"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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a/n: ─── don't play the song above until I say
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A warm breeze brushes over the large high school that sat in the city of Tokyo. A large school where a single male stood in front of, waiting patiently yet anxiously for the girl he loved to meet him there.
Checking the time on his phone, he couldn't help but tap the side of the device as all the nervous energy was building up in him. However, it all quickly vanished when he hears a single pair of footsteps and a quiet greeting was directed at him.
