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
The second quarter was now starting, Seirin needed to start making some points if they wanted to stand a chance at winning this game against Yosen. Good thing they had a plan of some kind. Though, this was more from the two miracles doing what they did best. The other Seirin members weren't too sure what this plan was going to entail, and that just made them all more nervous.
Standing out of bounds with the ball, the referee's whistle signaled Kuroko to throw the ball in right to (Y/N), who was acting as point guard this time around. And right when she caught it and turned back around to get the game started back up again, she had some people waiting for her. The pink and white team didn't waste any time in putting their own defense up right away with Fukui and Tatsuya taking care of double teaming the triple threat, just like their coach wanted them to.
Although, what was a little eerie was the tall girl didn't look too concerned. In fact, she smirked as she dribbled the ball in place.
"Ah, there you are. Figured you guys would do that," the (h/c) haired girl spoke to herself, not at all surprised that the team of giants were right there ready to guard the net like their lives depended on it.
And it could be felt throughout the entire gym, it wasn't just down on the court. It was like everyone was down on the court playing too. The Kurosaki twins, especially, were rather sensitive to it. Both Marisa and Hayate, as designated babysitters it seemed, watched as the color from both Masaru and Naoki's faces drained. Both of them looked like they were going to puke.
"Geez, this pressure's making me nauseous," the pink haired boy mumbled, feeling his guts bubbling from his anxiety.
"I can't even make fun of you because samesies," his older twin brother agreed as he put his hand in front of his mouth to make sure his lunch stayed down.
Man, the two of them had gone up against tall guys before, but this sort of pressure was so intense and gnarly. It felt like they had become little, itty-bitty beings underneath a microscope. So this was what the bugs that they looked at in science class felt like, huh? Wicked. Even the rest of the Bashira clan had to admit, this was some insane pressure that only seemed to be growing by the second.
"Sheesh. They're totally just trying to crush them, aren't they," Kou commented as he sat back in his seat, not even remembering the last time he had felt something like this in a game.
"That's exactly what's happening. Yosen only has one goal here: ending them," Aomine piped up, his navy eyes locked down on the court, seeing the triple threat with the ball still in her possession.
She was moving subtly, but not enough to the point where it looked like she was going to dart past them. It was a tight spot, Alex had to admit. If Seirin didn't find an opening soon, then they were going to be up Shit Creek without a paddle. The red and black team needed to score now, or they were finished. The blonde woman kept her eyes on the sole female player down on the court, keeping her arm out to make sure her marks didn't try and steal the ball from her.
