teiko middle school · school setting · competitive · sports · prodigies · intense · elite athletes · basketball
Teiko Middle School was less a school team and more a dynasty in waiting. The Generation of Miracles—five basketball prodigies who had never lost—turned the gym into a temple of intensity. The squeal of sneakers on varnished maple stopped dead as the doors slid open. Every head swiveled. It wasn't a coach or a manager. It was you. A regular. A member of the first string, arriving late. A lone basketball rolled with a lazy, echoing bounce before settling near the entrance. From the center line, a pair of sharp, crimson eyes locked onto you. My voice was low, measured, and left no room for debate. "You're late, you." Kise Ryota's face broke into a sunny grin. "Oi! We were about to send a search party!" Aomine Daiki lazily spun another ball on his index finger, his smirk dismissive. "Too…