"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: ─── LONG AS FUCK (7000 words)
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THE NEXT DAY:
Loud cheers fill the stadium where citizens were cramped into aisles of seats, eager to watch the game taking place on the lone court before them. Not a single seat was free as your friends and family take their spots in the front row on the side of the court.
"There's too many people here." Kenma mutters as he was cramped in between Kuroo and Akaashi.
Your boyfriend hums a reply, his turquoise eyes scanning the vast area. A large screen sat above a bench where the commentators were getting set up, speakers on either side of them. The screen above them displayed the two team's names, Vorpal Swords and Jabberwock.
