueling thing Akashi probably has ever seen. Many tears were shed and previous pride were crushed as Kagami banged his fist on the ground and Aomine pumps both his fists in the air, screaming, "GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLL" at the top of his lungs.

"I think Kagami cried more during these ten minutes than all the other times I've seen him combined." Himuro commented.

"M&Ms?" Takao offered as he observes Aomine imitating Tarzan, "No, I'm pretty sure Kagami cried more when we watched The Notebook."

"Yes," Himuro agrees as he watches tears stream down Kagami's face, "He did cry more during The Notebook."

"Baaaa Baaaaa Baaaaa~" Himuro sings as Aomine stands on the receptionist desk with Murasakibara standing on a dictionary and Kagami reluctantly next to them with a brown circle taped to his chest.

"Himuro, that's not the right tune," Takao pulls Himuro aside and whispers, "That's the wedding one."

"Oh, same thing," Himuro waves him off.

"Thus, this concludes our Office Olympics. Congratulations to Aomine who gets this trophy." Akashi hands him a pink My Little Pony figurine stapled on a stick.

Takao yawns as he stretches. "What an eventful day. I'm beat."

"Whoa, it's even the pink one." Aomine revels.

"Dudeeeeeee," Kagami calls, hands outstretched.

"Dudeeeeeee," Aomine replies as he thumps his fist against Kagami's.

"Well, I think my IQ just got lowered by 17 points." Takao yawns again.

"Midorima, is it okay for us to leave early?" Kuroko asks as Midorima ushers the two of them out of the office and into a nearby Starbucks.

"It's fine," Midorima replies, "I can get coding done here. Plus, I don't want to help them clean up."

"Oh, I see."

The two lapse into a comfortable silence as they begin to work on their respective jobs. Kuroko had been contacting a potential investor while Midorima was trying to get through a good chunk of code.

It wasn't until much later when Midorima starts to rummage through his briefcase, patting his pockets, all the sure signs of someone who has lost something important to them, that Kuroko broke the silence, "Midorima? Are you okay? Did you lose something?"

"I think I dropped my lucky item back in the office."

|Late Night Text Messaging 0.5|

Aomine: i cant find my trophy

Kagami: you mean that my little pony that you stapled on a stick

Aomine: hey i got it from office olympics dont be salty cuz you didnt get one

Kagami: trust me im not jealous

Aomine: yes you are the only thing you got was a gold sticker that said 'you tried' on it and a starbucks giftcard with 34 cents

Kagami: and somehow i still feel as if its worth more than your trophy

Aomine: fuck you

Kagami: no thanks

Kagami: why do you still have it anyways

Aomine: because it reminds me that im better than you

Kagami: fuck you

Aomine: no thanks :P

A/N Don't try the office chair racing at home. It's hard and painful. Also, I've always had this headcanon that Midorima tries to rebel against Akashi in his own little way (but fails 99% of the time cause he chickens out). Also, more characters are coming soon...hopefully. I'm not quite sure if I want to do anything with pairings quite yet - I did seriously consider when I started writing, but we'll see; I might just keep things a little ambiguous :P.

I just realized why Midorima is referred to as a carrot. Damn it, I feel so stupid.

Anyways, like always, leave a review! I got my first one yesterday and I started jumping up and down (lol wut).