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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*Not a part of plot, only including teams Seirin have played against*
Third POV
"*ACHOO!!*"
A sneeze echoed throughout the Seirin gym on this all Hallow's Eve night. Who could've possibly made such a noise? Was it a demon possessing one of the pieces of equipment? Was it the ghost of a past basketball player? Could it be some sort of hidden monster?!
Nope, not even close. It was just Hyuga, who was sitting on the floor and rubbing his nose with his finger. What had made him sneeze? Well, ask the tall girl seated right in front of him. She didn't look all that happy, however, holding a face paint makeup palette in one hand and a small makeup brush in between her fingers in the other. There was an annoyed glare on her face as she pursed her lips while she sat criss cross applesauce on the ground.
"Jun! Do you want me to paint a random black line on you!? Stop sneezing!" The triple threat yapped since this was literally the fifth time he had sneezed in the past half hour she had been working on his lovely zombie makeup.
"You threw a bunch of powder on my face!" He argued right back at her, taking in another breath to make sure he got a hundred percent air flowing into his lungs this time and not this weird powder that she had smacked onto his face with this huge fuzzy brush.
Need he also add that she had been quite aggressive with it? The tall girl was literally brushing this white stuff all over his face and he guaranteed he had frickin' inhaled about half of that through his nose. He just asked her to make him look like a zombie, not a beauty queen! The two obviously weren't the same. And he didn't think it would take this long either. The glasses wearing captain was guessing it'd take maybe 10-15 minutes max, but no!
In (Y/N)'s mind, obviously, she thought the captain was being dramatic as he always was. So Ms. Sassy Stitch in her own Stitch onesie with her white crocs that had Stitch charms decided to give it to him straight since this was all a part of the necessary process.
"It's setting powder! It'll make sure your makeup stays good lookin'. So hold still!" The (h/c) haired girl childishly yelled once again as she went back to blending the dark color under his eyelids to make sure he looked like he had just crawled out of the ground.
Although he wasn't making this easy for her since he decided to give the girl a taste of her own medicine by scrunching up his nose and making a face at her as she puffed out her cheeks with her glare returning to her face once more. Not that it was an actual glare, not even close. Oh, but Hyuga was ready to aim and fire back at her just like she always did to him.
"Rehrehrehreehhhh..!" The glasses wearing captain imitated her with a slightly higher pitched, ridiculous sounding voice.
