"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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HEY YALL‼️😈
uhm lol i just realised i've completely stuffed up the timeline and uhh it's meant to only be the preliminaries rn BUT just roll with it and act like the past match and this one were part of winter cup. okay? OKAY‼️‼️
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THE NEXT DAY:
Just like the day before, the sun was blocked out by thin clouds, preventing it from shining down on the crowded gymnasium you were standing in front of. You groggily blink your eyes, leaning against the boy in front of you who looks up at your figure with concerned eyes.
