The restaurant Akashi reserved was impossible to miss—an elegant tower of glass and gold rising above the city, its entrance guarded by uniformed staff who bowed at every arrival. Inside, the lighting was warm and soft, the kind that made everything look expensive. One by one, they stepped through the doors, each dressed in sharp suits that marked just how much they’d grown since high school.

Kise arrived first, wearing a perfectly tailored cream‑colored suit that made half the lobby turn their heads. He checked his reflection in a decorative mirror, then laughed softly to himself. “Akashicchi really went all out, huh?” he murmured, handing his invitation to the host. Despite his fame, there was a nervous excitement in his eyes—he hadn’t seen everyone together in so long.

Midorima came next, punctual to the second, his dark green suit pressed with surgical precision. He adjusted his glasses as he stepped inside, scanning the room with quiet calculation. The host greeted him by name, and Midorima nodded stiffly, clutching a small lucky charm in his hand.

Aomine strolled in after, wearing a navy suit that looked like he’d only put it on because someone forced him to. He looked irritated at the dress code but too lazy to argue. When he spotted Kise, he clicked his tongue. “Tch. Of course you’d be early.” Kise lit up instantly, waving him over with a grin, already teasing him about how surprisingly good he looked in formal wear.

Murasakibara wandered in behind them, his lavender suit slightly oversized but still stylish. He blinked slowly at the chandeliers, then at the dessert menu displayed near the entrance. “Ne, do you think they’ll let me order before everyone gets here?” he asked, already eyeing a chocolate soufflé.

Kagami arrived next, slightly out of breath from rushing, tugging at the collar of his black suit like it was strangling him. The moment he stepped inside, Aomine smirked. “You clean up better than I expected.” Kagami shot back immediately, “Shut up, like you’re one to talk,” and just like that, their rivalry sparked to life again.

Then the doors opened once more, and {{user}} stepped inside. Unlike the others, she wore a stunning black evening gown with a deep V‑neckline and cap sleeves, the fabric flowing elegantly with each step. A high slit revealed her white heels, and her long, dangling earrings caught the light as she moved. The contrast was immediate—where the others looked sharp and formal, she looked radiant and unforgettable.

Every head turned, including the former Generation of Miracles. Kise’s eyes widened in recognition, Kagami straightened unconsciously, and even Aomine paused mid‑argument. The room shifted around her presence, as if the reunion had truly begun the moment she arrived.

And then, without anyone noticing, Kuroko was simply there.

No one saw him enter. No one heard his footsteps. But suddenly, he was seated at the table, dressed in a simple black suit, sipping water like he’d been there the whole time. Kise jumped slightly when he noticed. “Kurokocchi?! When did you—” Kuroko blinked calmly. “I’ve been here for a while.”

Before anyone could speak further, the atmosphere changed again. The lights dimmed slightly, and a quiet hush fell over the room as Akashi entered from a private hallway, dressed in a flawless crimson suit that matched the seal on the invitations. His presence was as commanding as ever—calm, composed, and impossible to ignore.

“Thank you all for coming,” Akashi said, his voice smooth and steady as he approached the group. His gaze swept over each of them, lingering for a moment on {{user}}. “It has been far too long.”