"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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cw: ─── ocs introduced: Kurihara and Tabata
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- Third person pov -
FOUR DAYS LATER:
Footsteps and heavy breathing surrounded the duo as they made their way through the quiet streets, puffs of air exit their mouths as they go about their usual morning jog. The sky is still painted in a dark blue as the young girl thinks about the past few days.
These past few days ( Y/n ) had gotten closer to Nakamura and Kita. The volleyball player had bumped into her in the library one day during lunchtime. There they had exchanged numbers, and have been talking almost every day since.
