#Rukawa x reader

[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.

[nosyp]

Really?

Warning = injury, fights, kinda violent

Pairing = Rukawa Kaede x reader

Summary = During a heated game, Rukawa and Sakuragi fight, leaving Rukawa injured. You step in, help him to the nurse, and see a rare glimpse of his softer side.

Word count = 1.4k words

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The game has been very intense so far. There was so much going on in the court. From the ball was going back-and-forth between the two teams to the arguments. It was mostly that new red-haired guy, Sakuragi or something, that had been at Rukawa’s throat since the second quarter.

It started with a few harsh words and shoves, but it started to get worse when it escalated to a full-blown fight right there on the court. You’d never seen Rukawa so visibly frustrated like that before, but the way Sakuragi was annoying him relentlessly, you really couldn’t blame your boyfriend.

"You’re trash, Rukawa!" Sakuragi yelled, attempting to shove past him again. But Rukawa, clearly done with him, shoved him back with more force than necessary. The collision knocked Sakuragi off-balance. 

“Ugh! You darn-!” Sakuragi screamed before throwing a punch at Rukawa.

Then it turned into a full blown fight in the middle of the court. 

The players and coaches and others just stood around them frozen. Everyone was unsure whether to break it up or let them settle it themselves. But all you could do was watch in disbelief as the two of them went at it, exchanging shoves, punches, and insults. You could see Rukawa trying to keep his cool, but Sakuragi’s wild, reckless energy pushed him to his limits.

You rushed to the sidelines, hoping to intervene before things got even worse. But then, in the chaos, it happened. As Sakuragi threw another wild punch, Rukawa dodged, but his foot slipped and he fell on the ground.

The next moment, you saw Rukawa crumple to the ground with a sharp gasp, clutching his ankle.

“Rukawa!” you shouted, rushing toward him without a second thought.

Sakuragi, clearly realizing the fight had gone too far, stopped and stared, his eyes wide. “Crap! Is he okay?” he muttered, stepping back awkwardly.

Rukawa winced, clearly trying to mask the pain. “I’m fine,” he growled, but the look on his face said otherwise.

You knelt beside him, ignoring his protests. “No, you’re not fine. You’re hurt.”

"Don’t touch me," he snapped, but you could see the pain in his eyes, even if he was too proud to admit it.

“Shut up and just let me help you.” You moved to inspect his ankle, carefully moving his foot. The injury didn’t look good, and you could tell he wasn’t going to be able to use it for a while.

Sakuragi scratched the back of his head, looking more sheepish than usual. “Uh… Maybe I went a little too far?”

Rukawa shot him a glare as you gently pressed his ankle with a cold towel. “Damn right, you did.”

Sakuragi took a step back, unsure whether to keep apologizing or just leave. “I didn’t mean for you to get hurt, Rukawa. I swear I didn’t.”

Rukawa’s only response was a sharp exhale and an expression of face twisted in annoyance. "Yeah, well, maybe you should learn how to keep your fists to yourself."

You could feel the tension between them, even as you focused on Rukawa's injury. “Alright, enough bickering,” you interjected, more to break the tension than anything else. “Rukawa, stop acting like you’re fine. You need to sit down before you make it worse.”

Rukawa gritted his teeth, clearly hating how helpless he felt. “I don’t need your help.” His voice was low, stubborn, but you could tell he wasn’t as confident in that statement as he wanted to be.

“Too bad,” you muttered, gently lifting his injured leg. “Because you’re getting it whether you like it or not.” You glanced at Sakuragi, who was still hovering awkwardly nearby. “Go get the coach or someone. He needs to get off the court.”

Sakuragi hesitated for a moment, then gave a small nod, mumbling something under his breath as he ran off to find the coach.

You focused back on Rukawa, feeling a mix of frustration and concern. “You’re really stubborn, you know that?” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re not invincible.”

Rukawa looked at you, his eyes slightly softer than before, though the typical scowl was still there. “I know that,” he muttered. “Just don’t make a big deal out of it.”

You gave him a small, reassuring smile. “Not making a big deal. Just making sure you don’t make it worse by trying to walk on it.”

He stayed silent for a few moments, his gaze drifting to the floor, then back to you. The usual aloofness was still there, but there was a hint of gratitude in his eyes and you swore you were not drunk.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

You blinked in surprise at his sincerity. "You're welcome. Now, stop being a pain and let’s get you off this court."

With Sakuragi away to find the coach, you decided to help bring Rukawa to the nurse’s office before the situation could get any worse. You gently helped him to his feet and let him lean on you to not put too much pressure on the injured foot.

"Hey, you don’t have to help me," Rukawa muttered, his usual pride still evident in his voice. "I can walk just fine."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "You can barely stand, Rukawa. Don’t be an idiot."

He shot you an irritated look but didn’t argue further. Instead, he let you guide him down the hall, his weight resting more on you than he’d like to admit. You kept him steady, making sure his steps were as painless as possible as you reached the nurse’s office.

The nurse, a middle-aged woman, immediately stood up as she saw you both walk in. “What happened?” she asked, eyeing Rukawa with a raised eyebrow.

"Sakuragi happened," you replied, trying to keep things light despite the situation. "He went a little... overboard with the fight."

The nurse gave a small sigh, though there was no surprise in her voice. "Typical. Sit down, Rukawa." She motioned to one of the beds.

Rukawa grumbled but did as instructed, carefully sitting on the bed while you helped him settle. You stood by, watching as the nurse began to assess his injury.

“It’s not broken, but you definitely sprained it,” the nurse said after a quick examination. “You’ll need to minimize pressure and put some ice on it for a while and you’ll be good to go.”

Rukawa grunted in response. "I told you, I’m fine."

"You’re not fine," you said firmly, giving him a look that quickly shut him up. "If you don’t listen to the nurse and rest, you’ll make it worse."

The nurse handed him an ice pack. "Here, keep this on for at least twenty minutes. Don’t try to walk on it too much today, okay?"

Rukawa didn’t argue this time. He took the ice pack from her and set it on his ankle, muttering a quiet thanks under his breath. You couldn’t help but notice how different he seemed. He seemed a lot calmer and less arguments coming from him.

You grabbed a chair and sat beside him, giving him an amused smile. "You know, I’m starting to think you might actually be human after all."

He rolled his eyes but didn’t retort. Instead, he leaned back slightly, his posture relaxing just a bit. "Don’t get used to it."

You chuckled quietly, not pushing any further. "I’ll take what I can get."

The nurse left the room for a moment, giving you both some space. The silence in the room was comfortable, and for once, Rukawa didn’t seem so distant. He didn’t speak, but there was a subtle change in the way he presented himself. It was less tense, and he wasn’t afraid to show his vulnerability to you.

You leaned back in your chair and sighed. "You know, if you just stopped trying to act like you’re invincible all the time, you might actually let people help you."

Rukawa glanced at you, his lips twitching slightly. "I don’t need help."

You smirked. "I think you just need to accept that it’s okay to let people take care of you every once in a while."

[venusxxsstuff]

Court-side connections 𖦹⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

there is so little of slam dunk fan fictions which is a CRIME so I decided to add my own work to the other who worked into this fandom!

A/N this my first time writing a fanfic in English so please excuse any grammar mistakes! I hope you enjoy (๑• . •๑)♡

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In which coach anzai’s daughter decides that it’s time to help her father with coaching duties. 

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“Bye mama, bye dad!” She yelled Walking out of her traditional house door. Looking up to the blue sky she took a deep breath smiling at herself ‘this is going to be exciting’ she exclaimed internally. 

..

Walking calmly down the street to get to her new school. she admired the lovely plants on the side of the rode while swimming in her imagination. 

..

“Good morning” she exclaimed quietly walking inside the quit teachers room. “are you must be anzai-sensi daughter” one teacher with a bald spot on top of his head and rectangular glasses greater her kindly. 

She replied bowing her head slightly while handing the teacher her academic folder “yes, im anzai y/n please take care of me” 

Smiling gently the teacher grabbed the folder and started flipping through it. His eyes widened a bit at her perfect record. He looked at her and smiled again “what an astonishing record, you will be placed in class 1/5 ask one of the students on the hall to lead you there” 

She bowed her head again leaving the room. right after walking out she heard so many people laughing at the same time. Curious she looked at the direction of the sound. Just to be met by a group of 4 people laughing and throwing confetti’s at a tall red headed guy. 

To which the guy responded by hitting them on the heads successfully knocking them out. She cringed a bit at the painful sound of their heads meeting the guys head. 

Shrugging she moved along the hallway to a find a girl with short hair standing with two other girls. She approached them with a small smile, one of the two girls stopped talking when she noticed her standing in-front of them. A little pink dusting her cheeks which made her other friends to follow her path of vision, 

Just for them to have the same reaction as her. 

“Excuse me do you know where I can find class 1/5 ?” 

The three girls snapped out of their dazed when she spoke to them, immediately directing her to the class she’s looking for. Smiling sweetly she thanked them with a slight bow with her head while walking to the classroom. 

As soon as she left their eyesight they gathered again with flustered faces talking about “how pretty she is”. 

…

Reaching the classroom she knocked the door and entered. Introducing herself to the rest of the class the teacher told her to sit in the back row of the classroom next to a guy he called “rukawa” walking elegantly she sat at her assigned seat and got ready for the listen giving the guy next to her a side eye as she noticed him being a sleep ever since she got there. 

… 

After the school ended she sighed to herself and gathered her stuff getting ready to check up on her dad and his basketball team. 

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and this is like a first/ introduction chapter (?) I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! till next time 🌷

[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 😵‍💫

[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."

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

Hello! Your miyagi headcanons were so cute and I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing some romantic headcanons for mitsui? Thank you!

I'm very happy that you like my headcanons! I hope you'll like these ones too. Thank you ❤️

HISASHI MITSUI ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

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First off, thank your best friend (eghem Haruko). Why? She loves Rukawa.

'Why does it matter?' - You may ask. She forced you to go to the basketball practice with you. And that's where you saw him.

He was intrigued by you from the first second he saw you, but he didn't really do anything with this fact at first.

After a few weeks, though, he asked Haruko about you, and she freaked out. She spilled the tea on you immediately.

The next practice you went on with her, she made the two of you talk with each other alone.

At first, it was kind of awkward, but you quickly got along with each other.

This man is the definition of an older brother's best friend, okay? You may not have a brother, though. You just have his best friend as a boyfriend now. You're welcome. Good luck.

TBH, he is kind of like a big brother sometimes and jokes like one most of the time.

He's possessive, but in his own weird way, because he's also really confident in himself.

He'll see you talking to any boy. He'll go over to you, put his hand in your pants's back pocket, grab your buttocks firmly, and just smile at the guy. His aura is just unbearable.

He's such a tease, too. No filter, man; I will tease you everywhere.

He'll introduce you to his grandma first. Since then, you go over to her place sometimes to help her with her garden or to simply eat cakes she makes. They are like heaven in your mouth.

He ain't scared of anything. Literally. He will ring the doorbell at your house, asking your parents if you're home, because he wants to take you on a surprise date. That's how he met your parents, btw.

Your mom loves him; she thinks that he's really handsome, and he helps her when she needs it, so it's a bonus point.

Your dad, though, thinks that Hisashi is just a bad boy and a bad influence on you.

He will teach you how to play basketball and say that you'll need that because someday he'll marry you and make a basketball team with you.

HE'S SO GOOD AT COOKING, LIKE WHAT? (got it from his grandma)

Hugs you from behind EVERYWHERE.

He picks you up on random trips or dates, nonstop. Once you were watching a movie and he just called you, saying that he'd pick you up in 2 hours. Why? You go on a trip to the beach with the basketball team, apparently.

You fight all the time because his hobby is annoying you. That shocks everybody, because he's just a serious guy for most people. Not for you, though.

He just keeps annoying you and then teases you about being angry.

But you can't be mad at him. He'll laugh for a little and then make you some delicious food.

10/10 boyfriend. Would recommend.

[dsierie]

Soulmate AU.

Yandere Rukawa Kaede—he’s convinced you’re his soulmate

An aloof teenager with an extreme talent in basketball, a star player who received accolades from different people from his school. He was someone capable of playing different positions in basketball and never lacks in his plays—he gave it his all for improvement, disciplining himself for the better. To achieve his aspirations and to have fun as he enters the court.

Set aside his capabilities, he also had the looks. In the past two years of middle school, he always had the most chocolates out of all the male students during Valentine’s Day. It was because of his nonchalant attitude and chiselled features—an acne-free skin, long lashes and soft hair that sways as he plays, it all compliments him as a pretty yet handsome guy.

He’s tall, and even has a built body—albeit not too prominent—from his constant training he spends on basketball. He was basically the dream guy almost all teenagers wish was their soulmate, including yourself.

Unlike him, you weren’t blessed in the world of sportsmanship nor the beauty. You were someone many people were convinced was the epitome of mediocre. Average grades, average skills, and average looks. You were neither shabby nor special, just an average joe on the pavements wandering around.

You couldn’t get why he was completely smitten by you. You admit—the two of you were childhood sweethearts, but that was in the past! you didn’t wanna linger by his side any longer, people would assume the two of you are lovers and then proceed to assassinate you in the name of their obsession with your best friend.

Ever since the two of you started middle school, both of you were told that during those times, you’ll feel the symptoms of something corny called Soulmate Syndrome. A mental diagnosis which completely shuts down all your sexual and other romantic feelings for anybody—regardless of gender.

At that time, he suddenly blurted it out when the two of you went to his favorite spot of playing basketball. He sat down on the bench, right beside you—drowning in his sweat as he was playing with his ball, practicing his 3-pointers while you accompanied him. You were stuck with him after he dragged you out of your household.

“Did you bring an extra tee?” You asked, not peeling your eyes away from the novel you’re reading. You flipped a page, his answer late to your question.

“..no.” He meekly replied. You closed your book, and immediately he turned his gaze away, admiring the flourishing flowers near the dewy grass. “And you brought a ball but not a spare t-shirt?”

Rukawa could feel your side-eye impaling his sweaty body. He was heaving so much that his chest could be seen moving up and down as he was heavily breathing in air to maintain equilibrium. His arms lay flat on his thighs, his ball cuddling close in between his arm and side of his chest.

“I’m about to go home.”

“Oh, shut up. You’re lucky I brought one of your shirts you left behind in our house.” You handed him the shirt in your hand. “I’m not gonna look at you change, but hurry up.”

“Thank you.” He took it from your hand. You turned around to prevent invading his privacy, you could care less about the passersby having a glance at a random boy changing.

“Ya done?” You inquired. He hummed in confirmation. As you turned around, he was using his already drenched shirt to clean his face and dry his hair. You were probably looking way more than you were supposed to, but you were too enamoured with his captivating pulchritude.

He was maturing. Both of you were. He was no longer that big doe-eyed kid from elementary, his eyes were becoming more vile and sharper under his whorls of hair. His cheeks held less fat than when he was a kid, and his nose was becoming more prominent too. Even when he’s playing basketball, he maintains a surreal and delicate face.

“[name]..you’re staring.” You pop out of your bubble—gazing directly back at Rukawa. He’d turn into a tomato at this rate with how red his cheeks and ears were. He turned away in a way that conceived him shy—that was the most emotion you’ve seen from him aside from that flat, blank expression he holds.

“Oopsies.. sorry,” a sheepish grin on your lips as you scratched the back of your head. It was still cold, and the breeze from last night remains stagnant in the atmosphere—nipping against your skin. You had forgotten to bring a hoodie or sweater with you.

“[name].. My parents were talking about it the other day and I can’t help but assume that you’re my soulmate.”

You can’t decide whether you should be astonished by the fact that he has spoken more than five words or reciprocate his feelings for you. Instead, you burst out a big laugh. “That’s a funny joke, Kaede.”

“I’m not joking. You’re my soulmate.” He confirms with his brief yet prim words. You knew he was not someone who was good with jokes, but right now, you made an absolute mockery of yourself because you believed that it was a joke.

Big sweats now dripped your forehead, you were becoming nervous and anxious by each second. It was unlikely that you’d be his soulmate even if the two of you were childhood friends. “Uh—well, isn’t it a bit too early? I mean, we’re still in our second year of middle school. You might find someone better than me, plus—” your words were cut short when he interrupted you.

“Nobody’s better than you. You’re the best in my eyes.” He says, hunching over you. He was bigger than before, way bigger than you. Before he’ll enter high school, he might just be over six foot by that time as it did not seem to you that he’ll stop nurturing.

“Maybe now because you’ll find your actual soulmate somewhere in high school.” You notice he was now petting you, laying his hand on your hair to ruffle it gently. “Yeah.”

For once, he finally said something you can agree to. “I’ll find you after classes in our high school.” Or maybe not. He was fully convinced that you were his soulmate, there was no denying that. However, it doesn’t seem lucid to you.

For the past school years, you successfully dodged Rukawa most of the time he made contact with you. Of course—it wasn’t successful every time because he’d find you and force you to hang out with him. He’s just that convinced that you’re his soulmate.

[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;

[winternet-s]

CAMPING IS FOR FALLING IN LOVE, ( r.miyagi )

، ✶ 🍚 ¿ ¡ ✷ we could stay out late until the sun sets past eight 𖤛 ⋆ 🧻 𖥉

summary : After Shohoku’s big win, you invite the team to your family’s camping site for a night under the stars. It’s supposed to be all fun and games—until Ryota Miyagi sees his chance to finally confess his feelings for you. With the fire crackling and the team teasing, he’s ready to open up… if his nerves (and Sakuragi's ego) don’t get in the way first.

notes : i loved writing that as u can tell sakuragi is my favorite 😔 plus be patient for misunderstood i'm trying to make the chapter long and bro it is hard !

warnings : slow burn - christian values and i think that's it

cw: 9,6k

━━━ 𝓘t was when the final whistle blows that the crowd exploded in noises. And it was at that exact moment that you felt yourself breathing, not even noticing that you were holding it. Every Shohoku player present on the court was drowned by their own sweat, still trying to catch their breath before finally erupting in cheers that seemed to shake the very ground beneath them. Their voices rise in unison—triumphant shouts, laughter, and cries of victory filling the air. High-fives, fist pumps, and backslaps are exchanged, the adrenaline still coursing through their veins.

The public join in, their cheers merging with the players’, a deafening roar that surges like a wave through the stands. Banners are waved, chants grow louder, and the entire gym is alive with the electric buzz of success. It’s a moment of pure euphoria��one born of hard work, determination, and the thrill of knowing they’ve earned their victory.

"They truly did an amazing job," you couldn't stop the smile that was spreading on your face , your eyes still absorbed by the team's excitement. "And Sakuragi seems to improve day by day! Every game, he’s improving—faster, sharper. It’s like he’s finding his rhythm, piece by piece" Your eyes lingered on the red-head proclaiming himself as a genius.

Kakuta shot you a grin, waving his hand dismissively. “You’re being way too nice, [Name],” he chuckled, leaning back with a teasing gleam in his eye. “He was just lucky!” His voice was light, playful, but you could tell he wasn’t totally serious—just ribbing Sakuragi the way he always did.

You awkwardly laughed while remembering a few scenes where Sakuragi was — embarrassing because of his ego — clearing your throat you continued, "Don't erase the fact that he's improving quite fast, you did a good job bringing him in the club Haruko!"

The brunette standing beside you flushed at the compliment, waving her hands in front of her modestly. “Oh, no, no!” Haruko shook her head, smiling shyly. "I didn’t really do much… he’s the one putting in all the effort." She glanced over at Sakuragi, her admiration for his determination clear, though she was far too humble to take credit for it.

At that very moment, out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sakuragi’s ears comically stretch and perk up like radar dishes, locking onto the sound of praise. His whole posture straightened up, and a huge, triumphant grin spread across his face.

“Nya-hahaha! Did you hear that, Ryo-chin?” Hanamichi’s booming voice cut through the conversation, puffing out his chest dramatically. “I’m improving fast! I’ve always been a genius, but even [name] can’t deny it anymore!”

Ryota groaned, glaring at him, while Sakuragi swaggered over to his teammates, throwing an arm over Ryota’s shoulders with exaggerated confidence. “You better catch up, little man, or I’ll be the star of this team in no time! You’re lucky to witness my greatness.”

The rest of the team exchanged amused glances, all too used to Sakuragi’s over-the-top ego boosts. Ryota shot you a look, half exasperated, half playful. "See what you started?" he said with a smirk, shaking his head.

You could only laugh at the scene, the red head antics were impossible to not laugh at and Ryota’s exasperated groans were impossible not to find amusing. Completely caught up in the moment, you didn’t notice the way Ryota’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes softening as he admired the way your laugh lit up your face. But underneath that fondness, a small twinge of jealousy tugged at his chest. He couldn’t help but feel a little envious of the affection you seemed to have for Sakuragi, even if he knew it was just playful.

"How about me, [Name]?" Ryota asked, his brown eyes sparkling with a playful glint, but beneath the surface, there was a light note of hope. Not that you caught it.

"You make the point guard position look so effortless," you replied, smiling brightly. "You’re so fast and agile. Plus, you do look really cool while playing, Ryo-chin!"

At your words, Ryota's face broke into a wide, giddy grin. His whole demeanor shifted, as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. "Cool? Did you hear that?" He mimicked Hanamichi's earlier boasting, lightly bouncing on his feet. "She thinks I’m cool! Oh, man! I'm on fire today!"

His exaggerated, playful reaction earned a sweat drop from his teammates, masking the way his heart actually leapt at your words. He ran a hand through his hair in mock arrogance, hiding any trace of the hope that had been there a moment ago. "Looks like I’m winning on and off the court!"

Excitement filled your body from head to toe, a positive energy coursing through you. You let your feet carry towards the players, , the source of that joy. The noise of the gym swirled around you laughter, shouts, the slap of high-fives, but your focus was ahead, where the team stood, basking in the aftermath of their triumph.

Haruko by your side reflected your enthusiasm, taking your arm in hers, a soft smile on her face as the two of you closed the distance.

Once close enough you called for them, “Hey, guys!” The players paused, turning their attention to you. “I wanted to invite all of you to my family’s camping site this weekend! It’ll be a great way to celebrate the win and bond a little more.” You announced.

A collective murmur of curiosity rippled through the team, and you could see the surprise on their faces. Hanamichi’s eyes widened in excitement. “A genius like me deserves a break after this exceptional performance!” Hanamichi puffed out his chest, grinning widely as if the entire match had hinged on his skills alone.

Clearing your throat you deviated your gaze on the others.

"My family owns a camping site, and with the summer holidays coming up, I thought it would be, um, a good idea, you know? Like, we could all go and, uh, hang out, maybe? I mean, it’s a really nice spot—there’s a lake and everything! We could have bonfires, or maybe… I don’t know, roast marshmallows? Or, uh, play some games? If everyone’s free, of course! I just thought it’d be fun, especially after all the hard work you guys have put in… but if it’s too much, that’s okay, too! And with Anzai's agreement too-"

Suddenly, you caught yourself rambling, the words spilling out in a rush as you felt heat creeping up your cheeks. You stopped short, laughter bubbling in your throat. “Wow, I’m really going off there, huh?”

Ayako who once was speechless found herself amused by your antics and approached you. “You’re fine! It sounds like a great idea!” She nudged you gently, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Haruko chimed in with a warm smile, “Honestly, you just made it sound even more fun! Who wouldn’t want to roast marshmallows and hang out by a lake?”

You let out a relieved laugh, grateful for their encouragement. The tension eased, and you felt a little more confident about your invitation.

From the corner of your eye, you caught Ryota who was drinking water, a teasing grin on his face. “Oh, come on! Who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend with all of you?” he chimed in, his tone playful. “It’ll be a whole new adventure for the rest of the team!”

He paused, glancing at Hanamichi, who was enthusiastically pumping his fists in the air. “Except for Hanamichi, of course. He’ll be the one leading us into trouble, trying to wrestle bears or something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image. Just then, Mitsui walked over, Rukawa following closely behind, catching the tail end of the conversation. “Yeah, Ryota’s right,” Mitsui chimed in with a grin. “I can already see it: Hanamichi trying to show off, and we end up in the middle of the forest because he thought he could talk to a raccoon.”

Rukawa only nodded to the shooting guard's statement. Hanamichi pouted dramatically, crossing his arms. “You guys are just jealous of my camping skills! You’ll see, I’ll be the best camper ever!”

The room filled with laughter, the sound ringing off the walls and creating a warm, cheerful atmosphere. Your heart swelled as you looked around at your friends, their faces illuminated with excitement and joy. It was moments like these that made everything feel right.

“Oh thank you Lord! it’s settled then! A camping trip it is!” you declared, your voice ringing with determination. A broad smile spread across your face as you beamed at everyone, your spirit infectious. “And I’ll invite Anzai-sensei too! He can help keep things under control with Hanamichi around.”

The thought made everyone chuckle again, and you felt a flutter of anticipation. You continued, “And we can’t forget to invite Sakuragi’s gang! They’ll bring their own brand of chaos, but it’ll be fun!”

As you spoke, a wave of excitement swept through the group, eyes lighting up with eagerness at the prospect of the adventure. The anticipation in the air was electric, each person feeling the thrill of what was to come. You imagined the nights filled with stories around a campfire, the laughter echoing through the trees, and the bond of friendship growing stronger.

The team cheered at the idea, their voices melding together in a joyful chorus that filled the space around you. As you took in the happy faces, your heart swelled with warmth. This was the start of something special, a weekend filled with adventure, friendship, and unforgettable memories. You couldn’t wait for the camping trip to arrive, knowing it would bring you all even closer together.

-

After that day you sure couldn't handle your excitement the d-day was approaching and you wanted to make sure, everything was perfect and that everyone would feel comfortable. Armed with a notebook and a pen you dove into a planning determined to make it unforgettable, but also eager to make a balanced schedule mixing fun and relaxation.

You spent hours crafting the perfect itinerary. There would be nature hikes in the morning, where the team could explore the surrounding woods and enjoy the fresh air. You made sure to highlight the best trails and included some scenic spots for group photos. For the afternoons, you planned various activities—friendly competitions, like a three-on-three basketball game, followed by a team-building challenge that would push everyone to work together.

"Okay perfect! Now the meals .."

But you didn’t stop there. You knew that a camping trip wouldn’t be complete without some delicious meals. You mapped out the menu with care, balancing easy-to-cook meals with everyone’s preferences. For the first night, you decided on a classic campfire dinner: hot dogs and veggie skewers, followed by s'mores for dessert. The next day, you planned a hearty breakfast of pancakes and fruit, ensuring everyone had enough energy for the day ahead.

Staring at your planning you couldn't deny the proud feeling that you had at the moment, you were excited not only for the trip but also to spend time with your friends out of a formal place, away from the pressures of basketball practice and school.

The day you finally shared your meticulously organized plan with the team, their faces lit up with enthusiasm. “Wow, [Name], you really went all out!” Haruko exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “This sounds amazing!”

Kogure, always the supportive friend, nodded vigorously. “Seriously! You’ve thought of everything. It’ll be a great way to bond as a team!”

Even Akagi, the usually stoic captain, couldn’t hide a smile. “This will help us build camaraderie off the court. Good job, [Name].” His praise made your heart swell with pride.

Ryota chimed in, “You’ve really put in the effort, and I appreciate that. This is going to be epic!”

But then, your excitement was interrupted by a wave of worry. “Like this, though—no surprises if someone doesn’t feel comfortable with some activities or…” You paused, suddenly flustered. “Wait, is any of you allergic to something or—” Your rambling turned into a cascade of concerns. “I didn’t ask about food allergies! What if someone can’t eat the hot dogs? Or if we go swimming and someone has a phobia of lakes? Oh no, what if Hanamichi tries to wrestle a bear and gets hurt?”

The words tumbled out before you could stop yourself, and you could feel heat creeping up your cheeks. You stopped short, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. “Wow, I’m really going off again ..?”

At the mention of bears, Hanamichi’s eyes lit up dramatically. “Wrestle a bear?! Pfft! I could take on ten bears at once!” He puffed out his chest, striking a heroic pose as he flexed his arms. “I’ll show them who’s the real king of the jungle!”

Everyone else stared at him, trying to suppress laughter. Ryota couldn’t help but roll his eyes, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Right, because bears are totally scared of an overgrown monkey like you. Plus bears don’t live in the jungle idiot!"

Hanamichi waved his hand dismissively, undeterred.

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter at his antics, the tension easing away as you watched the absurdity unfold. Ryota chuckled softly beside you, his expression a mix of amusement and fondness.

“Hey, don’t worry, [Name]. I’m sure everyone will be fine. Just ask them, and we’ll figure it out together,” he reassured you, his warm demeanor making you feel a little better. You remained oblivious to the way his eyes softened as he watched you.

“It’ll be an adventure, and we’ll all look out for each other, right?” you said, still giggling over Hanamichi’s theatrics.

As the laughter died down, Ayako’s gaze shifted between you and Ryota. A knowing smile crept onto her lips as she watched the way Ryota’s expression softened when he looked at you. There was a spark of something special in his eyes, a warmth that hadn’t gone unnoticed by her. She nudged Kogure, who was busy trying to stifle a laugh at Hanamichi’s antics.

“Do you see that? He’s totally into her,” Ayako murmured, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.

Kogure chuckled softly, nodding. “Yeah, it’s been pretty obvious for a while now. But I think [Name]’s completely oblivious.”

Hanamichi, still hamming up his imaginary bear-wrestling scene, overheard just enough of their conversation to catch on. His ears perked up, and with a dramatic pivot, he pointed at Ryota and shouted, “Wait, what? Ryota likes [Name]?!”

The sudden outburst drew the entire group’s attention, including yours, though you didn’t quite catch what he said. Ryota’s face flushed bright red, and he turned on his heel to face Hanamichi, already regretting everything about this moment.

“Sakuragi! Shut up!” Ryota hissed, glaring at him. “You’re way too loud!”

But Hanamichi was already rolling with it, puffing out his chest as if he were some great mastermind. “I got it! I’ll help you win her over! Leave it to me—the great Hanamichi Sakuragi! This will be the greatest play of my life!” His eyes gleamed with determination as if he were planning some sort of heroic moment.

Kogure and Ayako exchanged amused glances, knowing where this was headed.

“Oh no, no, no,” Ryota groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t need your help, Sakuragi. Really, I’ve got this.”

But Hanamichi wasn’t backing down. He threw a confident arm around Ryota’s shoulder, giving him a hearty shake. “Trust me, Ryota! I’ll come up with the perfect plan! Like, you could rescue [Name] from something dangerous! Maybe a bear!”

Ayako burst out laughing at that, and Kogure covered his mouth to hide his grin. The others were already chuckling, but Hanamichi’s next comment sent everyone over the edge.

“Yeah! Ryota will save [Name] from a bear! And then, when she’s all impressed, he’ll confess his feelings!” Hanamichi was so caught up in his fantasy that he missed Ryota’s growing look of horror.

But then, Hanamichi’s face twisted as he suddenly processed his own words. “Wait... hold on!” he exclaimed, looking deeply offended as if a great injustice had been done. “Why is Ryota the one wrestling the bear?! Everyone knows I’m the strongest one here! If anyone’s gonna fight a bear, it’s gonna be me!”

He stood tall, puffing his chest out even more, as if the idea that someone else might handle the dangerous task was an insult to his abilities.

Mitsui snorted from the side, shaking his head. “Hanamichi, you do know no one’s actually fighting a bear, right?”

“Yeah,” Rukawa added coolly, barely looking up from where he was sitting. “You’d lose.”

“WHAT?!” Hanamichi whipped around to face him, fists clenched, his face turning red with fury. “I’d never lose to a bear! I’d have it pinned in seconds! Don’t you dare underestimate the great Hanamichi Sakuragi!”

The rest of the team erupted in laughter, completely caught up in Hanamichi’s wild overreaction. Even you couldn’t help but laugh, though you still weren’t sure why everyone was talking about wrestling bears all of a sudden.

Meanwhile, Ryota stood there, his face buried in his hands as he tried to recover from the whole embarrassing scene. “This is a disaster…” he muttered.

Ayako, ever the observant one, saw the way Ryota’s flustered demeanor shifted slightly whenever you laughed, his eyes lighting up at the sound. She nudged Hanamichi playfully. “Maybe you should save the bear wrestling for the professionals, Sakuragi. It sounds like Ryota has his own plan.”

Hanamichi huffed, crossing his arms in a pout. “Yeah, well, whatever. Just don’t come crying to me when Ryota messes it up!”

Ryota glared at him, then shot a quick, almost shy glance in your direction. “I won’t mess it up, you idiot…”

Completely oblivious to the undercurrent of teasing and tension, you let out another laugh. “Well, let’s just hope no one has to wrestle any bears during the camping trip, right?”

Hanamichi puffed up again. “Don’t worry! If there’s a bear, I’ll take it down in one punch!”

"Stop with that bear thing!"

The excited buzz from the team planning session lingered in the air as you gathered your things, still feeling the high energy of the conversation. Once the final details were ironed out, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride for putting it all together. But as you packed away your notes, you noticed Hanamichi hovering near the door, his arms crossed in a self-assured stance.

“I’ll walk you home, [Name],” he announced, a grin on his face as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Since when did I need you to walk me home, genius?” you teased, your tone light.

He puffed out his chest, clearly enjoying his role as the self-proclaimed protector. “Since always!"

You rolled your eyes with a smile, falling into step beside him as the two of you exited the gym. The cool evening breeze brushed against your skin, and the distant hum of the town’s nightlife filled the space between your playful banter.

As you walked, you found your mind wandering back to the camping trip, thoughts of the logistics and details creeping back in. “I just hope everything goes smoothly,” you muttered aloud, almost to yourself. “What if someone doesn’t like the activities, or—oh, no, I didn’t ask about food allergies! What if someone’s allergic to the marshmallows or the hot dogs?”

Hanamichi gave you a sidelong glance, noticing the shift in your tone from excitement to concern. He shook his head in mock frustration. “You’re overthinking it again. It’s just camping, not a battle plan. Besides, if anything goes wrong, I’ll take care of it. I am a genius, after all.”

You let out a laugh, his confidence impossible to ignore. “Yeah, because when it comes to problem-solving, I’m sure ‘Hanamichi Sakuragi: the genuis’ is exactly the kind of help we’ll need.”

Without missing a beat, Hanamichi puffed up his chest, striking a mock-heroic pose. “Of course! Nya-hahahaha!” His voice boomed with exaggerated bravado, making you giggle.

“Sure you will,” you replied with a playful eye roll, though your smile never left your face.

Despite his usual loud and overconfident manner, there was a sense of comfort that came with having Hanamichi around. He had been by your side for years, your childhood friend who always made sure to walk you home—even if he made a show of it. And while he talked big, you knew he meant it when he said he’d always look out for you.

As the two of you walked in companionable silence, the streetlights casting soft glows along the sidewalk, Hanamichi suddenly spoke up again, his tone less playful this time. “You’re always putting everyone else first, you know. Like with this camping trip—you’re making sure everything’s perfect for us. But don’t forget to take care of yourself too.”

You blinked, taken aback by his unexpected sincerity. “Since when did you get all wise on me?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, but his words had hit home.

Hanamichi shrugged, glancing away as if embarrassed by the sentiment. “I’m always wise,” he said, though the usual bravado was missing from his voice. “Just… don’t overwork yourself, alright? We’ll all have a good time no matter what.”

The warmth in your chest grew, touched by his words. “Thanks, Hanamichi. I guess I needed to hear that.”

“Of course! I’m a genius at everything, including pep talks,” he declared, back to his usual over-the-top self. “Just leave it to me. And no more worrying about it, got it?”

You couldn’t help but smile at him, grateful for the way he always seemed to know when you needed a little reassurance, even if he disguised it with humor. “Got it,” you replied softly.

As you reached your doorstep, Hanamichi stopped and gave you a small, sincere smile. “Alright, see you tomorrow! And remember—if a bear shows up, just call me. I’ll handle it.”

“Goodnight, bear wrestler,” you joked, waving him off.

With a final thumbs-up, Hanamichi turned and walked off into the night, leaving you with a lighter heart and the comforting knowledge that you weren’t alone in organizing this trip. Even if he was always a little dramatic, Hanamichi’s loyalty and friendship had always been unwavering.

-

The late afternoon sun bathed the street market in a warm, golden glow as the three of you continued your search for the last few items on your list. You were absorbed in picking out sunscreen and other camping essentials, humming quietly to yourself as you compared brands. Hanamichi and Ryota, on the other hand, had found themselves falling behind, distracted by the various street vendors and the usual chaos around them.

Hanamichi, ever the loud one, was grabbing random things from stalls and examining them with exaggerated curiosity. “What do you think of this hat?” he asked, plopping a wide-brimmed sunhat on Ryota’s head. “Too much?”

Ryota rolled his eyes, pulling the hat off. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s the look I’m going for.”

You glanced back, smiling at their antics. “Guys, focus! We still need to find a few more things for the trip.”

But even as you busied yourself with the task, Ryota’s mind was somewhere else. He kept glancing over at stalls, his eyes catching on various trinkets and gifts, trying to think of the perfect thing to get you. Something that showed how much he cared, something that was personal.

As they walked on, Hanamichi noticed Ryota’s distracted expression and smirked. “Oi, Ryo-chin, what’s with the face? You look like you’re trying to solve a mystery or something.”

Ryota blinked, snapping back to reality. “What? Oh, nothing, just… thinking.”

Hanamichi raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a knowing smile. “You’re thinking about getting something for [Name], aren’t you?”

Ryota rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, trying to play it cool. “Maybe. Just something small, you know? Something that’d mean something to her.”

Hanamichi’s smirk softened into a more serious expression as they walked. For all his bravado and loud personality, when it came to you, Hanamichi knew a lot more than he let on. After all, you were his childhood friend—someone he had known for years, someone he cared about deeply, even if he didn’t always show it.

“I get it,” Hanamichi said, glancing over at you as you sifted through a stall. “She’s always been the type to put everyone else first, y’know? When we were kids, she’d give up her snacks if someone didn’t have any, or spend hours helping with homework even when she had her own to do. She’s always thinking about others, making sure they’re okay.”

Ryota listened intently, surprised at how sincere Hanamichi sounded. “Yeah… I’ve noticed that about her.”

“And,” Hanamichi continued, his voice dropping slightly, “her faith’s a big part of that. She doesn’t talk about it all the time, but it’s there. It’s why she’s always looking out for people, why she worries about things like whether everyone’s comfortable, if we’re all taken care of. It’s just how she is.”

Ryota blinked, taking that in. “Her faith, huh?”

Hanamichi nodded. “She’s a Christian. It’s not something she pushes on people, but it’s important to her. When things got tough, like when her mom was sick a while back, her faith was what got her through it. I mean, she didn’t say it outright, but you could tell. She’d go to church, pray… It helps her stay grounded, I think.”

Ryota’s gaze flickered toward you as you chatted with a vendor, unaware of the conversation happening behind you. “I didn’t realize it was that big a part of her life.”

“Well, now you do,” Hanamichi said, his tone more serious than usual. “So, if you’re thinking of getting her something, maybe keep that in mind.”

Just then, Ryota’s eyes landed on a small stall displaying Christian jewelry—a collection of crosses, pendants, and simple charms. Something clicked in his mind as he spotted a delicate silver cross, its design simple but elegant. It was perfect.

Before Ryota could respond, though, they were interrupted by the sudden arrival of Sakuragi’s gang. Yohei, Ookusu, and Noma approached with their usual casual swagger, carrying bags of their own. Yohei raised a hand in greeting. “Hey, Hanamichi! Ryota! Looks like you’re stocking up for the trip, too.”

Ryota smiled and nodded. “Yeah, just getting some last-minute stuff.”

Yohei glanced between the two of them, then at you, still distracted with your shopping. He leaned in closer to Hanamichi, smirking. “So, what’s this about Ryota trying to impress [Name]?”

Hanamichi, of course, couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease. “Ryo-chin here is trying to find the perfect gift, something that’ll sweep [Name] off her feet. But he’s a little nervous.”

Ryota’s face flushed as he elbowed Hanamichi. “Shut up! I’m just… trying to get her something thoughtful.”

Yohei chuckled. “Sounds like someone’s got it bad.”

“Don’t worry,” Hanamichi added, “I’m sure she’ll love whatever you get her. Just don’t overthink it.”

As the group laughed and joked around, Ryota slipped away for a moment, returning to the jewelry stall. He bought the silver cross and the small leather-bound notebook, feeling a sense of satisfaction as he tucked them into his bag. They were simple gifts, but they carried meaning—something personal, something that connected to her faith, her love for others, and the way she always put everyone before herself.

When he returned to the group, you were finally finished with your shopping. You smiled at everyone, your arms full of bags. “Thanks for waiting, guys. I think we’ve got everything we need now.”

Hanamichi grinned. “You bet! And I made sure Ryo-chin didn’t buy anything too ridiculous.”

You laughed, not noticing the way Ryota’s gaze lingered on you for just a second longer. His heart raced, but he managed to keep his cool. He’d give you the gifts later, when the moment was right. For now, he joined in the banter, keeping things light and easy, but knowing deep down that the trip would be the perfect chance to show you how much he cared.

-

The day had finally arrived. Similar to the nergy that you were giving, the sun was bright and warm, casting golden hues over the camping site. As you stood in the middle of the grassy clearing, taking in the calm before the chaos. The supplies neatly organized, and everything you had spent the past few days preparing was in place—food, sunscreen, even a first-aid kit, just in case.

You took a deep breath, feeling the slight tinge of excitement and nervousness dancing in your chest. Everything was ready—the only thing missing now was the team, Sakuragi’s gang, and your friends.

And there you could hear the faint sound of voices and laughs echoing. Moments later, the familiar figures of your friends emerged from the trees, with Haruko and Hanamichi in the lead both were conversing - he looks giddy, you thought with a small smile.

Until his eyes fell on you, "Hey, [Name]!” Hanamichi’s voice boomed across the field as he waved, already hyped up. “The genius has arrived! I hope you’re ready for the best camping trip of your life!”

You couldn’t help but smile at his energy, waving back. Behind him, Yohei and the rest of his gang followed, along with Ryota, Ayako, and the rest of the Shohoku team. Everyone seemed in high spirits, their excitement contagious.

“Hello everyone!” you called out, stepping forward to greet them. “I’m so glad you all made it! You’ll see camping isn’t as boring as people make it look! My family’s camping site is the best! We have everything—a beautiful lake, hiking trails, and my dad always has the best stories to tell around the campfire!”

You felt your excitement bubbling over as you continued, “I mean, we have great food! My dad makes the best hot dogs and s'mores, and the scenery is amazing! It’s the perfect place to unwind and just enjoy nature. You’ll see—there’s no way this is going to be boring! I mean, who wouldn’t want to spend a weekend camping with the best team ever? It’s going to be epic!”

As you rambled on, you noticed the team exchanging amused glances, a few sweat drops forming as they struggled to keep straight faces. Ayako stepped forward, her smile wide and playful. “Okay, okay, we get it! Your dad is amazing, and the food will be great. Just promise us you won’t keep talking about it all weekend, alright?”

You cleared your throat before apologizing.

Hanamichi crossed his arms, feigning annoyance. “Honestly, you sound like you’re trying to sell us on this camping trip! I get it; your dad’s great, but don’t make us feel bad about our own camping skills!”

Ryota, who had been leaning against a tree, watched you with a soft smile that spoke volumes. “I could listen to you ramble about your family’s camping site all day, [Name].” His voice was sincere, his brown eyes sparkling as they met yours. “It’s really great to see how passionate you are about this.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Thanks, Ryota! I just want everyone to enjoy themselves.”

He nodded earnestly, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “It really shows how much you care about everyone having a good time.”

You tilted your head, puzzled. “Uh, thanks? But, I mean, isn’t that what friends do?”

“Of course!” he replied, but his tone was slightly more eager, causing Hanamichi to smirk and glance at him knowingly.

“Looks like someone’s a bit lovestruck,” Hanamichi teased, crossing his arms with a grin.

You were oblivious to the undercurrent of teasing. “So, are we going to set up the tents or what?” you asked, trying to steer the conversation back on track.

“Right!” Ayako chimed in, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get started! The sooner we set up, the sooner we can enjoy the rest of the day!”

As the team began to move towards the area designated for the tents, you couldn’t shake off the feeling that Ryota was acting a bit different, but you shrugged it off and focused on the excitement of the camping trip ahead.

-

As the sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the campsite, you could feel the excitement bubbling in the air. "Alright, everyone! For our first activity, we’re going to set up the tents!” you announced, your voice ringing out above the chatter of your friends. The team gathered around, their faces lighting up with anticipation. “But here’s the twist! We’re going to see who can set theirs up the fastest! The winners get first dibs on the food tonight!”

The response was immediate—a chorus of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the team, filling the clearing with a sense of camaraderie and competition. Hanamichi, ever the dramatist, puffed out his chest, eyes gleaming with determination. “I’ll show you all how it’s done! No one can beat the great Sakuragi!” He struck a pose, hands on his hips, and a wide grin plastered across his face. Laughter followed, light and infectious, as the rest of the team playfully rolled their eyes.

“Just try not to trip over the tent poles this time, okay?” you teased, recalling past camping mishaps where Hanamichi��s enthusiasm had led to comical disasters. He huffed in response, his pride wounded but only momentarily.

Your father stepped forward, arms crossed with a knowing smile, clearly enjoying the banter. “So, who’s going to lead this expedition into the wilderness?” he asked, his tone teasing as he directed his gaze at Hanamichi, who stood with exaggerated confidence.

“Me!” Hanamichi shouted, puffing out his chest further as he embraced the moment. “I’m a camping genius!”

Your father raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “A genius, huh? Last I checked, you almost set our tent on fire during that camping trip when you were younger. What was it you said? ‘I can make fire like a pro’?” His laughter was contagious, and soon the entire team joined in, memories of Hanamichi’s previous escapades bringing about a flood of fond chuckles.

Hanamichi’s cheeks flushed a bright shade of red, indignation clear in his voice. “Hey! That was one time! And I still managed to help with the marshmallows!” He crossed his arms, trying to appear tough despite the laughter directed at him.

As the team began sorting out their tent supplies, you noticed Ryota standing a little off to the side, brow furrowed in concentration as he prepared his gear. He looked so determined, and you found it kind of cute. Before you could dwell on it, your father leaned closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “You know, it’s nice to see everyone so excited, especially Ryota. He seems to be quite taken with you,” he said, glancing knowingly in Ryota’s direction.

You blinked in surprise, turning to follow your father’s gaze. Ryota was deep in conversation with Mitsui, laughter ringing out as they joked about the competition ahead. You shrugged off your father’s comment, genuinely oblivious to any underlying feelings. “What do you mean? We’re just friends!” you replied, waving your hand dismissively.

Your father chuckled softly, clearly enjoying the moment. “Sure, if you say so,” he replied, but the glint in his eye indicated that he wasn’t convinced. “Just keep an eye on him. You never know when a boy might start taking a special interest in his childhood friend.”

You shook your head, still not quite understanding. “We’re all just here to have fun camping together!” With that, you clapped your hands together, rallying the group’s focus. “Okay, everyone! Let’s get those tents set up!”

With a rallying cry, the teams scattered, each group diving into their supplies with enthusiasm. You joined your friends, the sound of laughter and chatter swirling around you like a warm blanket. Hanamichi immediately grabbed a pile of tent poles, launching himself into the project with reckless abandon, while Ryota moved methodically, glancing around to ensure everything was going smoothly.

Your father watched the scene unfold with amusement, a smile spreading across his face. “Looks like some are better at basketball than camping,” he joked, shaking his head. You could feel a wave of warmth at his support and encouragement, even amidst the light-hearted teasing.

As you positioned your tent, your eyes drifted toward Ryota. He was deep in conversation with Mitsui, animatedly discussing strategies for setting up their tent. You felt a flutter of admiration at the way he commanded the attention of his teammates, but it was a simple appreciation. The thought that he might have deeper feelings for you didn’t cross your mind.

“Alright, everyone! Time to see who can get their tent up the fastest! And remember, there are prizes at stake!” your father called out, igniting a spark of competitiveness among the group. Cheers erupted from the team, ready to tackle the challenge.

With your team in high spirits, you felt a sense of pride swell within you—not just for the tents that would stand tall by the end of the day, but for the bonds being strengthened in this beautiful outdoor setting. The laughter, the camaraderie, and the warmth of shared moments filled you with happiness.

As the tents began to take shape, you couldn’t help but smile at the chaotic yet joyful scene before you. This camping trip was going to be unforgettable, and you were determined to make the most of every moment.

The sun was shining brightly overhead, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as you stood at the center of the campsite, ready to kick off the next activity. The group had just finished setting up their tents, and the excitement in the air was palpable. You gathered everyone around, heart racing a little as you prepared to explain the rules of the scavenger hunt organized by your father.

“Okay, everyone!” you called out, waving your hands to get everyone’s attention. “We’re about to start the scavenger hunt! My dad is leading this one, and he has set up a great list of items for you to find. This will be a fun way to explore the area and work together!”

As you looked around, you spotted Kogure, Haruko, Ryota, and Yohei in your group. Their eager expressions reassured you that the day was shaping up to be a blast. “The rules are simple. Each group will have to find a series of items from the list my dad created. The first group to find everything wins!”

Just then, your father appeared, holding a clipboard and sporting a grin that radiated excitement. “Remember, teamwork is key! Make sure to stay together and watch out for one another. There’s a little prize for the winning group, so I expect you all to give it your best!”

You couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at your dad’s enthusiasm. He glanced at you and winked, and you felt warmth spreading through your chest. But then he added, teasingly, “And no slacking off, Ryota! I know how you like to zone out when [Name] is around!”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his comment, glancing quickly at Ryota, who looked a bit sheepish but was clearly amused. He caught your eye, and you both exchanged a brief, nervous smile. For a moment, the atmosphere felt charged, but you shook your head to clear your thoughts, determined to stay focused.

“Alright, let’s get started!” you said, trying to bring the energy back up. “Kogure, Haruko, you two can help keep us organized! Ready, set, go!”

With a whoop, the group burst into motion. As you led the way, you began to feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Your father’s teasing comment lingered in your mind, making you acutely aware of Ryota walking beside you. You tried to shake off the feeling, focusing instead on the scavenger hunt.

“Okay, our first items are a red leaf and a smooth stone,” you announced, glancing at your list. “Let’s head toward that cluster of trees over there!”

As you navigated through the underbrush, you could feel Ryota’s presence next to you, and it both comforted and flustered you. He seemed to be scanning the ground intently, clearly focused on finding the items. You couldn’t help but admire his determination, which only heightened the butterflies in your stomach.

“Look! There’s a red leaf!” you exclaimed, pointing toward a particularly vibrant one hanging from a low branch.

“Nice spot!” Ryota replied, smiling as you both rushed over. Just as you reached for the leaf, your fingers brushed against his, sending an unexpected jolt through you. You quickly withdrew your hand, your heart racing for reasons you couldn’t quite understand.

You focused on the scavenger hunt to distract yourself, but it wasn’t easy. As you gathered the leaf, your father’s earlier comment echoed in your mind. Ryota was genuinely trying to help, but you found yourself feeling increasingly awkward around him.

As the group continued to search for items, you caught Haruko and Kogure gathering a few items in the distance. You felt proud of your team, but your mind kept drifting back to Ryota, who was trying to help you with the scavenger hunt. He noticed your distracted behavior and gently nudged your arm.

“Hey, are you alright?” he asked, his voice low and concerned.

“Yeah, I’m fine!” you replied too quickly, forcing a bright smile. You could feel your cheeks warming, but you tried to brush it off. “Just thinking about what we need to find next.”

Ryota looked at you with a knowing expression. “You sure? You seem a little… lost in thought.”

“Oh! Um, well, it’s just that we need to find a smooth stone now, and—” Your voice trailed off as you searched for something to say to divert the conversation from your swirling thoughts.

Before you could say more, Kogure’s voice broke through the moment. “Hey! Look what we found!” He waved a bright green feather, and Haruko held up an oddly shaped rock, both of them beaming with pride.

“That’s awesome!” you cheered, momentarily forgetting your awkwardness. “We’re still on the lookout for our red leaf and smooth stone!”

“Don’t worry; we’ll catch up!” Haruko said, playfully nudging Kogure, who was puffing up with pride.

As the scavenger hunt continued, you found the smooth stone and rushed back to join your teammates. The chatter and laughter around you felt comforting, but every now and then, you caught Ryota stealing glances your way. It made you self-conscious and yet inexplicably thrilled.

Finally, when the time was called, everyone regrouped, and your father tallied up the findings. “Looks like Team [Name] is the winner!” he announced with a grin, holding up a small prize bag filled with goodies.

You cheered with your group, feeling a swell of pride. But your thoughts drifted as you looked at Ryota, who was beaming at your success. The moment felt meaningful, and you couldn’t help but wonder what his smile meant.

“Alright, let’s celebrate with some lunch!” your father said, clapping his hands together. “You’ve all earned a good meal!”

With everyone buzzing with excitement, you took a moment to reflect on the scavenger hunt. You felt grateful for the friendships you had nurtured over the years and the memories you were creating, even as the stirring feelings for Ryota lingered in the back of your mind.

-

Lunch felt like the perfect reward after the excitement of the scavenger hunt, and as everyone gathered around, the spread was unmistakably traditional. Haruko and Yohei unpacked a variety of beautifully arranged dishes: onigiri stuffed with different fillings, tamago-yaki (sweet rolled omelet), grilled fish, and fresh vegetables. There were even a few containers of miso soup kept warm in thermos flasks. The familiar aroma of soy sauce, sesame, and seaweed filled the air, blending seamlessly with the natural scent of the forest.

Everyone sat down on picnic mats, chatting about the hunt and comparing the items they'd found. The conversation was light and cheerful, but you couldn’t help but glance over at Ryota every now and then, feeling a new tension you hadn’t noticed before.

After everyone had their fill of food, your father announced, “Alright, who’s ready for some fun by the lake? We’ve got kayaks, and those of you who just want to swim or relax by the water can do that too. It’s a bit of a hike, but nothing too tough after that meal!”

The group’s excitement reignited at the mention of the lake, and you all packed up quickly. The walk to the lake was filled with more laughter and friendly chatter, the path lined with mossy stones and towering trees. Ryota stuck close to you, but this time, you found yourself less anxious about it. His presence had become both familiar and comforting, and the awkwardness from earlier seemed to fade into something more intriguing.

When you arrived at the lake, the sight took your breath away. The water was a calm, deep blue, reflecting the sky and surrounded by thick trees. A few kayaks rested on the shore, while a wooden dock jutted out into the lake, perfect for those who wanted to dive in for a swim. The air here was cooler, the breeze carrying a refreshing hint of water.

Some of your friends immediately headed toward the kayaks. Haruko and Kogure paired up, already debating who would paddle faster, while Yohei stripped off his shirt and dove into the water with a triumphant splash. The scene was peaceful but lively, and you found yourself drawn to the calmness of the lake.

Ryota wandered over to the edge of the dock, motioning for you to join him. "Want to sit for a bit before jumping in?"

You nodded, walking over and sitting beside him, your legs dangling over the edge, just above the water. The two of you watched your friends in comfortable silence for a while—Haruko and Kogure laughing as they struggled to synchronize their paddling, Yohei floating lazily on his back, and your father enjoying the sight of everyone having a good time from the shore.

Eventually, Ryota broke the silence. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he said, leaning back on his hands as he glanced your way. “Your dad mentioned your faith a couple of times. You’re a Christian, right?”

His question caught you off guard, but you nodded, curious about where this was going. “Yeah, I am. I’ve been a Christian for as long as I can remember. Why do you ask?”

Ryota hesitated for a moment, seeming to choose his words carefully. “I’ve always been kind of interested in that. It’s different from how I grew up, you know? And I guess… I’m curious about how it works. Especially when it comes to things like relationships.”

You felt a warmth spread through your chest, a mixture of surprise and nervousness. “Relationships?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly unsure of how to phrase his thoughts. “Yeah. I mean, I know in some faiths, there’s a certain way people are supposed to approach relationships, right? Like, with certain values or… expectations? I don’t know, I’m probably not explaining it well.”

You smiled, touched by his interest. “No, you’re making sense. In Christianity, there are definitely values that guide relationships. Things like love, respect, and faithfulness are really important. And, well, being honest about your intentions with someone. I think the idea is that relationships are meant to reflect how God loves us—selflessly and with a purpose.”

Ryota nodded slowly, his gaze drifting out over the water. “That sounds… really different from what I’m used to hearing. My parents never really talked about relationships in that way. They were always more focused on other things, like school or work. But I think there’s something nice about the idea of being with someone for a reason, like it’s not just random.”

Your heartbeat a little faster as you considered his words. Was he just curious, or was there something more behind his questions? You could still hear your father’s teasing voice from earlier in the day, and now, it seemed to echo more loudly in your mind.

“I think it makes relationships deeper,” you said softly. “When you believe there’s a purpose behind them, it changes how you see the person you’re with. It’s not just about how you feel in the moment; it’s about something lasting.”

Ryota glanced at you, and for a moment, you felt as though he was seeing you differently. The look in his eyes was more thoughtful, like he was really taking in what you were saying. He gave you a small, almost shy smile. “That’s… pretty cool. I didn’t know you thought about things like that.”

Your heart fluttered at the sincerity in his voice. “I think about it a lot,” you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady. “Especially when it comes to people who are important to me.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, the sound of the water lapping against the dock and the distant laughter of your friends filling the silence. You felt that same charged atmosphere from earlier, but this time, it felt less awkward and more like… potential. Something was shifting between the two of you, and you weren’t sure if you should be excited or scared.

Ryota leaned forward slightly, his voice quieter now. “So, do you think... that’s something you’d want? A relationship like that?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Was he asking about your general beliefs, or was this more personal? You weren’t sure, but as you met his gaze, you realized something had changed. Maybe your father had been right, and maybe, just maybe, Ryota was seeing you in a new light.

“Yeah,” you replied softly, feeling your pulse quicken. “I think I would.”

Just then, Hanamichi called out, breaking the moment. “Hey, you two! Are you coming in, or are you just going to sit there all day?”

Ryota chuckled, shaking his head, and you both stood up. “Let’s join them,” he suggested, his expression brightening. As you walked together to the water, you felt a new sense of connection between you, something that promised to grow deeper with time.

Once you reached the shoreline, you all split into teams for some fun activities in the water. Hanamichi and Mitsui set up a light-hearted relay race involving swimming and kayaking, while the rest of the group gathered in the shallow end to play games. As you teamed up with Ryota, you felt a giddy rush of anticipation and nerves mingling together.

Ryota grinned, and you noticed how he looked at you with a newfound spark. “Ready to get wet?” he challenged playfully, splashing water in your direction.

With laughter spilling out, you splashed him back, the both of you fully immersing yourselves in the cheerful chaos. As the laughter and shouts surrounded you, you felt lighter and freer than ever, and the connection with Ryota grew stronger.

-

As the sun began its slow descent, casting a golden glow over the lake, the group gathered on the shore, preparing for their final activity of the day. Your father had planned a simple, laid-back session—painting on small wooden plaques, each person getting the chance to reflect on the day and create something meaningful to take home. The atmosphere was calm, the earlier excitement of the scavenger hunt and lake fading into a quiet sense of contentment.

The group settled on blankets near the water, the wooden plaques and paintbrushes laid out in front of you. Haruko was already chatting with Kogure about what she wanted to paint, while Yohei, never one to miss a chance to make a joke, was talking about painting a self-portrait “so everyone can remember his greatness.” Laughter rippled through the group, but as you glanced over at Ryota, you noticed he was quieter than usual, focused on something in his hands.

After a while, everyone got lost in their own creations, and the conversations became softer, more reflective. You dipped your brush into the paint, unsure of what to create but enjoying the calmness of the moment. The day had been perfect in its own way, but there was still something lingering in the back of your mind—Ryota’s earlier questions about relationships and Christianity. The memory of his thoughtful expression stayed with you, making your heart race whenever you looked in his direction.

As you worked on your painting, Ryota stood up and wandered over to you. “Hey,” he said quietly, his voice a little nervous but gentle. “Can we talk for a minute?”

Surprised, but curious, you nodded and stood up, leaving your half-finished plaque behind. He led you a little farther down the shore, away from the rest of the group, to a quiet spot near a cluster of trees. The soft breeze from the lake carried the faint sounds of your friends’ chatter, but in this moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of you.

Ryota took a deep breath, and you could see the tension in his shoulders as he seemed to gather his thoughts. After a long pause, he pulled something from his pocket—a small cross necklace, simple but beautiful, glinting in the fading sunlight. He held it out to you, his hand steady even though you could tell he was nervous.

“I wanted to give this to you,” he said, his voice soft. “I know how much your faith means to you, and… I’ve been thinking a lot about what you said earlier. About how relationships are supposed to be about love, respect, and purpose. I don’t know if I fully understand everything yet, but I’ve been learning more—about you, your beliefs, and what really matters to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he continued, the weight of his words sinking in. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small notebook, its cover worn but neatly kept, and handed it to you. “I’ve been writing in this for a while now, just thoughts and questions about everything—about life, and faith, and you. I want to understand, and I want to do things the right way. So… I guess what I’m trying to say is…”

Ryota paused, his gaze steady but full of emotion. “I like you, [Name]. A lot. And I want to be with you, but I also want to respect what’s important to you—your faith, your values. I don’t want to rush into anything if it’s not the right way to do it. I’d rather get to know you better, in a way that honors what you believe.”

For a moment, you couldn’t find the words. The sincerity in his voice, the way he had thought about this so deeply, touched you more than you could have imagined. Your father’s earlier teasing seemed to have been more than just playful—Ryota had clearly been thinking about you in a different way for some time, and now he was standing here, offering you something real and honest.

Your heart raced, but you felt a deep sense of peace. “Ryota,” you began, your voice soft but steady. “I really appreciate this. It means a lot that you took the time to understand what’s important to me. I like you too, but I think… I’d like to take things slow. To get to know you more, the way my faith teaches me to. It’s not about rushing into a relationship—it’s about building something with intention, with respect.”

Ryota nodded, a warm, relieved smile spreading across his face. “I’m okay with that,” he said, his voice soft but certain. “I want to do this the right way, with you.”

In that moment, everything felt right. You reached out to take the cross necklace from him, your fingers brushing against his hand as you did. The simple gesture felt meaningful, like a quiet promise between the two of you. Ryota gently helped clasp it around your neck, and as his hands lingered near your shoulders, he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

The gesture was sweet, respectful, and full of unspoken emotion. It wasn’t rushed or filled with the urgency of new relationships—it was thoughtful, careful, the beginning of something deeper.

As you stood there by the lake, the warmth of the necklace resting against your chest, you felt a deep sense of gratitude. Not just for Ryota’s confession, but for his willingness to respect your values, to take the time to do things the right way. And for the first time, you felt that the possibility of something meaningful with him wasn’t just a distant hope—it was something real, something you could both build together.

You glanced up at him, a soft smile playing on your lips. “Thank you,” you whispered, the words carrying more meaning than you could express.

Ryota smiled back, and in the quiet moment that followed, everything felt perfect. The future was uncertain, but for now, you both knew that you were beginning something special—something worth waiting for.

As you shared that look of understanding, the gentle waves lapping at the shore felt like the perfect soundtrack to your budding relationship. Hanamichi and Ayako exchanged glances, clearly thrilled by what they’d witnessed. With soft whispers and playful nudges, they continued to cheer each other on, completely happy for their friends navigating the thrilling waters of newfound affection.

winnie's talk: so if it seems rushed it is bc tumblr did not saved at some point and i got fed up - anyways please reablog, comment & like !

[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 by the way 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 whoever the person will be is treating 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 embarrass 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 notice bruises and be mad at them...

[slamdunkhcs]

can you do more kiyota headcanons

He’s literally one of my favs and I’ve been meaning to do something for him

random kiyota hcs

• One thing about Kiyota; he is gonna be FUN to be around. I think regardless of if you’re a friend, his love interest, acquaintance, or even just an acquaintance, you’d get sucked in by him.

• In terms of academics.. that boy definitely got into Kainan on a sports scholarship 😂. Although I’d say he’s a better student than Sakuragi, I do not think he’s a good student.

• He’d lowkey be the type to ask to go to the bathroom during class and then wander around the halls for like 15 minutes. If he saw anyone he knew also in the halls, he’d walk around with them.

• I feel like he’s the type to have a large friendgroup? But he’d only have like 3-5 fr close friends. If you’re a close friend though, HE’D DEF VALUE IT. Yall would be hanging out 24/7, he’d be a great texter, EVERYTHING. Kiyota is the type of dude that communicates his feelings very well, so there’d be no drama or misunderstandings

• If he saw a pretty girl, I feel like he’d tell everyone BUT the girl. Like mf would be going around to Jin talking some “Bro the girl in my class is so pretty”, but if he got told to just talk to her, he’d make a ton of dumb excuses. HOWEVER he would have the courage to eventually approach her and try to impress her.

• He’d think he’s amazing with the ladies… but not really 💀. I think he is really funny but he would overdo it with a girl since he’s desperate to make her laugh. And it may end up just bothering her.

• But he’d really make an effort for any girl he liked!!! Handwritten letters, candlelit dinners that he made himself, and he’d never stop complimenting you. I feel like he’s a romantic person at heart and he’d want a hs girlfriend

• As messy and chaotic as he is, lowkey he’d be great at cooking. Although he’d leave the kitchen and sink a MESS, whatever he makes is gonna be GOOD! He’d be the type to share food he made with his friends at lunch (reluctantly)

[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: 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!)

[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

[takumifujiwaraswfe]

hihi! i hope you won't mind another request, if not, may i request for a sakuragi romantic hc next ?╰(*°▽°*)╯

SAKURAGI HANAMICHI ROMANTIC HEADCANONS

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The first time he saw you he knew. You're the one. The one that he can't be rejected by.

He's trying so much.

You're his classmate so it's not very easy to dodge his presence.

At first you found him annoying.

He was too childish, too happy, too energetic.

But he quickly became your too happy, energetic and childish boy. Exactly when you realized that he's not that childish. Just kinda stupid.

He's a sunshine for you for most of the time but...

Let's remember he's a teenage boy okay? I'll leave you with this fact. Your can Imagine the rest (I'm joking I wouldn't leave you like this)

Also you're basically Haruko for him cause she doesn't exist in Hanamichi's eyes in my AU (cause she annoys me💖) so get ready to train basketball with him (good luck, my short ass could not)

Listen, if you don't like PDA, this boy ain't for you. He'll do everything to show you off to everyone around you. He's so happy he finally got a girlfriend.

He will be picking you up sometimes to carry you around.

And he wants to be cool so he picked up having a hand in your pant's back pocket from Yohei...

He got attached to you so much. He can't live a day without you.

He calls you all the cringy pet names he knows about to make you feel loved, even though it mostly ends up awkward.

He asks you to study together so he can just spend time with you, but he ends up almost crying because he has to actually study then.

If any boy wants to talk to you, Hanamichi will look at him like he wants to kill him. He's so jealous... Not because he wants to control you, but because he's worried you'll leave him.

He will be the one to ask to meet your parents, and at first they were worried that you're with a criminal, but as they met him, they started to like him. They love his jokes.

Well maybe not your dad really cause he went to your room one day to see you both making out but that's a story for another time...

Also he finally found a thing he's actually good at?? Like who would have thought he's this good at kissing?

Well his mouth is trained from all the yapping that he does maybe that's why-

Okay I got too comfortable with spreading my thoughts here, let's just say that if you like clingy horny teenage boy this one's for you 10/10 bye-