"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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FIRST DAY AT TEIKO:
Second year in junior high/middle school Height: 5'9
Chatter fills the warm air, silencing the footsteps that came from those around you. You stood in the middle of a large crowd of students, dressed in your new school uniform.
The socks you wore disappeared under your short skirt and ended mid-thigh while your blue shirt was tucked into your skirt and loosely hugged the upper half of your body. Your dark blue tie was loosely hanging around your neck, swaying from side to side as the crest on your blazer shines under the sun.
You let out a quiet sigh, a hand in the pocket of your white blazer while another runs through your hair.
It had been a month since you had moved to Tokyo and to say the least, you were enjoying the peace and quiet.
Every day, you and ( D/n ) would go for a jog around the block from the apartment you now stayed at. The apartment wasn't too small, consisting of two bedrooms and a decent bathroom, a large living space with a nice kitchen and a small balcony. There was also a basketball court next to the park that was only a block away which was rather convenient.
Not once had you contacted ( M/n ) or your brothers since you had arrived in Tokyo, nor were you going to do so any time soon. ( D/n ) didn't really mind since yk... he knew about everything but for some reason decided to keep that from you but oh well that doesn't matter.
