"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 WEEKS LATER:
"KUROO! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" A loud scream echos throughout your room from your phone, making you cringe. You reach forward to a packet of chips on the round table in the middle of your couches.
You place the packet on your lap, recrossing your legs as you focus on your laptop screen. You fiddle with the keyboard in front of you, slamming the keys with your fingers, a grin on your face.
"What are you talking about?!" A voice yells back. Your lips twitch up into a smile as your eyes momentarily glance at the people on your phone screen that was leaning against your laptop screen.
"You were meant to vote for me not that ugly barbie looking bitch!" You hear your friend yell back, followed by laughter coming from your other two friends.
What exactly are you doing? Well, you're playing Movie Star Planet with Kenma, Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto while on facetime. Kenma, Kuroo and Bokuto were actually playing the dress up game while you and Akaashi were hanging out in a chat room.
"( N/n )... What are you doing?" You hear Akaashi ask you, making your smirk grow. You glance at the boy on your screen to find him staring back at you.
