The Generation of Miracle Hates Me

C2

(Misaki POV)

I finally arrived home...

Home?

This didn't feel like my home. I felt that my home was in America, where the people I love and cherish are.

I wonder if I'll ever return there someday...

Seijuro nudged open the doors and carried my bags up to my room.

"Thank you, Seijuro-nii-san!" I said, hugging him.

I only called him 'Seijuro-nii-san' when he did something nice...helpful...you know.

He pushed me away and left without saying another word.

As distant as always.

I quickly put my things away and changed into casual clothing. I changed into a white T-shirt, black shorts, and black socks.

I rearranged my room (which took 9999999 years) to a style that comforted me and headed down to Seijuro's room.

As I opened the door, he seemed to be...playing Shogi by himself?

"Seijuro!" I called out to him as I entered his room.

He glared at me as if I was a nuisance.

"What?"

"Where's father?" I asked. I saw Seijuro's expression sour, and I instantly regretted asking.

"Neeeeeeever mind." I mumbled, turnig around quickly, attempting to exit the room.

"Misaki."

I glanced back at him, midway to the door.

He stared at me with his heterochromatic eyes that beckoned me over.

I nervously walked over.

"Yes..?" I uttered.

"I'm taking you to see the Generation of Miracles tomorrow." He stated simply.

"Generation of Miracles? Is that a movie? You're taking me to a movie? Well, that's a first." I stared at him suprised, using a bit of sarcasm in my voice.

"No, they're people." He answered.

"So...the actors of the movie? But I haven't watched the movie yet." I reasoned.

"No, they're basketball players, idiot."

A wave of dissapointment came over me. Were these his friends?

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Yeah...Akashi is apparently a loner.