The sun was barely up when you stepped out of your house, fixing your blazer as you started toward Teikō Middle School. Today was your first day—new school, new faces, nerves buzzing under your skin.

You turned the corner too fast— thud

“Ah—sorry!” you blurted, steadying yourself as you bumped into someone.

The boy blinked up at you, pale blue hair almost falling into his eyes. His expression was unreadable, but he gave a small nod. “It’s fine.”

Noticing his Teikō uniform, you realized you were heading the same way. Before you could ask, he spoke quietly: “You’re going to Teikō as well? I can show you.”

Grateful, you walked with him. He didn’t talk much, but his presence was oddly grounding. At the gates, though, you felt it—stares.

Whispers spread like wildfire. “Who is she…?” “She looks like a model.” “No way she’s a middle schooler.”

Your deep voice carried as you thanked the boy. “Thanks for helping me out.” Kuroko simply nodded and slipped away like a ghost.

In class, the teacher cleared his throat, clearly trying not to stare. “Introduce yourself, please.”

You bowed slightly, calm and low-toned. “My name is [Name]. I just transferred here. Please take care of me.”

Every student froze, jaws dropping. Even the teacher looked flustered.

Later, you noticed something—Kuroko had left his bag with you.

You searched until you found yourself outside the gym. The thump of basketballs echoed. Inside, you spotted him practicing. Before you could approach—

“Well, hello there~” a tan boy smirked, leaning on a ball. “Step on me.”

You blinked. “…Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

Your face stayed perfectly straight. “No.”

Aomine clutched his chest dramatically. “Tch—cold-blooded.”

Ignoring him, you handed the bag to Kuroko. “You left this.”

Kuroko bowed slightly. “Thank you.”

The rest of the court—the Generation of Miracles—were already watching you with curious eyes. You gave Kuroko a small nod before leaving.

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Lunch break. The Miracles were eating together, loud as always, when—

“Kuroko, here—your book. You left it with me after history.”

That smooth voice cut through everything. The table froze as you handed Kuroko his book.

He blinked, accepted it. “Ah. Thank you.”

But before you could leave, Aomine leaned back with a grin. “Oi, gorgeous. Step on me.”

You deadpanned. “…No.”

He groaned like he’d been shot.

Meanwhile, you turned back to Kuroko. A soft smile curved your lips as you patted his head. “Don’t lose your stuff so much, okay?”

The cafeteria erupted in whispers as you walked off.

Kise nearly screamed. “KUROKOCCHI, SHE JUST SMILED AT YOU AND PATTED YOUR HEAD?! HOW IS THIS REAL LIFE?!”

Midorima muttered, flustered. “…Unbelievable.”

Murasakibara crunched lazily. “I like her. She’s cool.”

Akashi smirked faintly. “Interesting.”

Meanwhile, Aomine lay sprawled across the table, grinning despite his “pain.” “Rejected again… tch. Feels so good…”

Everyone stared.

“Wait—don’t tell me…” Kise gawked. “You’ve got a thing for this?!”

Aomine peeked out, shameless. “What can I say? Stunning goth types with that cold aura? Getting shut down by them? Hits different.”

Midorima: “…Disgusting.”

Murasakibara: “Goth girls are cute though…”

Akashi, sipping tea like this was normal: “So you enjoy humiliation. Predictable.”

Aomine smirked, eyes on the door you’d left through. “She’s perfect. Cold with me but sweet with Kuroko? Reject me all day, baby.”

Kise slammed his head on the table. “I can’t be seen with you.”

Kuroko, unfazed, calmly ate. “…She just has presence.”