The Generation of Miracle Hates Me

C20

I was exhausted. We had played a minimum of 20 games till it was dark....AND we didn't get anywhere.

"Misaki... you're bad." Seijuro says, bluntly.

I blushed. "Well, we tied!"

"You took 3 breaks in between each game."

"Shut up.." I said, pouting.

He paused and walked closer to me. 

My eyes widened. 

"You did good today..." He said, patting my head gently.

I smiled slightly. "Thanks."

Next Day

I had woken up early in hopes to play against Seijuro but he refused to, claiming he had things to do other than playing with me. Why did I even agree on playing with them...No wait, I DIDN"T.

I walked to the basketball court alone, dribbling the ball back and forth. I knew someone was there.

"Aomine..." I whispered under my breathe.

He must've heard because he turned around. At the sight of me, his face became emotionless.

"What do you want?" Aomine sassed (Yes, he can sass.)

"Move over. I wanna shoot some baskets too." I ordered.

"Play me one- on-one." 

"Ok Aomine, I will. After all, I'm Kise." I said, trying to mock Kise.

"Tch, why did I even try?" He said, clearly irritated.

Just as he turned around, I said, "FIne."

He smiled, (not in a good way).  

Aomine dribbled the ball to me.

"AOMINE-CHIIII!!! PLAY ONE ON ONE WITH MEEEEEE!!!!" 

I knew who it was. 

"Oh, Misakicchii, You're here too. Can I play?" He asked, pleadingly.

Aomine smirked. "Yeah, you're on my team. Misaki's gonna go 2v1."

"What do you-"

"You win if you can't beat 2 of us." He pointed out, making a good point.

"FIne." I said, hesitantly, dribbling the ball back and forth.

The air was tense. I slowly passed the ball to Aomine. He passed it back to me. The game had started.