"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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You watch the other team score yet another point. The opposition now has a lead of 15 points and there were only three and a half minutes left.
( D/n ) was leaning forward with his legs spread and his elbows on his thighs as he taps his bottom lip, an action that occurred when he was nervous.
Your leg was bouncing up and down as you leaned back in your seat. Anyone would think that you'd be bored by the game due to your expression. However, the speed of your leg was showing off just how on edge you were.
You watch how Nakamura stood behind the line, a small frown on his lips. You could literally feel the confidence radiating off him, making you smirk. Your leg suddenly stops shaking when you see him shift his feet into a familiar stance.
"Now we're in for a show." You mutter as you move around in your chair. You turn to your dad who was staring at the court, still tapping his lip.
"There's no need to be nervous." You tell him with a smile. ( D/n ) turns to you, his fingers pausing.
"They'll win." You confidently state before turning back to the court. ( D/n ) smiles at how much you believe in them, you haven't been this confident in someone winning since Teiko. He stops tapping his lip and leans back in his chair.
Nakamura takes a step back before he quickly slams his foot forward and throws the ball down the court at an incredible speed. The ball going directly into Kurihara's hands.
