Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

As the thin mechanical pencil slid further across a blank paper the more agitated the brunette became. Pausing as she glanced at the extra finger she had drawn on one hand she let out a frustrated sigh. Reaching across her desk she grasped a worn-down white and pink eraser and began rubbing it furiously across the page.

As the eraser made it's final round a tear resonated across the room.

A nervous giggle escaped the girl as she glanced back and forth from the eraser to her now ripped piece of paper. Letting out a sigh she closed her eyes and threw the eraser across the room.

'I'm going to get fired at this rate,' she thought to herself frantically as she stared down at her now useless drawing. Rubbing her forehead she slouched down until her head rested against her desk and stared blankly ahead, 'I'm stumped. I don't know what to draw. I don't even know how to start. I'm done for! At this rate, they'll replace me with someone who can at least get a fucking manuscript done in time.'

Her frantically roaming eyes glanced up at one of her many framed awards before continuing on ahead, searching across the room desperately.

'I need to draw something...anything. She's going to come back to demand that damn manuscript from me any minute-'

A loud bang was heard off in the distance. Rapid footsteps rapidly approached the room before her door was slammed open.

Letting out a shriek she quickly grasped a few sheets of paper and clutched them to her chest. Backing up into a corner the brunette let out an uneven laugh as she looked up into two fiery hazel eyes.

"FURIHATA KOUKI!" Her guest began, slamming her foot down onto the hardwood floor, "just where is your manuscript!" They shouted. Slamming their hand against the door, their eyebrows twitched in irritation as the brunette began weeping.

"SAKUNO-SAN" Furihata wailed, throwing the blank sheets of paper beside her, "I CAN'T WRITE OR DRAW ANYTHING" she sobbed crawling towards the elder woman, "I'M DONE FOR! I CAN'T COME UP WITH ANYTHING NEW AND UNIQUE! I'VE RUN OUT OF INSPIRATION! I'M DONE FOR, PLEASE HELP ME-" she pleaded hysterically, hugging the woman's legs.

Sakuno's glasses glinted as she clenched both of her fists in annoyance at the other's wailing, shaking off the crying brunette away from her she glanced down at the rumpled pieces of paper.

"The deadline was two weeks ago," she began ominously, her eyebrow twitching, "are you telling me, that you couldn't COME UP WITH ANYTHING!" the elder growled down at the other girl, "Do you have ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I HAD TO FIGHT THE PRINTERS." Sakuno insisted, shaking the other girl back and forth as she wept.

Furihata sobbed, taking out a hankerchief she wiped away her tears before standing up, "I think it's time for me to go-" She began, pacing towards her closet she slammed the door open and pulled out a suitcase.

Sakuno gritted her teeth, "just what do you think you're doing," she demanded, crossing her arms against her chest.

"I'm flying out to another country," Furihata answered, a blank look on her face as she placed a tourist hat onto her head and slammed her now full suitcase shut.

"Don't be ridiculous," Sakuno gritted out, fighting to take away the suitcase from the other girl.

Finally winning she threw the suitcase back inside the closet and closed the door, "you won't be going anywhere until you're finished with that manuscript you hear me," she stated pleasantly, "my reputation as an editor is at stake JUST WHO DO YOU THINK I AM!" She hollered, glancing behind her towards Furihata, who had been crawling towards the door in an attempt to escape.

Furihata laughed nervously, "I was just…" she trailed off, glancing vacantly at an empty spot on the ground behind her.

Sakuno sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose she stared down at the other girl, "I managed to get you another two weeks for you to get your shit together," she admitted grudgingly to the other.

Furihata let out a sigh, melting onto the floor, "Sakuno-san," she breathed out, a single tear trailing down her cheek, "you do care don't you," she sobbed, once more hugging her legs from her spot on the ground.

Sakuno tched in annoyance, "you're lucky you're such an accomplished writer," she answered, shaking off the other girl's grip on her legs, "I doubt anyone else would've gotten away with this."

Walking towards the door she turned back to stare at the younger girl, "you better have it ready in two weeks," she scowled, glancing down at the blank sheets of paper, "I expect the manuscript to be done before the two weeks are over."

And with that she left, slamming the other behind her evoking a violent shiver from the brunette.

Letting out a relieved sigh Furihata stood up, she was about to exit the room when her phone buzzed from its place on her desk. Turning it on and glancing at the message her eyes brightened and she rushed to the other side of the room, leaving her phone back on the desk. There on the screen read:

'Try joining a club at your school or something idiot, I better see at least 10 pages done by the end of the week.'

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Throwing herself onto her bed she grasped the laptop beside her and turned it on, logging into her account. For about an hour or so she spent her time researching different sports before finally deciding on sticking with basketball.

'It's the sport aniki played when he entered high school too after all.'

'I guess I should start doing research on strategies and such for the team along with studying our soon to be opponents.' She sighed. 'Seirin is a pretty new school. I wonder if we're even going to stand a chance against some of the older more experienced schools.' She quickly googled 'Japanese Basketball' and scrunched her eyebrows when she was bombarded with rainbow-haired males.

'Generation of Miracles?' She questioned, biting her nail. 'Who are they? Why do they have a Wikipedia page?' Eyes roaming around the page she glanced down at the number of articles they had written about them.

Clicking on the first link, her eyes widened as she was suddenly bombarded with different fan pages and large paragraph forms filled with information about one of said miracles. She quickly set her laptop down and grabbed one of the spare notebooks she had inside of her backpack, which was laying on the floor beside her bed.

Glancing down at the first picture she saw a male seemingly about her age winking up at the camera.

'His clothes have stitches and patterns of a well-known clothing mark,' Furihata noticed.

As she glanced further down her suspicions were proven correct as she read about his part-time modeling gig. As she went further on she was sent to different fan-pages and new articles about not just him, but the rest of the generation of miracles as well. Before she knew it she had filled up the whole notebook with all of the information she could grasp that had something to do with Kise Ryouta.

The deeper she dug the darker the sky outside her window became, soon nighttime had fallen. Deeming her work done she let out a stretch and yawned tiredly.

Closing her notebook she was about to shut down her laptop when a post caught her eye.

'Alright listen guys I know you might think I'm crazy, but I could've sworn that the generation of miracles has a sixth member.'

Furihata's eyes widened clicking on the comments she noted on the only two this post had both stating:

LoveRyota16: I think you were hallucinating because of Kise-chan's good looks

Basketballgeek: lol did a basketball hit you on the head too hard?

Biting her lip she opened her notebook, and on the very last page wrote, 'phantom player, the sixth member' and clicked open a new tab.