"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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In silence, you and your friends watch Akashi stand up straight, raising a hand to stare at his open palm.
The feeling of the ball burnt into his palm as he speaks.
"I knocked it out of bounds. It's been so long, I got ahead of myself." He sighs, closing his tingling palm. His heart calmly beats in his chest, suppressing the excitement flowing through his veins.
"That was Emperor Eye! Which means...." Riko mutters, her eyes as wide as everyone else's. You only nod your head.
"The other Akashi has taken over." You confirm her thoughts, bringing a worried expression to her visage.
"Don't worry. It'll be fine." Her eyes widen at your assuring words and calm face.
"Now that I see him again, his pressure is completely different." Hyuga speaks in a hushed voice.
"But, when he's on your side, there's no one more dependable than Akashicchi in that state." Kise speaks up. You nod your head, agreeing with the blonde as you all watch Akashi's orange and red irises scan the court.
Whilst your friends on the court were grinning, Nash wore an irritated frown as he bounced the ball at his side.
The blonde asks himself as to whether or not his motionless pass was a move that Akashi could read before coming to the conclusion that his pass was simply too good to read.
