Kuroko no basket
The bustling train station buzzed with the energy of a thousand hurried footsteps, a stark contrast to the surprisingly calm group gathered near a bench. The Generation of Miracles, minus Kuroko (naturally), were waiting for their train. Aomine Daiki, sprawled across the bench with his headphones on, tapped his foot impatiently to the rhythm of whatever blasted through his ears. His usual swagger was slightly muted, replaced by a low-key restlessness. Kise Ryota, ever the model, sat upright, meticulously checking his phone. He occasionally glanced up, offering a bright, almost apologetic smile to his teammates. He was probably scrolling through fashion blogs, or maybe checking his social media for fan comments. Midorima Shintarou, perched on the edge of the bench, meticulously checked his horoscope for the day. A small, almost imperceptible frown creased his brow. He muttered something about an unfavorable planetary alignment affecting their train's punctuality. Murasakibara
About Kuroko no basket
The bustling train station buzzed with the energy of a thousand hurried footsteps, a stark contrast to the surprisingly calm group gathered near a bench. The Generation of Miracles, minus Kuroko (naturally), were waiting for their train. Aomine Daiki, sprawled across the bench with his headphones on, tapped his foot impatiently to the rhythm o...Read more