#Kaede rukawa x reader

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

hello, if you're up for it can i request romantic hcs for yohei mito please and thank you 🥹

YOHEI MITO ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

(My fav boy <3)

PRINCESS TREATMENT

Bad boy loves the most. Remember.

You're the couple. Like Fred and Daphne couple.

Parents of the group.. Well- first years in basketball club but you are.

HE WON'T PROTECT YOU HE WILL STRAIGHT UP TEACH YOU HOW TO USE A GUN (well not really a gun but he'll teach you how to kick someone's ass and then help you, I just needed Casablanca comparison cause he is screaming this song with his whole persona)

He holds his hand in your back pocket all the time. And if you don't have back pockets that day he'll just straight up hold your ass. Learn to live with it.

Your dad hates him.

And he'll 'steal' (he always says that he's stealing you then) you in the night through your window to take you on a party, yk 90s party.

And then takes you back home and walks you to your front door and kisses you so your dad knows he won't win this fight and he better just get used to Yohei.

He's so mature like- He dates you to marry, even if he don't have really good future ahead of him.

He just lives off of his dreams, telling you that someday you'll run away to the USA, 90s teenager dream

ALSO DID I TELL YOU HOW GOOD OF A DANCER HE IS?

He took you to his cousin's wedding once and as got married he whispered to your ear "you'll be next" and just left to congratulate his cousin.

He was dancing with you through the whole wedding and his whole family was gossiping about you two.

When you were sitting to eat next to his parents he had his arm on the back of your chair.

His mom loves you, thinks you'll finally make him stop being so problematic.

And his dad just thinks that he'll have to pay for the wedding (oh well)

Also, he sometimes borrows a car from his older friend to take you on a date. Risky looking at the fact that he don't have a license but he loves risk almost as much as he loves you.

Such a good kisser. Just make out with him and you'll feel like in heaven.

But he won't make out with you tho-. He's really mature and won't make out with you in public and it's hard to find a private space (just ask him kindly and he'll look for some quiet corner)

As I said earlier, you're like a married couple almost- Which means you argue like one as well.

He will just tease you to make you mad and argue with him cause he finds you hot when you're mad.

He's just not for the weak that's for sure.

still a 10/10 tho- (sorry I'm down bad)

[kuromitos]

Hi love! I hope you’re having a great day! Can k request a headcanon with Rukawa’s s/o wanting to help him practice basketball since they’re a basketball player themselves? No pressure at all! I hope you have a good one 🫶

Thank you for the request! Hope you having a good day or night too!

Rukawa's s/o wanting to help with practice

One thing first is that I would depend on your skills in basketball. If you're a basic player and still learning, he wouldn't want your help.

If your experience player, for a year or two, he would take it but he need some convincing.

"Come on, Kaede! Let's practice some dribbles together!" "... I'm better practicing only."

Mainly cause i think he prefers to train alone

But I also feel cause he thinks he'll be distracted with his s/o there.

Playing with them wouldn't be a issue

But against them would.

So they would need to specify what they're practicing first and he might be willing to practice.

With that being said, he won't go easy.

So don't be surprised when he'll go all out even In practice.

[tojisprettywife]

{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}

warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.

inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.

~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫

[overtaken-stream]

(┬┬﹏┬┬) found the sakuragi headcanon really cute.. Would you mind making a romantic headcanon for rukawa? I find the idea of tutoring him hilarious since he'd just fall dead asleep, so feel free to expand on that idea if you'd want. Thank you for taking the time to read my request!

Rukawa Kaede x Gn!Reader Headcanons

The face in the gif is all I can see him having while in a relationship and committing romantic acts.

I'm going to start with the most obvious fact: Rukawa isn't a big fan of PDA, but he doesn't hate it either. He won't be the one to initiate affection in public. However, he also isn't the type to slap away your hand when you're trying to hold onto his. If anything, I see Rukawa stuffing both yours and his hand in his pockets.

Rukawa is quiet by nature. He is satisfied with sitting and listening to you talk about your day, if-you-won't-ask-he-won't-share type of guy. But if you're not much of a talker, he is content with the silence and mutual understanding shared in this relationship.

For some reason... I see Rukawa as a mouth person, not in a sexual way, he just really adores any type of lip shape you might possess. When you both get comfortable with intimacy, I don't think Rukawa will miss a chance to kiss you and feel your mouth shape rest on his. Oral fetish just gets his love-starved brain and the closeness the action brings is pleasant for Rukawa.

I see him as a quiet tease, he needs no words to point out how much taller he is, elbow on your head and all. Oh, you don't like cats? He casually lets the one he is holding paw at your arm. Oh, you like cats? His eyes give you a side eye as two cats get closer to him and leave you with your hands outstretched.

Concerning basketball tho.... I have to be honest. Rukawa has no reaction to you showing up to his matches, I can only see him giving you one glance before the play, so you better time it right to show him your support (maybe with a thumbs up and a smile?) even if he won't meet your gaze until after the match. Rukawa might not show it, but he definitely appreciates the subtle gesture.

I can see bike rides as his second favorite dates, so try to keep up with him because he won't wait for you to catch up to him lol. As a compromise, he'll buy you ice cream.

His first favorite dates is cat cafes. Pretty self-explanatory.

He values his privacy so asking for relationship advice from ANYONE, let alone the Shohoku club, is out of the question.

The more time you spend with him the more you understand his thought processes and how it revolves around his naps, so yeah, tutoring will be adjusted to fit his style since Rukawa can't solve one equation without his head lying sideways on his arm and not to mention him taking a ten-minute nap before he moves on to do another subject. Between him and you, you have more chance to fall asleep for hours, since Rukawa always ends up waking up after ten minutes.

He is also a light sleeper and a clingy one too, good luck trying to get him off of you. His stubbornness shows up at the worst times.

[bunnies-and-blues]

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : songbird

⸝⸝ tl;dr : how sendoh + rukawa would react to their partner's singing talents ! requested by @milkdeco !

⸝⸝ note : apologies for the extremely late reply, stuff has been vv busy irl with school and other stuff, but i hope you enjoy regardless ! i also can't find the original message in my inbox, so i hope you don't mind me using a photo instead </33

sendoh akira . . .

the first thing that came to mind was, if ever he gets you to accompany him on his fishing sessions, he'll definitely ask you to sing for him !

doesn't matter what you sing -- love songs, hit tunes, rapid-fire rapping, he appreciates it all .

especially if you get him to sing along, and especially if it's a duet !! he may not know all the words or hit the right tunes all the time, but he truly does enjoy every moment he gets to spend with you .

karaoke is so fun with him !! he has the microphone in one hand and your hand in the other, and he's picking all the songs that you both and you two are singing so loud you swear the other booths could hear it -

will listen to all of your music recommendations, and in turn he'd like for you to listen to his ! and if ever .. possibly send in some voice messages with you attempting to sing a new tune you've discovered ?

look i dont know this guy personally but when i say that he'd fold so quickly ..

rukawa kaede . . .

while he doesn't like to show affection in public (and even then, goodluck with trying to get it in private as well), but he sure loves hearing your voice -- he could listen to you talk for ages, and he could definitely sit down and listen to you sing .

it's common knowledge that he likes listening to music, so i think that he'd swoon if you decide to make covers of songs that he likes.

doesn't matter if you think it's bad or not, he'll listen to it on repeat, constantly. working out? going out for a run? practicing? he has your voice playing in his ears the whole time.

he sends you playlists of songs that he really likes, and makes playlists of songs he think you'd like as well ! basically, his love language is making playlists of songs and sharing them with you.

if you try to recommend music to him, he'll give it a listen, but if it ultimately ends up not being his cup of tea then he'll put it in (you guessed it) another playlist that he can come back later to and revisit in his own time .

sing his favorite song for him in private . do with that what you will .

bottom line : these two are SUCKERS for you . one of them might not be as affectionate as the other, but ultimately they both love you ! they'll support whatever singing endeavors you have, and they'll root for you whatever happens <33

[winternet-s]

MISUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )

summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.

notes: writing long chapters is harder than what i thought 🧍🏿‍♀️

warnings: praying ? i mean ik many people who got religion trauma so .. skip that part if you're uncomfy !

wc: 2,8k

II. RUKAWA KAEDE

— A NEW DAY HAD SHOWN, [NAME] was sat, the rhythmic sway of the train's embrace, melodies weave through her mind as she had her earphones plugged in her ears minding her business, not fully noticing the elderly woman standing up right in front of her. Until she spotted a group of girls wearing the same uniform as her, lowering the music she took time to listen to their words. 

Their hushed words waltz in the air, "That old lady's standing right in front of her but she's just sitting there." a clandestine critique veiled in camaraderie,"Pretty girls are usually ugly inside." exchanged between conspiring lips. 

None of her actions escaped the sharp tongues of critics, each step weighed and found wanting, their eyes turning into a relentless microscope. [name] paid no mind to their words she simply stood up letting her place for the older woman. 

In the quiet train where the curious would glance at her figure, only to turn onto surprised one. With a swift unfeeling kick, tranquility is shattered for the man who was asleep, the dreamer is torn from his cocoon of rest. Abruptly waking up, blurry vision, once clear he spoke up to [name].

"W-What's gotten into you..?"Stammered the old man, slowly but surely waking up.

"Your leg was in my way!" Hearing this was enough for the stranger to apologize, cheeks faintly turning rose. However a stream of discontent pierces the air like a mournful wail.

". . tss foreigners are troublesome." Each word drips with dissatisfaction, hearing this [name] couldn't help but lean towards the woman. Her gentle breath brushing against the skin, leaning in with careful intent, she whispered into her ear.

"Stealing while he is asleep isn't brave of you, and am I really troublesome? That's rich coming from a thief." Her words are a secret troubling the gray haired woman, mocking yet honest. 

"I don't know what you're t-talking about." 

Caught in the web of deceit, words tangled like threads, she had the weight of the truth pressed against her lips. It was as if the cold stare that the teeanger was giving to her froze her on the seat, struggling to break free from her stare. She built a lie. A lame lie.

"You will reap what you sow one day."

[name] walked away, leaving behind a lingering silence that echoes the unresolved tension in the air. 

'How did she noticed?!' was the only thing pondering her thoughts.

—

AS THE TRAIN PULLED into the station, [Name] disembarked, her steps measured and purposeful, the muted music now a faint echo in her ears. She walked the familiar path to school, her gaze unwavering, her thoughts a fortress against the world's intrusions.

Entering the school gates, she found herself amidst the throng of students, their chatter a constant hum. Suddenly, a voice called out, clear and bright above the noise."[Name]!" Haruko's face lit up as she approached, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the cool detachment of [Name].

"Morning," [Name] replied, her tone even, her expression unchanging.

"I'm so glad I caught you!" Haruko continued, undeterred. "Sakuragi was looking for me earlier. Do you know anything about it?"

[Name] raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "No. But knowing Sakuragi, it's probably something ridiculous."

Haruko awkwardly laughed, a sound as light as spring rain. "You're probably right. Anyway, there's something else. Are you okay? You look lost in your thoughts. "

[Name] sighed inwardly, "Just wondering when will I feel at home. Plus I might have acted before thinking..."

The brunette felt a pang of guilt and reached out to gently touch [Name]'s arm. "Hey, don't worry. It takes time to adjust. You're doing great, really. And everyone can see how strong you are."

[Name] gave a small smile, appreciating the comfort. "Thanks, Haruko. I guess I just need to give it more time." The bell rang, signaling the end of their break, and the two girls began walking toward their classroom. As they approached, a group of classmates, known for their hypocrite attitudes, called out to [Name].

"Hey, [Name]! We're going to karaoke after school. You should come with us," one of the girls said with a deceptively sweet smile.

[Name] intensely stared at them, sensing the invitation was more of a trap than a friendly gesture. Haruko noticed the exchange and gave [Name] a supportive nod. "It's okay, you don't have to go if you don't want to," she whispered.

[Name] mustered a polite decline. "No thanks."

The group shrugged and moved on, leaving [Name] feeling a bit relieved. As they entered the classroom, Haruko's eyes sparkled with a sudden thought. "Oh, I almost forgot! Hanamichi wants to talk to me, I'm a bit nervous and..I would love if you come with me."

Curious, and in need of a distraction, [Name] agreed. After the final bell rang, she made her way to the designated spot, finding Hanamichi's gang crouched behind a bush, clearly up to something.

—

"What's going on?" [Name] whispered, crouching down beside them. Startled by the new voice in his ears, the red head abruptly turned his face to the owner, a mischievous grin on his face. "We're spying on Haruko. I need to know what she thinks about Rukawa."

The girl crouched before him, her movements smooth and deliberate. Despite the so called serious situation, there was an air of quiet confidence about her, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Her posture was relaxed, her presence comforting, and the slight tilt of her lips made it clear she was fully aware of the chaos unfolding inside Hanamichi’s mind.

"Be honest with her," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. She looked him straight in the eyes, as if daring him to actually listen for once. "And do not scare her. You can be quite aggressive sometimes."

Hanamichi blinked, taken aback. "Aggressive? Me? I’m the gentlest guy around!" His voice came out louder than intended, and she raised an eyebrow in response, clearly unconvinced.

She sighed, the kind of sigh you give a toddler who insists they're a superhero but keeps tripping over their cape. "Yeah, sure. Just don't... you know, get too excited. Try to keep it cool."

Hanamichi puffed out his chest. "Cool? I’m always cool." He raised a fist, dramatically flexing, clearly imagining himself as the picture of composure.

"Uh-huh." Her expression remained deadpan, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was already bracing herself for whatever disaster Hanamichi was about to cause. "Also, don’t make things weird. And the most important thing—"

Hanamichi leaned in closer, his face full of sudden intensity. "The most important thing? What is it?!"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, giving him a serious look that made him gulp. “Don’t—”

He leaned in closer, eyes wide.

“Do anything stupid.”

A beat passed. Hanamichi froze, blinking rapidly, his brain slowly processing the weight of the advice. "What? Me? Do something stupid?! I—"

But before he could finish, she gave him a light thump on the forehead with her knuckle. "Yes, you. Now go out there, don't overthink it, and try not to be a complete disaster."

Hanamichi rubbed his forehead, looking slightly hurt but still confused. "Oi, oi, what’s with the forehead flick? I got this! I’m not gonna mess it up!"

She stood up, her expression still calm but the teasing edge clear in her smile. "Let’s hope so. I have faith in you... sort of."

"Sort of?!" Hanamichi's voice shot up an octave, but she had already turned on her heel, giving him a quick wave as she walked away.

Hanamichi took a deep breath, straightening his back. "Just you wait! I’ll show her how brilliant I am!" He smirked, his confidence surging. “I’m a genius, after all!”

He let out a loud, boisterous laugh, throwing his head back as if the universe was about to recognize his unparalleled greatness. “Hahahaha! Who wouldn’t fall for a genius like me?!”

As the sound of his laughter echoed, the girl shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face. "If I recall correctly, I'm the second person who rejected you, anyways I gotta go!" she called back, leaving Hanamichi with a blend of determination and slight embarrassment.

Meanwhile, the four others that were present were amused by the scene instantly noticing the change in their friend. Moments ago, Hanamichi had radiated confidence—his usual boisterous self, the self-proclaimed genius. But now, his demeanor was entirely different.

Hanamichi stood there, blinking in a daze. The trademark swagger he wore so proudly seemed to crumble away with each passing second. His eyes darted from the path where [Name] had left him to his group of friends, a flush creeping steadily up his neck and into his cheeks. His fingers absentmindedly brushed over the spot where she'd lightly tapped his forehead, his mind replaying her words on a loop.

"I wasn’t too aggressive… was I?" he mumbled to himself, barely audible. He suddenly felt like a child caught in the act of something mischievous, rather than the towering presence he often tried to be.

"Come on, Hanamichi!" Nozomi nudged him with an elbow, his grin wide. "You really thought that’d work? The ol’ 'date me' approach?"

Mito chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s okay, man. It’s all part of the learning process. You’re two rejections in, but who's counting?"

"Shut up!" Hanamichi shot back, though his heart wasn’t in it. The teasing didn’t even faze him this time. Instead, his mind was fixated on the brief yet charged exchange with [Name]—the calm way she handled herself, how she wasn't swept up by his dramatic antics. And worse, how she had called him… aggressive.

"Did I come off too strong?" he asked, a rare hint of vulnerability seeping into his voice. "She wasn’t scared of me or something, right?"

His friends shared knowing glances, all too familiar with Hanamichi’s tendency to bulldoze through situations without fully realizing the consequences. But before they could offer any more insight, Hanamichi straightened up and puffed his chest out once more, as if trying to reclaim his lost confidence.

"Doesn't matter!" Hanamichi declared, forcing the usual bravado back into his tone. "I’m a genius! She’ll come around eventually!"

But the resolve in his voice didn’t quite match the uncertainty in his eyes.

—

As [Name] walked away from the scene, frustration bubbled inside her. The encounter in the train had left her uneasy. Feeling the weight of everything, she found herself drawn to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she locked herself in one of the stalls, pressing her hands against her temples and breathing deeply. Her head was spinning from the whirlwind of emotions. Leaning back against the door, she whispered a quiet prayer under her breath.

"God, help me. I don’t know how to deal with this anymore." Her voice was soft, almost pleading. "I don’t want to be rude. I don’t want to push people away. But… I’m tired. Tired of always feeling like an outsider. Tired of fighting to belong. Forgive me if I’ve been harsh, if I’ve judged too quickly." She paused, swallowing hard as her hands clasped together. "Please give me strength… and patience. I’m trying, I really am."

The words hung in the air for a moment, her whispered prayer fading into the quiet of the bathroom. As she opened her eyes, she stared blankly at the tiled floor, wondering if any of it would get easier. Would the misunderstandings lessen? Would the constant feeling of being an outsider ever fade?

Before she could get too lost in her thoughts, the bathroom door creaked open, and familiar voices floated in, immediately pulling her back to reality. She stiffened, recognizing the sharp laughter—it was her bullies. She stayed silent, her breath caught in her throat, as she listened.

"Did you see the look on her face on the train earlier?" one of them sneered, her voice laced with venom. "The audacity to call out that old woman like she’s some kind of saint. Who does she think she is?"

"I know, right?" another voice chimed in, her tone equally cruel. "Just because she’s a foreigner doesn’t mean she gets to lecture people. She always acts like she’s above everyone. It’s pathetic."

"Honestly, I’m not surprised she rejected Hanamichi. She probably thinks no one's good enough for her." Their laughter grew louder, each comment more cutting than the last. "I bet she couldn't even understand what he was saying with that terrible accent of hers."

The laughter that followed was harsh and bitter, each word stinging like salt in a wound. [Name] could feel her pulse quicken, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. They were talking about her as if she weren’t human—as if she were some sort of novelty, different because she wasn’t like them.

"You know, it’s only a matter of time before she messes up," one of the girls added, her tone dripping with malice. "She’ll make a fool of herself, and we’ll all be there to see it."

The door creaked again as the girls left, their mocking laughter fading down the hallway. Silence returned to the bathroom, but it felt heavy, suffocating. [Name] stared at her reflection in the mirror, her chest tight. She had known they talked about her, of course. The whispers, the sideways glances—it had all been there since day one. But hearing it so openly, so unapologetically cruel, made her stomach turn.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to push the bitterness away. She wasn’t going to let their words define her. She wasn’t going to let their opinions shape how she saw herself.

With one last look at her reflection, she straightened her posture and quietly left the bathroom. Her steps were firm, her head held high, even though inside, she still carried the weight of their cruelty.

‘Lord forgive me for the hatred I have against them and theirs against me.’ She thought.

She took a deep breath, smoothed her uniform, and exited the restroom. As she stepped into the hallway, she noticed Haruko standing nearby, glancing around as if looking for someone.

"[Name]-chan!" Haruko's voice echoed down the corridor as she caught sight of her friend. There was a touch of worry in her bright eyes as she hurried over. "[Name]-chan, where were you? You were supposed to be there when Sakuragi wanted to talk to me!"

[Name] offered a small, apologetic smile, her mind still clouded by the earlier encounter and her tense exchange in the restroom. "Sorry, Haruko-chan," she began, choosing her words carefully. "I just... needed a moment. I had to pray." She shrugged lightly, not wanting to dive into the specifics of what had just transpired.

Haruko’s brows furrowed with concern, her usual brightness dimmed slightly. "Are you okay? You looked... distracted earlier."

[Name] could feel Haruko's worry for her, but she wasn’t ready to burden her friend with the weight of her thoughts—not yet. "I’m fine," she reassured softly. "I just needed to clear my head, that’s all. I'm really sorry if I worried you."

Haruko smiled in understanding, though the concern didn't fully leave her gaze. "You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay."

As the two girls began walking down the hallway, [Name]'s eyes wandered upwards. She blinked in surprise as her gaze fell upon a familiar red-haired figure, standing by the edge of the rooftop, with what seemed to be his friends and another one – and the way he was holding the black hair is far from being affectionate. Hanamichi Sakuragi. His tall frame, his unmistakable vibrant hair—it was hard to miss him, even from a distance.

"Is that... Sakuragi-kun?" [Name] muttered, half to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Haruko followed her gaze and nodded. "Yeah, that’s him. And Mito-kun …And the other one is, Rukawa-kun!?” She exclaimed her voice laced with panic. Before even saying anything the brown hair grabbed her friend’s arm and started leading her towards the staircase.”We have to stop them!”

“No we don’t, but you decided that we had to when we could just tell a teacher.” 

[Name] rambled unsure why she was getting into this drama. But as she glanced at Haruko’s determined face, she gave up on the idea to stop her friend.

As they reached the rooftop entrance, the sound of the voices grew louder, revealing the full scene - Sakuragi with his fist ready to strike, Rukawa standing unbothered, his eyes locked onto Sakuragi’s.

“Stop Sakuragi-kun!” Haruko cried out, at the sound of her voice the boy immediately stopped in his actions - leaving the girl utterly speechless.

“Didn't I told you to not do anything stupid?”

winnie's talk : tumblr mobile is a pain if u wanna write 😮‍💨 like wdym i can't select my own text !? pisses me off ヽ(｀ω´)ﾉ anyways the updates will take more time as i try to make the chapters longer. and it's not easy ( ´△｀) edit : the chapter is boring i'm so sorry !

[slamdunk-headcanons]

hiiiii! before anything else ily for what u do and i love ur acc sm ×___× since im feeling a bit angsty can we get a headcanon on the boys after breakup (the lineups is up to uuu but pls include yohei and rukawa) TYYY <3

Thank you thank you thank you so much for your love and support darling! I did the headcanons assuming the break up was your decision, not theirs. I hope you like this one!

Rukawa Kaede

[Again, I only write imagining Rukawa older and more mature]

For Rukawa, is really reeeeeally hard to open up for a relationship. He really has to put a lot of effort on it, specially to change everything that he needs to change to be a good boyfriend.

We know that the main point of Rukawa's immaturity is his selfishness. Selfish people are not made for relationships. So we had to assume that Rukawa walked a long way to realize how selfish he was, and that he needed to change to be a better person, specially a better boyfriend.

So as it was really hard for him, a break up for Rukawa would be the very end. He would become a closed shell.

Once closed there, he would just think about basketball. However, dating you changed his way of playing; he realized that playing basketball as a selfish person wouldn't take him far in his carreer. So playing basketball remembers him of you. So he starts coing back to his old way of playing and this really puts him into trouble;

We can see that Rukawa is a guy who likes the things his way. He likes to be in his own world, with things done his way. So when you two start dating, you became one of the bases of his life. You molded his routine, some of his opinions and point of views, tastes, etc. So to adapt everything to a configuration that doesn't include you anymore is extremely painful for him;

I don't think that Rukawa would be open to a new relationship for years after a break up. A relationship takes time and too much effort of his part because of his personality and temperament. So, if it has the chance to end again, he prefers to stay alone.

Mito Yohei

We have an expression here in Brazil, that literally translated to English would be "suffer like a dog". It means you suffer a lot and in a humiliating way. That's Mito after break up. I honestly that almost every guy of Slam Dunk would be like this

Mito cries alone. He cries everyday, specially at night, when he goes to sleep. But, when he's with gang, he's totally quiet, with shoulders and eyes down.

I imagine him really getting into some stupid fights, even being away from them for a long time because of Sakuragi and you;

He's extremely respectful, so he doesn't insists to talk to you after break up. And he respects your space;

If he sees some guy around you hacing second intentions, he immediatly moves away, because he knows that if he stays, he would do something stupid;

Despite respecting your space, he politely greets you when you have to.

He's not the type that would try to forget you using another girl. So I believe he would stay single until the very last drop of his love for you had gone;

[clownn-pierrott]

hii does anyone that likes jjk, slam dunk and anime in general wants to be friends? :)

[glitterge1pen]

Have you ever stood in an empty hallway and been put into 2005-2009?

Rukawa Kaede x reader, sfw, fluff, word count 3,490

guys I've done it again I have wrote something vague and tender

Stadium Operations Manger had not been the job you thought you would find yourself in. At least according to the results of the career aptitude test you took in high school.

Scheduling and preparing the stadium for events was your main job. Working with musicians teams to figure out how their touring stage would fit in your space. What nights were for basketball or hockey or monster jam trucks.

What charity wanted to sing at that hockey game? And there's a new food vendor right? These were questions you handed off to other people, the managers beneath you. With a walkie talkie, clipboard, and google calendar you hoped yourself invincible.

That was of course until Rukawa. His name squeezes its way out of the corner of your mouth, it tingles the tip of your nose and turns the ends of your ears hot. Your staff in aprons, yellow crowd control vests, and black security jackets moves out of your way as you pass.

There is twenty minutes until the doors open and then another hour until the game.

Your shoes clunk on the tiled floor, your legs burning from the fast pace. Where could he be this time? You were almost back at where you had started and there was no sign of him.

Pressing on the walkie you ask if anyone has seen him. They don't have to ask who. But he is still amiss and you don't know if you should be angry or impressed.

Deciding that he can wait just a couple minutes you walk over to the glass wall that overlooks the city. In the summer doors lead to a rooftop cafe, a balcony, but now in the colder months the doors are locked and you can only look.

At night the lights and reflections of the city are like rain. You often find yourself taking in this exact view, either on the first floor or higher up on the third floor where you are now.

Next to you is one of the smaller merchandise shops. The front of the shop also glass. All the local sports teams merch is stocked here and tonight the basketball teams logo is most prominent amongst the jerseys. Especially Rukawa’s jersey. That number of his, 11, seemingly mocking you. Where was he?

The shop door was propped open, you'd have to check the schedule and remind whoever closed last night to make sure to shut it. A sneaker. There behind the cashier counter on your right is a sneaker on the floor.

You leave the door to investigate. There is Rukawa on that blue shop carpet. His arms crossed over his chest and his breathing even. You kick the bottom of his shoe.

"Come on," he groans, "Get up, game time is soon,"

"You're lying,"

"I'm not lying you got to get your ass up and back downstairs,"

He doesn't say anything. You huff, knowing that the next part of this charade is trying to yank him off the floor. Rukawa is tall and mostly muscle, you tug on his arm but never get him very far. Today he is limp dead weight. You set your clipboard down to use both hands, in a misstep you tangle your shoes with his. Your hands loose grip on his forearm and you're tumbling backwards.

This is what seems to wake Rukawa up. His own hand grips onto your wrist pulling you in his direction just as he’s standing onto his feet. You bump into his chest and are momentarily in a whirlwind. Rukawa smells nice, his cologne faint but there, beneath the vague spicy citrus is the gentle sweat of sleep. His jersey isn’t pressed to flat clean lines but it is clean, it smells fresh. He’s looking at you not saying anything and you can feel his gaze but do not meet it.

“Your boss is going to kill me,”

“He’s not my boss,”

“He's your coach and that’s close enough, come on we have to get you down there,”

Rukawa follows you out of the store and into the massive stadium halls. He keeps pace with you, employees eye him but don’t ask for pictures or autographs. Around the bend is the employee only elevator and your shoulder brushes against him on the ride down to the basement floors.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

You say with a nonchalant tone, your eyes feasting upon your clipboard trying to find when the medic team is supposed to arrive tonight.

“I didn't mean for you to trip,”

This time he can't look at you while you look at him. You don’t know what to say, your mind trying to find some other instance where you’ve heard him apologize but can't. It's the thing that twitter accounts, sports journalists and other players say about Rukawa. That his head is too high, that he can't admit when he's over stepped but instead will say what he plans on doing next. The elevator dings open and you tell him that it's alright.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Your office is tucked away in the basement. It's barely big enough for the desk, couch and shelf of binders that hold it together. Rukawa is there on the couch, his back to you as you type away on your computer. Players were required to arrive at the stadium at least forty five minutes before the games. Most came earlier than that. Rukawa's teammates were lounging in the locker room with take out, in the seats below the announcers box playing Xbox on the jumbotron and listening to music on the court.

Rukawa was napping. You wondered if he had some sort of sleep disorder. Since finding him in the shop several weeks ago Rukawa had stopped napping in various places around the stadium and taken up your offer to sleep in the office. You turn to look at him now and find that he is already looking at you.

“You're awake,”

And he nods, sitting up.

“You ready for the game,”

He scoots the couch closer to the desk.

“I’ll take that as a yes,”

“We’re weak on defensive because Miller is out. Their good scorers, and so are we but our weak point is shining,”

“You can still win,”

Rukawa is close to the desk so that he can rest his head in his arms. His breath itches your skin as your attention battles to focus on the computer screen in front of you and not him.

“And you have to move the couch back when you leave for warm ups,”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

The team was on a losing streak. You did not bring it up to Rukawa. He sulked in your office before games, twisting in his sleep. He had been spending even more time in the gym. The training center was only two blocks away from the stadium. He parked his car in the same lot as yours, you saw him in there sometimes before you had to clock in, the training center not open yet. Most often he was napping, but sometimes you caught him watching game highlights. You always made sure to bump your fist on his window as you passed by.

Today, in the cold night air, he was there again. The trunk of his car slamming shut as he tossed his duffle bag inside. His eyes widened when he saw you, having caught him off guard. Another thing that you had not been able to do before. You see the bags under his eyes, the red creeping around his pupils.

“Rukawa, what are you still doing here, its really late,”

He shrugs, “I could ask you the same thing,” you were carrying a box full of posters. The new ones for the holders had come in, you liked to keep the cool ones of bands you liked. Rukawa held the box for you as you unlocked the car. Your breath came out in white clouds, the air slithering around you, Rukawa put his hands in his pockets.

“Hungry?”

He asks. The restaurant of Rukawa's choosing was at first surprising. Empanadas served over a counter. Traditional ones, and ones with more flashy fillings like Vegan Caprse and Spicy Bbq Chicken. The place is small with few tables, it's on the mall strip downtown and has doors on either side. People filter in and out easily, their empanadas wrapped in wax paper, steaming hot as people head back outside. Most seem drunk, rosy, and loud as they wait for their food.

You order first and snag the window seats, gliding onto the high stools. It's Friday so even though it's late the street is still buzzing. When Rukawa slides into the seat next to you, he hands you a cellophane wrapped pastry.

“For letting me use the office,”

“Oh you didn't have to do that,”

“I did. I have to do something for you,”

He's so matter of fact about it that it makes you want to roll your eyes. He's serious and dead set on small things like this, it makes you grin. You watch the people on the street, your reflection mixing with the lights, the people behind you in the small restaurant just blurry shapes in the window. The food is good and warm, the bread flaky and filling.

“Are you okay?” He doesn't answer but instead just looks at you. If he was going to be stubborn about it you supposed you could be a little mean, “I know you don’t like losing and…” You trail off hiding a smile behind your empanada. He twists around in his stool, propping his elbows up on the counter. You don’t stop looking at him and eventually he sighs and swivels the stool to face you.

“Fine. I don’t like it. And I can't do anything about it,”

“And have you done other things?”

“Like what?”

“What you've never taken, like a spa day or something?”

“I’m not going to a spa,”

“I’m not saying go to a spa I just mean when you aren’t playing basketball what do you do?”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“When I first moved here this is where I would come,”

It's the next day and you had spent more time than you'd like to admit thinking about what to wear. Only to find that Rukawa was bringing you to a bridge looking down at the freeway. It was the massive freeway too, the one with ten lanes and the toll. The bridge had nothing but chainlink, that enclosed the concrete path, and a single iron railing keeping people from throwing rocks and themselves down at the cars. It connected a neighborhood of houses to a strip mall.

“And why would you come here? There's like nothing here,”

He shrugged, “This path connects to the river, the one down by the stadium. I used to run it every morning and sometimes I’d stop here at the bridge.”

There's stairs you have to descend, they seem clunky and odd next to the freeway. Drivers slow down as they approach and merge from the ramp onto the lanes. The city is still in view and you find your eyes wandering to the skyscrapers and glistening windows. Rukawa nudges your shoulder with your own.

“This is the part I like,”

A car gets on the exit ramp.

“What about it?”

“Look at the drivers,”

The next car comes, a blue honda, and the girl driving looks over her shoulder to see if she can merge. Almost everyone does this, the peek over the shoulder. Of course everyone does this, but it is charming to see that Rukawa has picked a spot just to watch people do this mundane task. You try to think of other things like this that everyone must do but your mind comes up blank, too busy watching the cars pass by.

There are easy things to think of, like breathing, drinking water, sleeping, that all people somehow complete. But smaller things, like having to check over your shoulder, escape you. But you know still that other people exist in the same way you do.

“I get why you come here,”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“That just isn't going to work sir,”

The grody man in front of you was trying to convince you that his musicians stage set needed another rig for lights.

“There has to be some way you can do this for us, we’ll downsize if we have too,”

“You're going to downsize over some lights?”

All the pleasantries between you two had been used up. The past ten minutes had been very tense, the forty five minute meeting was entering two hour meeting territory and you were jittering with nerves. Not because you couldn't handle this man but because there was a game tonight and you still hadn't made your first round of check-ins with your team.

“Hell yeah we’ll downsize over this. This is money that you’ll be losing,”

“It's not possible, we simply don't have the room for it,”

“Then make room!”

The door to your office swings open, Rukawa is there, duffle bag slung over his shoulder and frozen as he takes in the atmosphere.

“Oh, I didn't know you had a meeting today,”

He’s about to turn away but you usher him in.

“No, no, its alright we were just finishing up,”

“No we aren't!”

Rukawa’s eyes dart between you and this man, he tosses his duffle bag onto the couch, stepping aside to let the man pass. But the man is still in the chair across from your desk, his face red and his palms up like can catch him an explanation for this interruption.

“I’m sorry but we are done. I've explained several times that we don't have room for another rig, and even if we did I couldn't let you use that space because the amount of lights you're suggesting is a fire hazard,”

“Other places have given us the space so why can't you?”

“Because we don't have it!”

You are practically yelling and the man's mouth is open in shock, his hand on his chest like he has the right to be appalled.

“You have to leave,”

Rukawa says. You don't take your eyes off the man in front of you.

“You don't have any say in this matter!”

“They told you to leave, leave,”

Finally, after a long, long beat of silence the man gets up and leaves. He slams your office door hard. Your fists balled up at your sides, you jump at the door. Opening it only to slam it shut even harder than he had. You stand in the middle of your office unsure of what to do now. Your whole body burning hot, your eyes brimming with tears, and your hands still clenched tight.

“Come on, you have to get out of this office,”

You run your fingers over the lines in your forehead, the ones that appear before you're going to cry.

“No, no, I have to check in with security and-”

“Do you think it's a good idea to do that when you're not calm and ready?” “But I have to,”

“Just ten minutes,”

You follow Rukawa to the elevator and find yourself retracing steps to the merchandise store you had last found him in. To your surprise Rukawa walks past that and to the doors that lead to the patio, and he opens them. He somehow has a key and though it's chilly out you still stand on the rooftop. It's afternoon, the sky a strong blue, clouds fluffy.

“Thanks,”

You say as Rukawa tosses you his warm up jacket.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

“Can’t you go talk to him,”

“Isn't that your job,”

Rukawa's coach, a balding middle aged man who wears too many rings, sighs, and shakes his head.

“Your better at it, he likes you better,”

“Which is it, am I better or does he like me better,”

“You know it's both,”

You hum and continue typing on your laptop.

“I’ll go with you if you're scared,”

“I’m not scared!”

“Then why aren't you going?”

“Beucae Rukawa is a professional athlete and I trust he knows what he's doing,”

“And I’m his coach and I’m saying he's doing too much, get him out of the gym, hes pissing everyone off,”

“Why do I have to do it? It's not my responsibility,” 

“I already told you, he likes you best”

This is the conversation you had with him in your office that led to you braving the night and walking to the training center. You show your stadium badge to the secretary behind the desk and she does not let you in. So you call coach and he doesn't answer, which leads to you calling Rukawa.

“Can you come down to the front desk,”

He's breathless as he speaks, “The front desk where?”

“Here, like where you are, the training center,”

Suddenly you are scared and nervous and don't know exactly what you’ll say to Rukawa. When he gets down to the lobby he bursts through the doors, head whipping back and forth to find you.

“Did something happen?”

“What? No? Did coach not tell you I was coming?”

Rukawa's shoulders drop, and he shakes his head no.

“He wants you out of the gym,” He runs a hand through his hair, “he says you're stressing everyone out,”

Rukawa hunches over on his knees, he huffs.

“He couldn't tell me that?”

“He says he did and you didn't listen.”

He flops back onto the couch that's in the lobby. You stand there holding the strap of your work bag. You aren't sure what's supposed to happen next, are you supposed to sit down with him? Is he actually going to leave? He wraps the healthy leaf of the house plant that's next to the couch around his fingers. It shines underneath the lights, green, vibrant, of life.

“Have you ever been inside?”

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Since Rukawa had given you a tour of the training center he was more prone to dropping by your office on days that he did not have games. He had also begun inviting you to practices. You had only been able to make it to two but they were interesting to watch. You didn't sit in the bleachers but rather in this hallway with windows that looked down onto the court. There were hardly any people there, and they appeared to be other employees.

You were not in your office though when Rukawa had popped in. He saw the drink on your desk and the light of the computer screen. He went wandering the basement offices in an attempt to find you. He grabbed his lunch too, he had come from a practice and was starving. He knew the building pretty well from his adventures in napping. He checked the water fountain, the break room but found you in the office supply closet. Which is where the big xerox machine was.

“Hey,”

You said to him as he entered the small room.

“You weren't in your office,”

“Well, yeah I had to make copies of these,”

Rukawa hoisted himself up on the cabinet next to the printer. He clipped the stacks of paper you were making with paper clips and set them aside for you as he munched on his food.

“Is that a whole bag of tomatoes?”

You asked, lifting up the scanner lid. Rukawa had brought a ziploc bag full of tomatoes to eat. He nodded.

“Do you want one?”

None of the tomatoes were of the same size or color, but most of them were small. He handed you one of the bite size ones, and you don't know what compelled you to do this, but you put it on the scanner with paper. You pressed the start button and bright light illuminated the room. With the lid open you could see the bar of light as it whirred left and right.

Rukawa took the paper off the glass and dumped the rest of the tomatoes on. You scanned dozens of different piles of the tomates. Flipping them over and rearranging them on the glass. All the images were being sent to your computer but also being printed out. Rukawa assisted. Moving the red bulbs this way and that.

“When we’re done can we go to the roof?”

“Sure,”

You say to him. Many weeks later you will visit Rukawa's apartment and find the printed tomatoes framed in the hallway of his house.

༓･*˚⁺‧͙·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

A/N;  @z_adeh on tiktok has this video of them scanning tomatoes and it zapped my brain

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

SLAM DUNK MASTERLIST

🏀 - fluff 📼 - smut ⛹️ - angst

Sakuragi Hanamichi

Hanamichi Sakuragi romantic headcanons🏀

Rukawa Kaede

Rukawa Kaede romantic headcanons 🏀

Ryota Miyagi

Ryota Miyagi romantic headcanons 🏀

Hisashi Mitsui

Hisashi Mitsui romantic headcanons 🏀

Kiminobu Kogure

Kiminobu Kogure romantic headcanons 🏀

Akira Sendoh

Nothing's here yet

Yohei Mito

Yohei Mito romantic headcanons 🏀

[tojisprettywife]

{note: for a change, i actually read through. if there are mistakes, ignore them😞. was supposed to be for geto only. i usually never write about giving head, this is my very first time 🧍🏻‍♀️. i hope it’s okay 😵‍💫. minors DNI.}

warnings: 18+, f! reader, oral (m! receiving only), swallowing cvm, subtle soft dom (m!)?!?!?

“c’mon, baby” he coos, running his thumb over your jawline, making you look up into his eyes. he presses his leaking tip against your lips, smearing them with his precvm. “open up, doll.” he says in a condescending tone, laced with pure desire for your submission. you part your lips slowly, your tongue tip, touches his leaking tip. he grits his teeth, a soft hiss escapes his lips. you hesitantly, swirl your tongue around his tip. he slowly pushes his covkhead past your lips, you softly suck on it, using your tongue to envelope around it. “Mmm good girl.. a bit more, you can do that for me right?” he isn’t giving you a choice here, he wants you to give into him. the feeling of superiority he felt was addictive, he liked this view, you on your knees for him and this high, certainly awakened something in him. you nod, looking up into his eyes, he slowly pushes the rest of his thick length past your lips “make sure your teeth doesn’t graze okay? use your tongue more, okay baby?” his tone silky, filled with pure lust, and this newfound high. you gag, your eyes glossy, as his length hits the back of your throat. his breath hitched, chest heaving a little, as your small and warm mouth, wraps around his cvck. his nostrils flare up a lightly, clenching his jaw. you barely hold on, breathing a little unsteady, his hand grabs a fistful of your hair. “It’s too much? but you can take it, doll. you look so pretty like this” he slowly thrusts into your mouth, it keeps hitting the back of your throat, salvia dripping down your chin, tears rolling down your cheek. he wipes a stray tear drop with his thumb, the grip on you hair tightens. “Mmph—” you grip his leg and your free hand slipping under your dress, to rub your clad hardened bud. “you should focus on me, love” he said, his eyes on your free hand under your dress and then looking back up at your eyes. he smirks, he starts thrusting into your tight throat, his heavy balls slapping against your chin.

a small moan escapes his lips, as he reached his high. he pushed himself to the hilt, as ropes of white milky liquid coated your throat. he bucks his hips against your face one last time, his body trembling slightly, after reaching such a high. “fuuu—ah..ck”. he slowly pulls his length cock from your throat, past your lips. you catch your breath, wiping your glossy eyes. “clean me up properly, doll.” you look up at him, slightly confused. then look down at his lower half, you see some cvm dripped down to his balls. “go on, clean them up, for me”. you gulp down, inching your head slowly, unsure of what you’re supposed to do. your tongue tip, chastely touches his sack, you lap the cvm and look up. “properly. love.” he smiles, was that a loving smile? nope. your eyes widen, it registers to you slowly, what he meant. you lean down a little, taking one of it into your mouth. slowly sucking on them, gently, you suck on it little harder. his hand reaches for your head, his nails lightly, digging into your scalp. “fuck, baby” you let go it with a pop sound, and move your head taking the other one into your mouth. he throws his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. his tip leaking precvm again, dripping down to his sack again. you suck on it, gently and then a little harder, your teeth grazes slightly. “god” he breathlessly moans. you pull away, with a pop sound. you look up at him, your own panties wet with arousal. “Ha, come here” he extends his hand, helping you stand up. He smiles, his hands cupping your cheeks, he leans in kissing you deeply. “you taste like me, huh?” he smirks, his hands sliding down from your waist to your ass, groping them. he pulls you into a hug, his hand travel back up, rubbing your back in soothing circles . “you did so well f’ me. now let me, take care of you, angel.” well you know what happens, when the night is young and so are you.

~ GETO SUGURU! , Shiu Kong, Fushiguro Toji, Rukawa Kaede, Suna Rintaro, Iwaizumi Hajime,

(any interaction is very much appreciated!)

[jcrml]

I still can't find it, even the author. I don't know if they deactivated or they were reported. I found someone on Wattpad who's looking for the story too. I still have this screenshot since I archived the story.

Mesmerized | Rukawa Kaede

To put it simply, Y/n is the sister of Sawakita Eiji and she met Rukawa in a game. She yelled for him to lose too, instead of cheering, since he was against her brother. Rukawa also met her parents through video call (?), and Sawakita was already in America at that time. It was cute and I've been waiting for updates, but it turned out like this.

Honestly, this hooked me up more because it's rare to have a good story about Slam Dunk. And because there was a chapter where Haruko suddenly kissed Rukawa but got rejected. I think this was when she heard about Rukawa and Y/n.

TBD.

I once read a Wattpad story, where Rukawa met Y/n—who was Sawakita Eiji's sister. Its title was “Mesmerized” by blushblushbarbie. However when I checked the user account last time, it said that it was no longer existing. Any hopes from anyone if they know what happened? It was a good story, too, and interesting.

[overtaken-stream]

hello!! are the requests still open? may i have some headcanons about rukawa dating sakuragi's sister? maybe sakuragi would act overprotective of her?? thank you so much!!

This is such a silly idea and I love it.

``Out of everybody, why him?!```

The very first words he said to you after you casually let it slip that you are going on a date with Rukawa.

Hanamichi is overprotective of your feelings, he always has been involved in your business, even before adopting the delinquent lifestyle. After that, he had to enforce some rules around a few territories with his physic. this action did gain him a few grudges, none of the opponents planned on getting their teeth shattered again. It's safe to say he was more than interested in the events happening in your life, including your love life, which was especially annoying. Hanamichi doesn't feel a twisted jealousy like depicted in some animes, nor does he think you're his innocent, adorable sister who is helpless. Quite the opposite—he has seen you throw some mean "playful" punches and Indian/Chinese burns, which left his skin more vibrant red than a tomato. It's impressive, considering that not many of his enemies' hits manage to last as long as injuries caused by you do.

He tries to not meddle in your taste in men or what you're up too when you're alone. Hanamichi doesn't care as long as he or whoever the person would be is treat you right.

The root of his interest is curiosity,, he doesn’t know when to keep his nose out of your business, which causes a few quarrels between the two of you.

The problem arises when Rukawa involves himself with you. Hanamichi has seen how Rukawa treats women, especially those who are interested in him, which is why he might seem overprotective when all three of you are in the same room. In reality, he's just worried about your heart getting broken.

Rukawa, on the other hand, quietly celebrates his victory over Sakuragi, aware that Sakuragi can't interfere with his relationship with you. He finds it odd that Sakuragi is your brother, not because you share similar features, but in a way that is indescribable.

It also helps that your relationship changes the dynamic between the two boys. It’s not a noticeable change in their behavior toward each other, because you’re still forced into the role of a mediator when Kaede visits, however they do try to not physically fight and compete in front of you.

When Hanamichi realizes that Rukawa is serious about your relationship, his mind will be put at ease. Perhaps he’ll see both of you taking naps together, and it will all click into place, or he will witness Rukawa's efforts to contribute to the relationship, like sneakily trying to deceive Sakuragi into sharing facts about you that only he knows (aside from your friends), like what are your favorite foods and sweets?

Hanamichi doesn't care to give an approval because he believes that it is not needed and you can make your own decisions without his intervention and Rukawa tries extra hard to embarass Hanamichi in front of you if you happen to be in the gym when they're practicing.

On the surface nothing changes between them, except maybe they try to avoid throwing punches at each other's face. Only the face is prohibited... They don't want you to be mad at them...

[bunnies-and-blues]

Hi~ your post on study session headcanons was so relatable for me, because I’m preparing for exams right now! Wish Kogure-sempai could keep me company while I revise… Sigh

Would you do headcanons for Mitsui, Rukawa, Kogure, and how they’d make up with their s/o after an fight?

Thank you so much! Keep up the good work!

─꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱─ slam dunk : kiss & make up ☆

⸝⸝ tl;dr : fights are always the worst thing to have with your partner. work features mitsui, rukawa, kogure, and you !

⸝⸝ note : not really hurt/comfort, but more so just the comfort after talking it out with the sd boys ! and thank u sm, peach, wishing you the best on exams ! (even though its vv late) =DD

you don't even remember what you fought about . was it a conflict on schedules ? were you being too clingy ? or lack thereof ? whatever it was, it felt awful .

mitsui hisashi . . .

look, i love the guy, but he's not the best at communication

chances are, he'll be giving you the cold shoulder for a couple of days, even though his heart yearns for your presence and his eyes automatically search for your name whenever his phone lights up with a notification

i feel like he'd be a bit prideful, not replying for hours on end and giving you terse replies whenever you speak — like i said, awful communication skills !!

secretly though, he'd be asking his friends for advice — kogure, specifically. and to some extent akagi as well; he knows that both of them are level-headed enough to hear both yours and his side of the story.

eventually, he breaks ; he misses being around you : (

mitsui stops you just as you were about to leave the room. it was late afternoon, the sun's rays slanting through the classroom windows. dust motes swirl lazily in the light as mitsui steps towards you once, twice, three times, until eventually you two are facing each other. his eyes are downcast, his feet shuffling on the worn wooden floors. "look, i - uh -" he starts, and he curses. why the hell can't he talk ? even when you're not doing anything, you can still render him speechless. he stops, takes a deep breath, starts again. "i just wanted to say that i'm sorry, for you know, not answering your messages and not calling you back. ignoring you. i - i have no excuse for that; and i'm not proud of it, either. but i just wanna say that, whatever we fought about, we- we can talk it out, if you're okay with that. i wanna make this right. i don't like being in fights with you, and it feels weird, not talking to you. and the thing is, i-" he sighs again, his gaze finally coming up to meet yours. his words come out in a whisper, his statement meant for you and you only. "- i missed you."

kogure kiminobu . . .

easily the best communicator out of the three !!

he's the type of person that strives to end any miscommunication before it could even begin, so fights and arguments with him are infrequent, if not completely rare

the only scenario i can see wherein you'd get in a fight with him is about how maybe you're working too hard -- studying from the time you get home to the early hours of morning with no breaks in-between

kogure hates seeing you suffer, so often times he tries to offer advice, even if you don't want or need it

eitherway, an argument would happen ; maybe some hurtful words were thrown around, words that neither of you meant

regardless of who instigated, kogure would always be the one to first make amends

all around you, the world goes on -- students chatting excitedly over lunch, footsteps echoing all across the campus, birds and cars and people all just trying to move forward. but in this corner of the school, the one with the flowering cherry tree behind the cafeteria, the world only consisted of you and him. you fidget with the water bottle in your hands, the condensation making your palms wet. the sweltering noontime heat makes you dizzy. (or was it from your lack of sleep?) you raise your handkerchief to swipe at your sweat, but kogure beats you to it -- gently, he dabs his at your forehead, then your cheeks, then your neck. his hands are cool despite the heat. "i'm sorry for what i said the other day," he says as he cools you down. "i ... i just don't want to see you having a hard time. i know that your deadlines were near and you have so much to do but i just really don't like seeing you so ... tired. you haven't been talking much lately and i haven't seen you smile all week so i - i just --" "kiminobu." you cut him off, leaning your cheek into his palm. kogure's heart pounds in his chest ; you say his name so sweetly, so softly. "it's okay." "are you sure?" he stammers, leaning forward to caress your face better. "it's just that i know i said some things that i shouldn't have said and it's --" "kiminobu," you repeat again, your tone firm but gentle at the same time. you rest the weight of your head on his palms (along with the weight you've been feeling all week) and you smile at him. "it's okay." kogure stares at you for a moment, then he smiles back, his eyes crinkling and a laugh spilling from his lips. "okay," he repeats, nodding his head. "okay." he laughs, and it feels like he's weightless, floating on cloud nine.

rukawa kaede . . .

not much to say for rukawa tbh

but in all seriousness, the aftermath of your fights with rukawa would be silent and cold. much like mitsui, he tends to prioritize his pride and sore heart over actually making amends with you.

but that doesn't mean he doesn't care !

more often than not, he ends up with his fingers hovering over his phone's keyboard, trying desperately to think of a way to apologize to you, before sighing and just turning his phone off

he plays basketball to let off the steam, and also to occupy his mind from the lack of your presence : (

the sounds of rukawa's basketball hitting the floor echoes throughout the empty gym, mixing in with the sounds of cicadas chirping in the trees. moths gather under lamplights, their wings silvery in the night. bam-bam-bam goes the ball, before his pace stuttersto a halt. he wipes the sweat off his forehead and checks the time -- 7 pm. that's enough practice for one day. the cold night air greets him as he walks out the gym. as he swings his leg over his bike, he sees a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye. "you're still here," he states, deadpan. he still hasn't figured out how to apologize to you, and his stiffness shows in his voice. "yeah," you reply, clutching your bag tighter. you had been in the library with your classmates up until that point, working hard to finish a group project before tomorrow's deadline. silence between the two of you. you walk on, and so does he, the click-click-click of his bike wheels the only sound disrupting the quiet turmoil of each other's thoughts. the two of you exit the school campus, and for a moment you both falter on the concrete sidewalk, shoes scuffling the grit underfoot. "i'll- i'll go this way, then," you mutter. what the hell, he hates this! everything feels so ... stilted. before rukawa could reply, you turn on your heel and start walking in the direction of the train station. you barely manage three steps before rukawa cycles by, blocking you with his bike. he takes your bag and puts it in the front basket. pats the passenger seat of his bike with a determined gaze. "i'll take you home," he says. his voice is softer now. there wasn't much else to do except to sit on the backseat of his bike and let him pedal you home, the night air causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. "wrap your arms around me," rukawa instructs. the wind carries his words, lifts it to your ear. you swear his breath hitches just the tinest bit when you do what he says, adding in a small nuzzle to his side for good measure. "i'm sorry," you whisper after a while, voice half-muffled by the fabric of his coat. your fingers toy with the zipper of his jacket. rukawa is silent for a bit, then he takes one hand off the handlebar and puts it atop yours. he intertwines your fingers with his, squeezing. his pulse vaguely thumps through his skin, sending beats vibrating through your palm. "i'm sorry, too."

[winternet-s]

MINSUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )

summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.

wc: around 1,6k

notes: the same way reader's japanese sucks same goes with me and english <3 my bad for the grammar i hope you will enjoy this chapter, have a nice day mwah !

previously : prologue. next : II. RUKAWA KAEDE.

I. HANIMICHI SAKURAGI.

THE SUN RAISED AGAIN OVER JAPAN, its light spilling into every possible street corner and yet it was as if she was the light illuminating their morning, all eyes were on her. Her every move was watched by the horde of students in her path, her heels ringing in their ears, her perfume tickling their nostrils as she passed them. 

Like a model dominating the catwalk, the young girl continued to parade until she reached the finish line, thereby putting an end to the entertainment.

The rhythm she set in the corridor was perfectly in tune with the harmonies she had become accustomed to playing in her morning orchestra. Their frightening notes rang in her ears, one by one, as her school life had been going on for a short while, it had now been a year since she had found herself living in Japan. A year that some people had not accepted her difference.

"I'm telling the truth her japanese is really bad," her comarade's laughter, like shards of broen glass, cut through the corridor full of chatterboxes, she leaned close to her friend, her voice a conspiratorial hiss, a venomous serpent coiled and ready to strike. Her eyes gleamed with a cruel light, revealing in the secret mockery she shared. 

With every snide comment, her words were twisted curled like smoke, unseen but suffocating. The object of her mockery was just a few steps away, however, and there was no sign of offence in her walk, the object of her mockery was just a few paces away, however, leaving no trace of offence, she was like a rock in the face of the storm brewing behind her. 

In her silence there was a profound strength, a lesson in resilience. Once again [name] showed them that dignity could flourish even in the hardest of environments, her silence a powerful echo of inner peace and unshakable self-worth. They're getting ridiculous everyday.., she thought to herself.

As her steps were measured and serene the young girl was welcomed by a ruckus done by a group of boys.

"CHEER UP HANAMICHI! FORGET ABOUT THE BASKETBALL TEAM!!" Exclaimed one but it was before feeling a pair of calloused hands on his face and receiving a harsh hit on his face, it was from a red-head.

The teenager remembered hearing things about him, the fact that he was somewhat aggressive and intimidating. Yet he was there sulking at his desk, and despite the rumours about him there was a charming innoncence to his deamanor. His cheeks flushed with the faintest of pink, puffed out slightly as he brooded, the corners of his mouth turned downward in a perfect pout, quivered as if caught between a sigh and and a reluctant smile.

Hesitantly, she approached the young man on the ground, surrounded by what appeared to be his friends,"Are you all right? He didn't hurt you too bad?" At the sound of a female voice and a foreign accent, the group of boys immediately turned their attention to the figure before them. 

'She's so pretty' they all thought, to them she was a vision of grace her hair styled, her eyes deep and expressive, seemed to hold all the mysteries they couldn't guess what she was thinking right now. They watched as she moved her movements fluid and natural, as if she were the gentle breeze that played through the leaves. Each boy lost in his thoughts tried to capture the essence of her beauty, while she tried to get an answer.

"Sorry my japanese isn't the best," the [hair texture] apologized, thinking that her accent was the cause of their silence and strange expressions, she tried to open her mouth again before being abruptly cut off by the same red hair that had struck her comrade.

"You're really pretty," his once muted and withdrawn aura now seemed to shimmer with a soft luminous glow illuminating the whole class. His whole persona had changed, his brown eyes flickered nervously as he would glanced at her figure, however each of them turned out to draw more warmth to his face, turning his face in a darker shade of red. 

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He quickly asked as for the girl confusion took over her.

Wait… What? Her mind scrambled to catch up, trying to process if this was a joke or just pure bravado."

—

AFTER THE STRANGE INTERACTION, the girl quickly dismissed the thoughts she had about earlier, but what she didn't know was that the young man was persistent. The tall figure quickly moved to her side, his group of friend supporting him right behind.

"You didn't gave me a reply earlier.." started the red hair while fidgeting with his fingers, avoiding the cold stare that she was giving to him.

[Name] found herself being under an unseen burden, this kind of situation never happened to her before, her shoulders slumped and eyes clouded with annoyance. As the minutes stretched into eternity for Hanamichi, he noticed the [skin color] letting out a sigh, a sound that carried so much meaning.

"Sorry, but I don’t really know you, and honestly? I’m not into guys who seem… aggressive."Her suave tone just slapped him back to reality, as he stared at her figure getting smaller.

"..A-Agressive...?" Hanamichi stuttered on his words, he felt hurt, being rejected again while his friends were supporting him, fell profusely down his cheeks. 

"HIGH SCHOOL REJECTION NUMBER TWO!"

Each steps that were taking her away from the place seemed not far enough, [name] could still hear them. 'In what kind of school have I found myself in ?'  thinking about just happened sighing again she walked trying to find her peace, until she heard a familiar voice coming in her ears. 

"Hello, [name]-chan!"

The cheerful voice of Haruko called out, instantly breaking the young girl's reverie. [name] turned to see Haruko waving at her enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling with warmth. Haruko was the one person who had befriended her since she had moved to Japan, providing a semblance of comfort in an otherwise alien environment. Despite Haruko's kind nature, [name] often felt like an outsider, constantly reminded of her foreignness by the whispers and stares of her classmates.

"Hi, Haruko," [name] replied, forcing a smile.

Haruko jogged up to her, her energy palpable. "I've been looking for you! Do you have plans for lunch?"

[name] shook her head. "Not really. Just thinking about finding a quiet spot to read."

Haruko beamed. "Great! I was hoping you'd join me. I wanted to introduce you to some of my friends from the basketball team. They're really nice, I promise."

Before [name] could respond, Hanamichi's voice rang out, "HIGH SCHOOL REJECTION NUMBER TWO...!" His group of friends burst into laughter, patting him on the back. Haruko's eyes widened as she noticed the tall redhead standing just behind [name]. 

"Sakuragi-kun?" she called out, her tone a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Hanamichi turned towards Haruko, a mix of pride and embarrassment on his face. "Haruko-san!" he exclaimed, his cheeks still flushed from his earlier encounter with [name].

The [skin colour] felt a wave of relief wash over her as Haruko's attention shifted to Hanamichi. For a moment, she hoped she could slip away unnoticed, but Haruko was quick to close the gap between them.

"Sakuragi-kun, what are you doing here?" Haruko asked, her eyes darting between [name] and Hanamichi.

Hanamichi scratched the back of his head, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "Just, uh, getting used to rejection, I guess," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of self-deprecation.

Haruko giggled, clearly amused by his response. "Well, you do have a knack for making an impression," she teased gently. Turning to [name], she continued, "This is Sakuragi Hanamichi. He's trying out for the basketball team. Quite the character, isn't he?"

[name] nodded politely, unsure of what to say. "He's the delinquent you talked to me about right?" Her blunt statement echoed in Hanamichi's mind, his warm brown eyes were focused on the [hair texture] mouth agape for a moment.

"Don't worry about Sakuragi-kun," Haruko said, linking her arm with [name]'s. "He's harmless. Come on, let's have lunch together."

As they walked away, [name] couldn't help but glance back at Hanamichi, who was still standing with his friends, a look of determination now replacing his earlier embarrassment. He gave her a small, hopeful wave, which she acknowledged with a brief nod.

Seated in the cafeteria, Haruko continued to talk animatedly about the basketball team and how excited she was for the upcoming season. [name] listened quietly, grateful for Haruko's company but still feeling a pang of anxiety about being in the spotlight.

"Do you think Sakuragi-kun will make the team?" [name] asked, trying to steer the conversation away from herself.

Haruko smiled, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I think he has a lot of potential. He's tall, strong, and surprisingly agile for his size. If he can focus and channel his energy, I think he could be a great asset to the team."

[name] nodded, her mind lingering on the possibility that Hanamichi might not be as intimidating as he first seemed. Despite his brash exterior, there was a vulnerability to him that she couldn't ignore.

"He's really tall, isn't he?" Haruko continued, her eyes glancing over to where Hanamichi and his friends were seated. "And he looks so sporty. I heard he's been practicing a lot."

"Yeah, he does seem pretty athletic," [name] agreed, feeling a bit more at ease with the conversation turning to Haruko's evident interest in Hanamichi.

As lunch continued, [name] found herself relaxing in Haruko's presence. Despite the challenges she faced, having a friend like Haruko made everything seem a bit more manageable. Maybe, with Haruko by her side, she could find her place in this strange new world after all.

winnie talk : hum i hope it was good please comment i would love to read ur comments ! see you soon !

previously : prologue. next : II. RUKAWA KAEDE.

[purplesugarbabe]

✨Rukawa Kaede dating headcanons ✨

How did you even manage to end up in a relationship with Rukawa? Doesn't matter because he is actually a very sweet boyfriend.

He doesn't talk much so he finds other ways to show his affection towards you.

He will probably make you listen to love songs that express his feelings better when he can't.

Hides little notes inside your notebooks.

Although he is almost always emotionless, he is very romantic.

He enjoys holding your hand. It gives him comfort.

Even though he isn't the biggest fun of hugs he likes hugging you. Especially after a tiring day.

He will probably end up sleeping while hugging you.

Don't get fooled by his calm expression, Rukawa can get pretty jealous when other people try to flirt with you.

Doesn't like it when you're near Sakuragi. Mostly because he doesn't like his loud and bold personality.

Your dates with him are usually relaxing and really fun.

He often asks you to ride bikes together.

You have to make sure he doesn't fall asleep while riding him bike and cause an accident.

He secretly likes it when you watch him play basketball. He feels proud and full of confidence.

If you get jealous by one of his fangirls, he will wrap his arm around your waist and give you a small kiss on your head.

He will lightly blush every time your wear his clothes.

You might not know but after you wash them and give them back to him, he likes to smell them because they smell like you.

He is a very caring and affectionate person and you are the only one who is allowed to see his soft side. Lucky you!

I hope you liked it! ❤️✨