"𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔, 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀."
☔︎︎ || Where basketball prodigy, Miya Y/n's kindness is taken for granted and her skills are ignored, leaving her cold and forgotten in the shadows of her ignorant broth...
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- 3rd persons pov -
( Y/n ) sits at the dinner table, taking her time as she ate her breakfast. She was already prepared for this day. Her first day at Inarizaki High.
The thought of having to attend yet another school made her release a loud sigh. Annoyingly stupid teachers, introductions, and new people were the three things on her mind.
Not that she was nervous or anything, she just couldn't be bothered.
Couldn't be bothered to put in any effort for things she didn't care for. Couldn't be bothered to show respect to those who are in the year above her.
Not that she does.
Nor could she be fucked to deal with all of the attention she'd be receiving due to her being the 'new girl'.
After she had finished her breakfast she continues to sit at the black dining table, letting the silence of the house ring in her ears. The boys had already left for morning practice, ( M/n ) had an early shift and ( D/n ) was still asleep.
She hadn't spoken a word to her brothers the whole weekend, apart from the occasional 'excuse me' when they were blocking the hallway.
