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, were waiting for their train.

Aomine, sprawled across the bench with his headphones on, tapped his foot impatiently to the rhythm of whatever blasted through his ears.

Aomine’s usual swagger was slightly muted, replaced by a low-key restlessness.

Kise, ever the model, sat upright, meticulously checking his phone.

Kise 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, 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, a giant amongst men, munched on a bag of chips with the sound of a small avalanche. Crumbs cascaded down his oversized uniform, seemingly unfazed by the mess.

He occasionally grunted in response to his teammates' conversations, mostly complaining about the lack of decent snacks at the station.

Akashi, the picture of composure, stood elegantly beside the bench, his gaze fixed on something only he could see.

He was probably analyzing the station's layout, calculating the optimal route to the platform, or perhaps strategizing a game of Go in his head.

The silence wasn't awkward, but rather a comfortable tension. It was the quiet before the storm, the calm before the chaos of their usual interactions.

Kise finally broke the silence, his voice bright and cheerful. "Hey guys! The train's supposed to arrive in five minutes, according to my app!"

Aomine grunted in acknowledgement, removing his headphones. Murasakibara simply nodded, his eyes never leaving his bag of chips.