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Seirin vs Shutoku - Fight!

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            “And it’s Seirin High vs. Shūtoku High!” The announcer’s voice echoed through the stadium as cheers erupted from the stand.

            We stood around Riko, listening to her game start-up.

            “Hyūga, you’re the shooting guard. Mitobe, center; Kagami, power forward; Masami and Kuroko, do whatever.” I held back a laugh as everyone raised their eyebrows. “On Shūtoku’s team, there’s Midorima-kun, a former member of the Generation of Miracles. Watch out for him,” Riko instructed. The five of us nodded our heads.

            “Midorima-kun has gotten better. Once he gets the ball, his three-pointers are unstoppable since it always goes in. His arcs are incredibly high.” Kuroko spoke up.

            “What do you mean, Kuroko?” Hyūga demanded. Our attentions shifted towards the green-haired man wearing glasses on the opposite team.

            “His shots never miss the basket.” I caught a hint of admiration in Kuroko’s simple statement.

            “Daijōbu! We’ll win if you put your minds to it,” Riko exclaimed. “Unless you want to confess naked…” She chuckled maliciously. Everyone’s face paled while I looked on curiously.

            “Huh? Confess naked?” I asked, curiosity taking over.

            “That’s right. If we don’t win first overall, you have to confess to your love naked! You’re included in this bunch.” I could see an evil glint in her eyes. The boys began to think perverted thoughts, causing their faces to red while Koganei, Izuki and Tsuchida held the bridges of their noses.

            “N-na-naked?!” I squeaked out. “B-but what if y-you don’t have a c-cr-crush?”

            “As a young maiden, you must have had a crush or two, or even a boyfriend. You’ll definitely have a crush, Masami-chan.” I gulped loudly, my own face beginning to burn a light pink shade, almost like my hair.

            The buzzer sounded, making the five of us walk out onto the court while the others sat on the bench, cheering our names out.

            “I’m definitely NOT confessing naked, so we better win today!” I growled out. The four boys turned around and winked at me, giving me a thumbs-up.

            “I wouldn’t mind if you confessed to me, Masami-chan,” Kagami joked. I sent him scampering with a death glare.

            “Go die, Bakagami!” I shouted.

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            “It’s 89 – 94! Shūtoku’s in the lead!” The non-stop chattering of the audience began to irritate me during our short break. A vein popped up on my temple.

            “I hate it when they keep repeating what we already know…stupid people,” I growled angrily.

            “Masami-chan, calm down.” Riko’s hand was on top of my head as she grabbed a fistful of my hair.

            “Ow, ow, ow, Riko-chan! My hair!” I wailed. I tried to tug it back down in place, but she didn’t release her grip. I knew that Mitobe would help me anytime I called out to him, so I did.