"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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⚠️WARNING⚠️ there is a lot of talk about chesticles and flesh rockets so if you're uncomfortable with that I don't recommend reading this. Dont worry there will be no smut of any kind but please remember this chapter is meant to be somewhat funny.
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- third person pov -
Location: Miya / ( L/n )esidence Occasion: Inarizaki volleyball team starting line up sleepover
The bright light of the morning sun poured into the quiet house that was filled with sleeping teenagers. Bodies were stretched over couches and futons that were littered on the floor of the living room.
