A peek of the next story, A Rabbit's Foot...

"Practice is over!"

Otsubo's ringing voice was quickly drowned by the happy cheers all around them. Shuutoku's basketball team members quickly shuffled off to the locker rooms and shower rooms to change. Today's training menu was harsher than usual, even the regulars were draped on the benches in fatigue. Their first year combo were the only ones left on the court, ironing out the last details of their new play. Midorima was shouting out orders at Takao who was muttering curses under his breath. It was as usual between the two of them, but lately Otsubo had noticed something different between the two.

Maybe it was because Takao wasn't teasing Midorima as often as he normally does, or maybe because Midorima wasn't reating to Takao as strongly as he usually does. Whatever it was, Otsubo was sharp enough to pick up on it. He raised the topic to Miyaji who merely gave him a level stare.

"You can't be serious?" Miyaji retorted, implying that he already knew what was going on between their underclassmen.

"What is it?" Otsubo couldn't help asking, now, even Kimura's attention was perked.

"They're going out with each other, isn't it obvious?" was the blonde's bombshell.

Silence and then a sound loud enough to attract both Midorima and Takao's attention.

"THERE'S NO FUCKING WAY THAT'S POSSIBLE!" were the words that came out of Otsubo's mouth. Kimura was merely looking pensive, most probably reviewing the changes he had seen over the last few weeks.

"Well, there is a good chance of that happening. After all, who can say no to Takao's persistence? If there's anyone who can make someone as straight-laced as Midorima bend, Takao's it."

"Nani? Nani? Are you talking about me Captain?"

Without their notice, both first-years had approached them, near enough to hear the last of Kimura's comment.

Otsubo suddenly roused himself from shock and rounded up on the two. Takao's wide grin quickly slipped off his face at the sight of their captain's face. Midorima merely adjusted his glasses, preparing for the worst.

"You two! Is it true?"

"What are you talking about... senpai?" Midorima asked in irritation. Most probably, it was something worthless again.

"Are you two really going out?!" Otsubo asked straight-out. Miyaji smacked his face in embarassment as Kimura turned his back on them, trying hard to hold in the laugh that was threatening to spill out. The blonde had been playing around with Otsubo, Kimura had quickly picked up on that and had even encouraged it. His laughter started to die though when he realized that Midorima hadn't vehemently denied the idea. Indeed, the shooting guard had been completely silent since Otsubo's question.

Kimura turned around and was struck dumb by the expression on the greenette's face. It was almost pained, as though Midorima wasn't sure how to answer the question. Miyaji noticed it too, and was having cold sweats.

"Oi, oi... Don't tell me you two really are-"

"Of course not Senpai!"

Oof! There's so many ways for this story to turn out, but I'll leave it to your imaginations.

For a day or two at least~