"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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Both teens blink at each other as they stand on opposite sides of the table. The surrounding volleyball players look between them in confusion.
"( Y/N ) !" The boy wails as he sprints around the table.
"AKIRA!" She shouts back, a bright smile on her face as the two of them collided into each other's arms. The other athletes watch the two jump around giddily while smiling brightly.
Atsumu and Osamu watched them in each other's arms, feeling in the dark as they saw her smile for the first time since she came back. Just who are you? Will I ever be able to make you smile like that? They both asked as they watch them with dead eyes.
Pulling away, ( Y/n ) looks up at her Tokyo friend with wide eyes.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She asks him with the most emotion she's felt since being in Tokyo.
"I could be asking you the same!" The so called Akira exclaims back with a grin.
As they continued to stare at each other, ( Y/n ) witnesses his eyes narrow, causing her to feel anxious.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" She asks, touching her cheeks with her fingertips only for Akira to chuckle at her, his hands on her shoulders.
"Nah, it's just odd seeing you with your hair down and with your glasses on in public." He reassured her, combing a hand through her hair. She sighs with relief before hearing someone clear their throat.
