"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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"Heya Tabata-chan." ( Y/n ) says as she leads the group of boys into the store. Tabata looks up and smiles at ( Y/n ), resting the magazine she was reading down onto the counter.
"Hey ( L/n )-chan. What's up?" She greets the second year.
"Nothing much, how's your day been?" ( Y/n ) replies, now standing in front of the counter. Her towering figure looms over Tabata, however she didn't seem to feel intimidated by the young female.
"Ehhh, it's been fine. Oh! I got this new candy in stock! Wanna have a try?" Tabata offers, her face lighting up upon remembering the new candy.
( Y/n )'s eyes light up and she vigorously nods her head. Tabata laughs at her enthusiasm before standing up from her seat and walking out the back door.
"What's with you being friends with everyone who works at a convenience store?" ( Y/n ) hears someone ask her from behind. Turning around she makes eye contact with Kise.
"What do you mean?" She asks, tilting her head. Akira quietly laughs at her reply.
"First Nakajima-cchi and now... Tabata was it?" Kise reminds her.
Nakajima was the owner of the convenience store near Teiko's son. He was always there when they had finished practice after school and needed some snacks. ( Y/n ) smiles as she remembers the cheerful male.
