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˚₊‧꒰ა whats the need for them if it could be just us two? ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Summary:

Snowball meet basketball, Snowball likes, Snowball accomplishes his dreams and dates her

yay

none of them stan sombr so thats why u should read this💜

Notes:

Hello!! i dont see much Snowbasket content like dis so im here!!

also please forgiv me for grammar mistakes :(((( im a colombian ho if this is corny im in my shoujo era sowwy

i giggled and squealed a lot while writing this lolzies

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Chapter 1: ੭ '  you never know whats next  🏹𓏼~₊˚⊹ᰔ

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June 10 (Nine days until summer break! Woohoo!)

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It was a warm school morning. Birds were chirping, kids were walking to school giggling, and everything felt just like a dream...


Snowball stood near the school gates, hoping someone would help him with his tie. If he didn't present himself properly in uniform again, things wouldn't end well, so it was urgent!

"Uhh, help me out?" he asked everyone who walked by, but no one paid him any attention.

He ended up sitting against the brick wall, waiting until he caught someone's eye.

Someone who knew how to tie a tie, preferably.


"May I help?"


Snowball looked up.


It was Basketball standing in front of him, the girl from his class who was known for being sweet and caring toward everyone!


Her eyes flickered from the tie in his hand to him. She clearly seemed nervous, probably because she didn't want to cause any trouble.


"Ugh..." he groaned.


Basketball rolled her eyes and slowly started walking away.


"W-wait!" he blurted out. "Actually, yes, you... may, I guess..." he whispered that last part.

Basketball got to work and tied it neatly.


"There you go! But if I were you—"


"Don't wanna hear it," Snowball gritted through his teeth.


She couldn't help but let out a small giggle, covering her mouth with her hand.


That caught his attention—or should he say, his ear? In a way that no other cute girl's laugh could.


Hm... Basketball... She's annoying, but... I can't seem to stop thinking about her voice.


The whole day, Snowball couldn't stop thinking about her giggle—and pretty much her.


It was weird. So strange.


From time to time, he shot glances at her from his seat, analyzing her features.. her hair was always tied neatly, and her eyes always locked in every move the teacher made, she followed every instruction, and her assignments were always done in time


him and her were very different, but he needed to know more about her..


Maybe this was the start of something he never expected...


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