"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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*FWEET*
The whistle fills the room, signalling that a point was scored.
You lean back in your seat, your eyes narrow with a small frown on your face. Your frown falters for a split second when you see that Midorima had scored the first point, making Shutoku take the lead.
You could hear everyone in Seirin curse in their heads as they turn to your green-haired friend who walks down the court, Takao by his side.
"The balance is broken! Shutoku's in control!" Kise exclaims, pointing out the obvious. Your eyes shift from Midorima to Kuroko who was taking his place behind the line, ball in hand.
He swiftly turns on the balls of his left foot and shifts the ball to his right hand. He places his right foot behind him, keeping him from falling over from the speed of his spin. His right arm was stretched out as he spun around before he launches it from the side and down the court.
The ball flies past a wide-eyed Midorima and straight into Kagami's hand. The first year launches up and slams the ball into the hoop, earning Seirin some points.
The people who surrounded you in the stands, your friends on the court, and your friends beside you feel their jaws drop in shock. You however smile proudly.
"Why are you all so surprised huh?" You turn to your friends, aiming your question at them with a raised eyebrow. They turn back to you, confused by your question.
