"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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- third person pov -
location: ( L/n ) residence occasion: inarizaki team sleepover
NOW PLAYING: Bossa No Sé Cuco
The sun was setting as laughter and chatter fills the first floor of the ( L/n ) household as teenage boys fill the large room. Futons and blankets were scattered all over the floor, couches pushed back, and bowls of sweets sit on the dining table. Cuco blasts on the bluetooth speaker, adding to the loud atmosphere.
The front door opens, revealing Akira and ( Y/n ) who happily converse with each other, packets in chips in their arms. The pair slide their shoes off before walking into the main house.
"Holy fuck. Talk about destroying my eardrums." ( Y/n ) cringes when she walks into the room. Akira nods in agreement, dropping his bag next to the dining table.
"At least its a good song." Akira says, earning a smile and nod from the girl who turns to him.
"What's in the bag?" She asks him. Akira looks up at her and smiles.
"Just my clothes and some food." He shrugs before taking off his jacket and turning to walk towards his friends.
"Akira!" Akagi cheers as he leans back on his futon, his white tank top hanging around his upper body as he leans back on his hands. His words cause some of the other boys to turn to Akira who smiles and waves at them.
