Crush on the Court

2. The Generation of Miracles

Growing up, Kiyoko was always the tallest girl in her class. By the time she graduated middle school, she was already 173 centimeter. She has grown a little taller since then, but she doesn't care. Not anymore.

What used to be her biggest insecurity became her biggest strength. On the court, she was fast. Faster than any player she had seen. Kiyoko took pride in her abilities, and they were partly due to her long legs.

Kiyoko was out of her seat the second the final bell rang. She ran to her locker, threw her homework into her bag, and ran to the gym.

She changed as fast as she could, itching to get to the court. Though, Kiyoko made sure to remember to change into a sports bra. She made the mistake of not changing into a sports bra to play basketball once, never again.

Kiyoko fixed her ponytail as she walked into the gym. Some of the boys whispered to themselves as Kiyoko walked toward them. She rolled her eyes as she waited for the coach to start.

Riko talked with another student. Must be one of the second years on the team.

"Alright, it looks like all the first years are here!" The spiky haired boy Kiyoko saw that morning smiled at the small group of students.

The tall, silent boy waved from beside him when he saw Kiyoko approach the group. She waved back.

"Hey, the manager is pretty cute, isn't she?" One of the boys trying out whispered to his friend beside him.

"She's a second year," the friend whispered back.

"If only she were a little sexier."

Kiyoko rolled her eyes so hard, she thought they would fall out of her head.

The team captain punched both of the boys in the back of the head. "Hey, you morons. You're wrong."

Kiyoko tried to hold in a laugh, but failed. She covered her mouth with her hand.

The captain gave her a small smile as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Riko stepped up. "I'm the basketball coach, Aida Riko." She smiled at Kiyoko, who returned the smile. "Nice to meet you."

"Who's that, then?" One of the boys that got punched in the back of the head pointed to a old man who sat on the other side of the gym.

"That's our club advisor, Mr. Takeda." Riko smiled.

"Seriously?"

"You're kidding, right?"

Kiyoko rolled her eyes at the boys. She enjoyed the fact their couch was Riko.

"Now that you're all acquainted with Mr. Takeda, I guess it's time to begin." Riko spun around, a serious look on her face. "Lose the shirts."

"What?!" The boys shouted. "Why?"

Kiyoko was confused. She didn't care, Kiyoko preferred to play in her sports bra, less sweating that way. She just didn't understand why they would be starting without their shirts.

"Just do it," the captain shouted.

Riko walked over to Kiyoko. "Takahashi, right?"

Kiyoko nodded her head. "That's me."

"You don't have to take your shirt off."

Kiyoko shrugged. "I don't care, I just wanna know why."

"I will analyze your body, get an idea of what you're capable of," Riko said. "It's easier to do it with your shirt off."

Kiyoko shrugged. "I don't have to take my bra off too, do it?"

Some of the first year boys snapped their head in the girls' direction. The captain punched them in the back of the head again.