if we’re sinners then it feels like heaven to me (jasya)
Daya believed she had found her calling when she signed on as captain of her University's first netball team. Authority over what position she played in? Control of the music at training? An excuse to expel the unbridled rage that came with being a second year STEM student? She had all the ingredients for a perfect year.
It's just a shame she missed the part of the recipe where the human equivalent of a fog-horn got promoted to her team and Daya's job became that extra bit harder. (10.4k)
aq // ao3













