"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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THE NEXT DAY:
The school was quiet and the air was warm and peaceful as five teenagers stand in Aoba Johsai's parking lot. They leant up against the wall that separates the school from the street as they converse with small smiles.
"What are ya laughin' at ( Y/n )?" Kurihara asks his tall friend who sits atop the wall. The female looks up from her phone with a smile, glancing at her friends in front of her.
"Oh, just messaging the girl I told you about yesterday." ( Y/n ) tells them before putting the device back into her pocket as the sun shines down on them.
"Oh, the really pretty one that Yahaba was fanboyin' over?" Ginjima asks, causing the tall girl to turn to look down at him. She nods, chuckling at the memory of the said boy's squeals.
"We weren't with ya's aye? Do ya have a photo of 'er?" Kurihara asks while Nakamura looks at ( Y/n ), his blue eyes asking the same thing. She pulls her phone out from her pocket and goes to the contacts app.
She turns her phone that was open on Kiyoko's profile, showing the picture of the two of them to the boys. Her three male friends feel their jaws drop as they stare at the girl.
"Holy shit, ya weren't kiddin'." Ginjima mumbles as he stares at the photo, both girls wearing small smiles. Nakamura slowly nods his head while Kurihara's eyes narrow.
