The Generation of Miracles, a team of young players who changed the world of basketball with their national wins being at only middle school level. There were seven members of the team, one being the only female player, (Y/N) Bashira, AKA, 'The Trip...
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Third POV
"Get in, Sparkle Farts! We're going shopping!" (Y/N) announced as she stayed leaning out the side of her car window, her long (h/c) hair that was down for once hanging over her shoulder and over her arm.
Aomine was a little...caught off guard to say the least. As far as he had known, it was only him and Momoi that was going to be shopping for his new shoes. Not that this was a bad thing, but the triple threat was the last person he had ever expected to see. The two girls had yet to notice the dumbfounded, dropped jaw expression on his face as he stood gawking at the very sight before him. And it had nothing to do with the fact that the tall girl had just pulled up to the Touou manager's place like she did, playing Low Rider and all.
That was just (Y/N).
"Hey, Shirarin!" The pink haired girl waved as she began jogging over to her car just as the (h/c) haired girl pushed her shades up onto her head with that bright grin on her face.
Although, someone was about to spoil that little moment since he was clearly feeling a little more than left out. Aomine's hand soon shot out and placed itself on Momoi's shoulder, halting her in her tracks as she turned back to give her childhood friend a bit of a lecture had he not spoken first.
"Wait, wait, wait, hold on! Satsuki, she's the one we've been waiting for!?" The navy blue haired boy suddenly yapped, gesturing his hand right toward the triple threat, making it sound like she was his arch enemy that was the last person on this earth that he ever wanted to see.
Which is, of course, not true at all. Momoi knew that, but clearly, her idiot of a childhood friend didn't realize the way that sounded at all.
"Dai-chan!" The pink haired girl's heated gaze scolded the boy as she turned back to glare at him.
That seemed to be when Aomine realized just how harsh he had sounded when he said that. Looking to the (h/c) haired girl, he could see the slight surprise and hesitation in her (e/c) gaze now that he had spoken like that. Oooh, that made him wince a little bit because that's not the message he wanted to convey. Still, he did have a little something to say to his childhood friend as he sent her a bit of an annoyed glare.
Momoi didn't care, let's just say that.
"You could've given me a heads up!" The miracle ace sort of yelled in much more of a hushed tone of voice, putting his hand out towards (Y/N), who visibly deflated a little bit.
He killed the whole vibe completely, because now her music had stopped, her happy attitude seemed to take a more gloomy and cautious turn as she kind of cringed just a little bit. Now the girl was kind of feeling like maybe she might not have been welcomed here. The (h/c) haired girl then slowly began bringing her hand up, pointing towards the exit to the driveway. Maybe it was too early after all.
"Momo, like I said, if it's too soon, I can just-"
"NO!! You put that car in park!" Momoi cut her bestie off completely with a loud and commanding yell, pointing directly at the triple threat and demanded that she stop her car right here and now.
