"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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- second person pov -
You sit in the corner of the room as the whistle echoes through the gym, signalling the end of the game. You feel your eyes trail to the scoreboard, showing you that Aoba Johsai had only just won.
You watch Karasuno drag their feet towards the bench that Ukai, Yachi, Kiyoko and a black-haired man waited for them. Shoving a handful of chips into your mouth, you feel your blonde friend beside you shift, causing you to turn towards him.
"I'm going to go congratulate them." Nakamura informs you with a soft smile, referring to Aoba Johsai. You nod in response before turning to Kurihara who sat on the other side of where Nakamura was.
Kurihara looks down at you as he stands at full height, to see you blinking up at him, legs spread out in front of you. He sighs with a smile before extending a hand down to you.
"Thanks." You give him a small smile as he pulls you up to your feet.
"Not a problem." He beams, slapping your back before slinging an arm over your shoulder in a friendly manner. You grunt in response to his harsh slap before huffing out a laugh.
