"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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Cw: ─── oc introduced: honie
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To say the least, your friends were pissed.
Not only your friends from the basketball team, but people from your class, people from the years below you that admired you, the boys volleyball team that Akira was a part of, even your fan club almost tried hunting Haizaki down.
But believe me when I tell you, no one's rage was anywhere near your dad's.
The night of the incident you came home with Murasakibara, red eyes and wet cheeks. You gave your father nothing but a forced smile and greeting before entering your bedroom, instantly peaking his interest when Murasakibara trailed into the apartment after you.
