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
Well...let's just say...Kuroko's shooting lesson was...lessoning, (Y/N) supposed.
The phantom boy had spent the past ten minutes throwing the ball at the net in an attempt to make a basket. There's a big emphasis on the attempt part of that statement. Because out of the about fifty baskets he shot, the light blue haired boy maybe made two or three. The triple threat and Aomine were still kind of standing off to the side with the tall girl being the best hype woman that she could be while the navy haired boy simply wasn't trying to hide his cringing at the absolute horror he had promised to watch.
Especially this next one. Kuroko had done the same thing he had been doing for the past day or two; he dribbled the ball up to the free throw line, just like he had been doing this whole, he caught the ball in his hands, and then proceeded to throw the ball. It went waaaaayyyyy off course. Like, it hit the side edge of the backboard before bouncing off and flying into the grass just off to the side of the court.
"Oooh, that's okay, Tetsu! You'll get the next one!" The tall girl cheered for her phantom friend as he ran after the ball, breathing rather heavily from all of this training.
She wanted to be encouraging, because encouragement helped with progress, as her brilliant philosophy went. Though, ya girl ain't gonna lie, she was trying really hard not to cringe or anything like that. But Kuroko's form...his shooting pose...she felt like she was watching a brand new player who had never picked up a ball before. Which obviously wasn't the case with the light blue haired phantom. But shooting was not at all his thing.
Aomine, on the other hand, wasn't trying to hide anything. His cringes got even more hardcore by the second, he wasn't holding anything back. God, this was his huge ass ick. He couldn't...bleh, he just felt chills go down his spine in a disgusted manner at his old friend's shooting. Standing there with his arms crossed right beside the tall girl, the navy blue haired ace simply shook his head as the light blue haired boy finally started coming back slowly from fetching the ball that had rolled off to who knows where.
"(Y/N), he frickin' sucks at shooting. I literally don't know what to even do," Aomine voiced his opinions to the triple threat as he turned to look at her, putting his hand out towards the phantom player a little bit.
This was truly the first time the miracle ace had ever been really stumped when it came to trying to teach someone how to shoot. Like, he could teach Momoi how to shoot a ball decently and that was saying something, but anywho! He wasn't about to say that out loud if he didn't want to get his behind beaten. In all seriousness, Kuroko's level of shooting was like that of a five year old's, he just didn't even have the proper basics down all that much. It was incredible yet really annoying all at the same time.
The (h/c) haired girl beside him had to really start up her brain cells. That coffee that she had earlier needed to be her fuel right now. Putting a hand on her hip with the other on her chin, scrunching her nose up a little bit as the gears tried their best to start turning. Kind of looked like a hard thinking bunny to Aomine-AH! He had to not let his feelers get the better of him right at the moment! His blush was gonna start showing up on his face.
