"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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"Oh, my go- MOVE!" The male beside you screeches over the blaring music, his hands gripping the steering wheel. His knuckles burn white and his brown irises stick to the bright screen as he frantically spins the wheel in his hands.
"Never! Suck my balls!" You cackle, copying his actions to collide your vehicle with his own.
Atsumu's face drops and drains of colour when the music coming from the speakers implanted in your chairs cuts to recorded cheers.
"Second place" was presented to him in bold on the screen while yours read "First place".
He turns to find your smug smirk and your arms crossed over your bust, your chin raised high.
"Pay up, bitch." You cheer, pulling your hand out. You flick your fingers up and down as if expecting your brother to give you something.
"Fine." He grumbles, slapping two coins into your open palm.
Your dad, Osamu, and two friends sweatdrop at your interaction as well as the flowery aura around your laughing self.
"Good job, ( Y/n )-chan!" Your friend cheers, a fist above his head and his eyes closed. His short brown hair bounces with his head and his small eyebrows rising with his bright smile.
"Damn, Miya, you suck." Your other friend snickers against his facial mask, dark eyes mockingly grinning at the blonde.
"Shuddup, Omi-kun! Yer meant to be on my side!" Atsumu whines at the male who shrugs.
