"Ah, I'm so sleepy~ No matter how many times I do it, I'll never like getting up this early to go to the gym~" Atsushi Murasakibara yawned and complained on the Teiko Junior High bus.
"Quit whining, Murasakibara," Shintaro Midorima said unhappily. "If anything, you ate too much and now you're getting sleepy!"
"Huh? Midori-shin, you sure do like sticking your nose into other people's business." Atsushi Murasakibara frowned in displeasure. "Who do you think you are, Ken-chan? You don't get to boss me around."
"What did you say, Murasakibara?" Shintaro Midorima glared at Atsushi Murasakibara, put on the spot by his retort.
"Come on, fight! Fight!" Daiki Aomine egged them on from the sidelines, enjoying the show.
"Okay, okay, Murasakibara, Midorima." Ken Kaneki, a bandage plastered to the corner of his mouth, stepped in helplessly to mediate. "The game's about to start, so don't argue over something so trivial. Midorima, Murasakibara's a big guy, so it's normal for him to get hungry. Cut him some slack. Murasakibara, Midorima means no harm. He just worries a little too much."
"Okay." The two who had been arguing fell silent at once.
"Boring. I wanted to see bloodshed!" Daiki Aomine muttered, sounding a little disappointed.
"Come to think of it, today's Kuro-chin's first practice game with the Second String. I wonder how he'll do. I really want to go watch~" Atsushi Murasakibara gazed out the window, bored.
"Instead of worrying about Kuroko, why don't you focus on the game right in front of you?" Shintaro Midorima looked at Atsushi Murasakibara's indifferent expression and felt another surge of irritation.
"Huh? Midori-shin, are you picking a fight today?" Even Atsushi Murasakibara's easygoing nature was starting to fray.
"Hmph, you're the one being too lax!" Shintaro Midorima pushed up his glasses and spoke seriously.
"Wow,