"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 -
TWO MONTHS LATER:
"What the hell is he doing?" ( D/n ) asks as he leans forward on his spread thighs, his head in his hands. His eyes were glued to the court in front of you.
Your frown deepens and your eyes narrow as they inspect your orange-haired friend who was being marked by two player on the opposite team.
It's been two months since ( M/n ) had left your house. ( D/n ) had gained full custody over you and your brothers during the whole court shit that happened a couple of weeks ago. The author doesn't really know how that shit works and cbf finding out so just roll with it.
The volleyball team had won their inter high preliminaries and have advanced to the National Inter High Tournament. The tournament is being held in a couple of weeks in Tokyo. But due to upcoming events and exams, you won't be going with them.
You had watched all of their games and you were impressed. Not just by their skills, but the amount of fangirls they had too. They were fucking annoying.
But nonetheless, watching them play made your eyes fill with small sparkles of admiration. The way they worked together and helped each other get over their mistakes amazed you.
