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Although everyone in Seirin’s basketball club already knew that those who were addressed by the title of ‘Generation of Miracles’ were all a bunch of remediless weirdoes, including the ‘Phantom Sixth Player’ that was now their teammate, the conversation that they were about to have with two of them came completely out of the left field and surely didn’t cut corners in making them seem even more ‘special’ than the rest of the basketball players – in one too many different ways. “I’m… really touching Murasakibara Atsushi right now and not a miniature robot… right?” hesitantly asked Hyuuga, softly nudging the small version of Murasakibara with his finger as if touching an unknown life form. “Yes, that’s without a doubt Murasakibara Atsushi, Hyuuga-senpai…” sighed Kagami, already dead tired so early in the morning. It had been a huge headache to explain the current circumstances revolving around both teams in this week-long training and four other more which contained the remaining ex-play...

“Kagami…” started Hyuuga, a deep frown on his features as he remained sat down on the bench, his mouth hidden behind his entwined fingers as he stared away into the distance. “You have five minutes to find Kuroko and drag him back here. Even if he sucks at basketball right now, it’s okay. You seem to be the only one being hit by him or taking damages through his passes, so you’ll have to become the sacrificial victim so we can beat Rakuzan. Is that clear?” “Ah… H-Hyuuga-san… You’re seriously scaring me right now…” hesitantly confessed Kagami, carefully taking a couple of steps back so he could put some distance between himself and the pissed-off captain. “Four minutes and 30 seconds,” reminded Hyuuga, sideways glaring at Kagami while slowly straightening his sitting position on the bench. “I-I’m on it…!!” yelped Kagami, bursting into a furious run towards the open door of the gym that connected with the corridor that gave access to the locker rooms. A thin layer of sweat covered his br...

“Haa… Haa…! Ngh… Haa…” His body was so weakened that all he could do was wobble around through the ridiculously large corridor that connected the gym to the locker room which belonged to the boy’s basketball club. Kuroko heavily panted while clutching at his own clothes as he tried to find some solace once again in the same place as the previous day. I knew it… I shouldn’t… have come to school…, inwardly admonished himself Kuroko, his eyes half-lidded as he locked them on the door that gave access to his objective. With feet tripping all on their own, his shoulder came crashing against the wall, using it as both support and as a source of refrigeration due to the coldness it displayed compared to his smothering body. I should have… pretended to be sick… and stayed at home… until Akashi-kun returns to… Kyoto… “Ahaha… I’m such… haa… a coward…” bitterly laughed Kuroko, sluggishly parting his body from the wall and resuming with his slow crawl to the locker room. His wrist, however, was g...

For the first time ever in his whole life, Kuroko didn’t want to go to school. Even while those nasty events during middle school and his broken friendship with Ogiwara had happened, he still kept enough dedication to his studies and love for the sport to continue attending school every single day – even if he ran the risk of having to interact with his former teammates after he delivered his withdrawal notice form to the attended captain of the team. Akashi, obviously. However, the current circumstances were completely different from that time. Though Kuroko had absolutely no problems with attending classes or bumping into some of his former teammates now, he definitely had quite the big trouble to go to his basketball practices, mainly because a certain former teammate of his would also be attending them for the entirety of that newly started week. I don’t want to go to school… I don’t want to go to school…, inwardly chanted Kuroko in the back of his head, slowly walking down the sa...

“If I were to give you a name right now,” started Murasakibara, a macaroon being munched by his tiny mouth and held in his tiny hands as he sideways glanced to Kagami. “It would be without a shadow of a doubt ‘insensitive asshole’.” “Shut it! No one asked you for any opinion, now did they!?” roared Kagami, noisily slamming the wok he was using to cook some shrimp fried rice on the hob he was standing in front of. As he furiously mixed the rice and other ingredients with a spatula, he continuously grumbled, more to himself than to the tiny purple-haired male sitting on top of an already half-empty box of assorted macarons. “Shit, what the fuck is wrong with freaking Ahomine!? If someone should be pissed off here it’s me, who was used as a fucking trial date so that ‘Miss’ Aomine can go back to be ‘Mister’ Aomine! I wholeheartedly offered him my help, shattering my own heart in the process so that idiot can successfully confess to Kuroko and break his curse, but what did I get in return?...

“That damn pipsqueak...” grumbled Kagami, holding onto his school bag over his shoulder as he slowly walked towards Seirin high school’s main gate. “With his perpetual expressionlessness, you would think he doesn’t cause trouble to anyone... But there he is! Stuffing basketballs on my body during important practice matches because he can’t keep it in his pants... I don’t even get how his curse took on such ways!? Shouldn’t he have become completely invisible or something along those lines!?” “K-Kagami-chan!!” suddenly called a familiar male voice, though the tone used to say his name was far less aggressive and grumpy than it usually sounded like. When Kagami took a closer look to the front gate, he could find Aomine there, right in the middle of the open exit. His face, however, was unusually smeared with red in the midst of his tanned features, his body taking on a stance that lacked the usual self-confidence of his panther-like self. “Um... Ah... C-Can I talk with you for a little b...

Wobbling around as he crossed the corridor that connected the gym to the few locker rooms that the building housed, Kuroko tightly shut his mouth closed with one of his hands while the other tried to conceal the bulge in his crotch area sticking out of his training shorts by pulling down his t-shirt. His scattered movements made the trip to the basketball team’s locker room unbearably long and slow, every step that he gave forward making a soft whimper escape his throat due to the friction of his soaked with body fluids underwear against his leaking, hard cock. As soon as he managed to stumble inside of the locker room, Kuroko’s legs finally gave out and he painfully fell on the floor, his body so hot and his breathing rhythm so heavy that he wished that someone would drown him in the Arctic ocean and put an end to his misery. Trembling hands plastered against the ground and nails scratching softly at the hard surface, he tried to straighten his body enough to crawl over to the showe...

A loud whistling sound resounded through the gym currently occupied by Seirin basketball club, the sound of sports shoes scraping against the floor coming to a total halt and filling the large area with only the sound of heavy breathing. All of the basketball players immediately surrounded their female coach, her skipping in their direction making obvious what she was about to announce. “Guys, Rakuzan is here~,” said Riko with a sing-song voice, doing an overdramatic movement with her body and arms to point to the main entrance of the gym, a group of students appearing there from the corridor that brought them from the locker rooms area. “So~ As I said this morning~ If you lose... you’re dead~” “Y-Yes...” acknowledged the basketball team in unison, feeling yet another shudder run down their spines as they saw the movement that the brunette had done with her hand, her thumb slicing through her throat, as an even bigger warning than her words. “We have done our warming up exercises, so i...

Hello. My name is Kise Ryouta, a 16 years old high school student. I’m currently hiding inside of the storage room of one of Kaijou High’s gyms because my fangirls are out to kill me! Obviously, that wasn’t what was truly happening right that moment but Kise could swear that his life was being sucked dry out of him since early that morning. It was now well past lunch break and in a couple of hours, the school would be over. He had been on his hideout for almost the entirety of his first day as a second-year student. Being a famous male model and a budding basketball star, Kise was used to be the centre of everyone’s attention, whether female or male, young or old. He was used to be looked at with dreamy and fascinated eyes – not being looked at with weirded out glances. He was used to having photos taken of him, as his work required such, that would later be published in popular magazines or in large billboards – not having ridiculous photos taken by cell phones that would surely end u...