"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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Location: Inarizaki high school gym
( Bsf/n ) was sitting on the bench next to the coaches as the boys practice, staring blankly at her lap. The image of your towering figure wouldn't leave her mind, for you had permanently engraved yourself into her brain.
Osamu had told Atsumu about what ( Bsf/n ) had said to him.
And oh dear lord we're they fuming.
Not just at you, but at themselves too. Even ( Bsf/n ) was mad at herself.
Will she apologise for everything she's done? Probably not.
But even if she did, it's highly unlikely that you'd forgive her. I mean who would?
Why were they even mad at you? Heck, they didn't even know. They had no right to be mad at you, I mean, they've treated you like shit since day damn one. You have every right to be acting the way you are.
Atsumu yells out in frustration as he fails yet another serve. Suna, who was standing nearby gave Osamu a side glance, expecting him to reply with some snarky remark.
Only to hear nothing but silence from his best friend who was gripping onto a volleyball. The green-eyed boy was slightly disappointed that he wasn't able to record another fight.
