Chapter One: Fashionably Late.
Standing behind the tripod and video camera was the team manager, wearing her regular pink tee shirt with an Adidas logo in the middle of her chest, white track pants with red lines down the side, her long auburn curls in a high ponytail, blue flower hairclips on either side of her ears, and a cap with initials of her team on it.
Orihime watched from the side of the court as the team practiced.
While she was focused on all her team members, she often find her line of sight lingering just a little longer on the guy with spiky bright orange hair.
She noticed that Ichigo was becoming really close to the team member with short cropped violet hair. The two of them shared great energy on the court and worked so well together. They had great banter and joked around too.
It was as if they had been friends for a long long time. But in reality it has only been weeks.
She didn't let it bother her though. Not for long anyway.
A loud thud with accompanying hurried footsteps signaled the arrival of the last team member, who was fashionably late.
"Oh how lovely of you to join us," Kuchiki snorted at him.
"Why you little-!" The tall member with tattoos and fiery red hair at a fiery temper to match.
"Why do you bother turning up?"
And so the bickering begins.
Until the team manager puts herself between the boys and told them to stop.
She was sweet by nature, her voice soft and gentle. But to do her job well she had to be stern.
"Renji-kun, I'm going to ask you to clean up after today's practice, and lock up after." Orihime said as she updated the roster on her clipboard.
"WHAT?! No way. You can't be serious! Listen, O-"
Ichigo was about to say something but Kuchiki intercepted.
"Don't raise your voice at her you je-, you PUNK!"
"How dare you call me a punk? Shorty!"
Shorty?
POWW.
And the nimble short violet hair landed a punch at the tall red haired.
"Stop, please," Orihime pleaded but it fell on deaf ears.
"Oi! Cut it out you guys," Ichigo yelled at the two.
Thankful for the help from Ichigo, Orihime gave him a small smile. They then approached the fighting duo and pulled them apart.
Orihime tugged the violet haired, while Ichigo tugged the red haired, putting a halt to the fight stopped.
"Both of you will stay back and clean up. Now everyone, do a 5km run."
The team groaned and glared at the two culprits that caused them their random penalty run.
It has been the usual occurrence, two of them at loggerheads. It was almost as if they did it to get the others' attention.
Orihime wondered if that were true.
Interesting.
She was going to have to investigate further.
It will have to wait. For now, everyone was to finish 5 kms on the field outside. If you think the team manager is tough on them, wait till you meet their coach.
After all, they were the best of best at what they do. They trained hard. They played hard. They were selected after rounds of athelics test and a a panel of personality interview. There's a waiting list to join the team each year.
They are the current defending champions of Karakura Men's basketball.
They are the Bleach Basketball Club.
Hello reader-san
I'm back with a light hearted fun drabble. I hope you enjoy this despite everything happening in the world today. It's not my old style of novel/stories but more of a casual scribbles. I hope this means more frequent updates. But no promises.
P.s. I can't wait for you to meet the rest of the team.
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I'm so bad on IG but will try to add an image for each chapter. This time I'm incorporating Hime's original daggy Soul Society outfit with a sporty touch so it's cooler.