Chapter 1 : The Generation of Miracles
"The Generation of Miracles, huh."
The psychologist stared at the room in front of him.
A redhead was laughing as he chased an extremely tan boy around, waving a pair of dangerously sharp scissors near his head. A few steps away, a boy over two meters tall had amassed an extremely large collection of snacks as empty wrappers piled up near his feet. He was ignoring a green haired boy with glasses, who was yelling at him while holding…
Holding…
Wait, is that a BOWLING PIN!?
A pink haired girl had wrapped herself around the light blue haired boy, who was lazily sipping a vanilla milkshake.
"ALRIGHT! So who is your captain?" To the poor doctor's dismay, the redhead with the sharp and very dangerous implement in his hand stood and smiled.
"That would be me. I am Akashi Seijurou. You may refer to me as the emperor."
The psychologist proceeded to scribble on his clipboard 'God Complex.'
"You just wrote that I had a God Complex. Why do you think so?" The psychologist blanched, checking his clipboard. Sees through solid surfaces?
He heard the remainder of the room mutter something along the lines of "Emperor Eye."
"You- er- your team- will be the first to be examined."
"But we aren't a team?" pointed out Kise.
"It says right here that you are in a team called the Generation of Miracles," muttered the doctor. "Alright, looks like we'll start with the first actual team."
Akashi grinned, waving the scissors. "Are you saying that my team is not an actual team? Because I'm pretty sure that I misheard, wouldn't you agree?"
'Violent tendencies when provoked'
"That is true, I only get violent when something bothers me." Behind Akashi's back, Murasakibara nearly choked on his maibou while Aomine let out a barely concealed snort.
The poor psychologist retreated to the desk, careful to keep the clipboard in between him and the sharp thing that he would not like wedged in is body thank you very much.
"Er… current team, then. Seirin, please come in." Casting a glance around the rest of the room, the doctor added, "Please vacate the room."
Luckily, the pink haired girl… Momo? Momi? Ah, Momoi, that was it. She seemed to have a handle on the rest of the (unconfirmed) clinically insane mentally challenged boys and herded them out of the room.
Sagging onto his desk with relief, the-doctor-who-shall-not-be-named regretted every action in his life which had led up to this moment. He really needed some caffeine. And a nap. And a new job.
