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slamdunk-headcanons · 3 months ago
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37ºC, 2 p.m. (Imagine Mitsui Hisashi)
Hello people! How are you?
I'm so happy to bring this brand new Slam Dunk fanfiction for you guys after 8 years without writing anything besides headcanons for this fandom! And to restart, it's obvious I would choose my ultimate Slam Dunk husband, Mitsui Hisashi! I really hope you guys like it! But hold on, because there's more coming!
Posted on Spirit Fanfictions, Wattpad (all Portuguese version. Translated using AI with some personal adaptations) Word count: 1.9k Oneshot| College scenario Warnings: fem!reader, couple argue, anxiety mentioned Cover by rakolniskov
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Synopsis: Mitsui catches his girlfriend attempting to do insane tasks in extreme conditions once again. While he tries to make her aware of the risks she’s taking, a message from a freshman turns everything upside down.
“Are you mad!?”
Even with headphones on, [Name] heard it, which made her throw the plastic Becker she had in her hand up in the air. She looked startled towards the entrance of the greenhouse, finding a breathless version of her boyfriend, Mitsui Hisashi. The hair falling over his forehead and the Tokyo University jersey accused that he had just come from practice.
“Do you know how hot it is in here!?”, he continued, striding determinedly towards his girlfriend.
[Name] frowned at Mitsui and, picking up the plastic Becker she had thrown, hit him on the shoulder three times.
“You are mad! You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Me, mad?”, exclaimed Mitsui, holding her by the shoulders.”It’s 37 degrees in here!”
[Name] blinked, processing her boyfriend's words. Then she looked around and then up. The exhaust fan was running at full power, as was the humidification pad.
“But I turned on the cooling system”, she countered, thoughtfully.
Her attention seemed to finally detach from the task she was performing before Mitsui's interruption and returned to herself. Her clothes were drenched in sweat. Drops were pouring from her hairline and must have ruined the foundation she had put on that morning. The latex gloves she was wearing were covered in soil and stuck uncomfortably to her hands.
“Oh”, she unconsciously let slip.
The anger and indignation on Mitsui's face clouded over. With a long sigh, he said:
“One day, your hyperfocus is going to be the death of you. Look at you. How did you not realize it's boiling in here? Come on”. He opened one of the plastic bags hanging from his arm and took out a tangerine Gatorade, [Name]'s favorite flavor. “Drink.”
Mitsui unscrewed the cap and handed the bottle to his girlfriend, who drank it in one gulp. When the cold liquid started to flow down her throat, [Name] felt a wave of relief and freshness, making her realize how hot and thirsty she actually was.
“Ah, that’s delicious!” she said, lowering the empty bottle. “I was really thirsty.”
Mitsui stared at her, serious.
“No wonder.” His gaze wandered around the greenhouse and stopped at the huge bags full of soil that [Name] had apparently been handling. “Are you dealing with all that soil by yourself”.
“I need to fill the pots to set up the experiment for Friday”, replied [Name], already jumping to the justification.
Mitsui widened his eyes at her, indignant.
“What did I tell you the last time I caught you autoclaving those 110 pounds of soil by yourself?”
[Name] whimpered, stomping her field boots on the cracked concrete.
“Hisashi, I can't keep depending on you to do the heavy lifting for the experiments. It's a lot of work! Besides studying and attending classes, you also have to practice for the games.”
“And don't you have to do the same!?”, he exclaimed, throwing his arms out and slapping his thighs impatiently. “That's why you've been so exhausted! Look at the crazy things you've been doing, [Name]. You spent two weeks lifting those heavy soil cans by yourself until I found out! And that was right before the summer nationals qualifiers.”
“But-”
“And you don't tell me anything! You didn't mention the technicians' strike, you didn't say you were doing everything alone! I can help you, you know that!”
“Hisashi, I-”
At that moment, they heard three knocks against the wall of the greenhouse, sounding close to the door. They turned and saw a figure crouched behind the worn translucent plastic sheeting.
“Come in”, said [Name].
She immediately recognized the newcomer as soon as she tilted her head to make her face visible in the doorway.
“Ah, Etsuko-chan!”She was one of [Name]'s freshmen. “What is it?”
“Masako-sensei said tomorrow's game has had a time change. It'll be at 2 o’clock. Since you said you weren't going to practice today, she asked me to come and tell you.”
[Name] felt her boyfriend's silhouette stiffen beside her, and she was sure she was definitely in trouble.
“A-ah! Thank you, Etsuko-chan! See you tomorrow!”
She waved nervously at the freshman, who sensed the growing tension between the two and left as quickly as she could without appearing to flee.
There was a moment of dense silence in the greenhouse before Mitsui's voice thundered against the sheeting:
“You have a game tomorrow!?”
“I, look Hisashi, I can…”
All attempts to explain herself vanished from [Name]'s mind the moment her eyes met Mitsui's.
For there was a pain there that she did not expect to find.
[Name] fell silent, waiting expectantly for the next reaction. However, Mitsui's stormy stance dissolved like a cloud suddenly blown away by a strong gust of wind. His broad shoulders fell, and deep sadness creased his face.
“You…”, he started again in a sullen tone. “You don't ask for help when you need to do something here in the greenhouses. And now you don't even tell me the dates of your games... [Name], is something going on between…”
She understood what he meant before the sentence was finished. Instinctively, she moved towards her boyfriend in one swift motion and held his face with both hands. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and her heart was pounding.
“No! It's not what you're thinking, Hisashi!”, she exclaimed, clearly shaken. Just the mere idea made her heart race with nervousness. “There's nothing wrong between us, I... it's just…”
Finally, the tears came.
Tears of exhaustion.
[Name] covered her face with her hands, crouched down, and broke into sobs.
“I swear I'm trying!”, she cried between sobs. “But it's so much... So much... But I can't…”
Alarmed, Mitsui knelt beside her and wrapped her in an awkward hug. Seconds later, he gave up on the position, sat on the ground, and pulled her onto his lap. [Name] cried for nearly ten uninterrupted minutes, clinging to Mitsui's jersey. Finally, the sobs grew less frequent until they ceased.
“You've always been like this since junior high. Too quiet. Too stubborn. Why do you still insist on doing things alone?”
[Name] sniffled and, after a few moments of silence, responded:
“I don't like bothering others with my problems.”
“Oh, so I'm ‘others’?”
“It's not that!”, protested [Name], giving Mitsui a light punch in the abdomen, which made him stifle a groan. “Sorry. It's just that I don't... want to be a burden.”
“Hey!”,  Mitsui held [Name]'s chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting it so he could look her deeply in the eyes. “Your problems, my problems. Isn't it you who keeps quoting that verse up and down every time I refuse your help to study, "and they shall become one flesh"?
[Name] felt her face flush at the quote, and her heart seemed to skip a beat. Why did he always remember every detail of what she said?
In her embarrassed silence, Mitsui reinforced:
“You will never, ever be a burden to me. So please, let me help you. That way, you won't be so tired.”
He hugged her tightly against his chest, and she nestled against his jersey. After almost a minute of silence, [Name] said:
“I feel like my brain is unlearning how to think. There's so much information to manage, so many important decisions to make... Alone. My advisor is very busy. My co-advisor helps a lot, but he has his own students to supervise. I've never put together an entire research project by myself, let alone execute one. It's difficult... I'm afraid I won't be able to finish on time. And then there's the team... Even though I'm not in the sports-related courses, Masako-sensei counts on me a lot as a player. And I feel the pressure, you know? I wonder if the other players are jealous... There are girls in physical education who sit on the bench! And then there's the worries at home...
She let out a long sigh and buried her face in Mitsui's jersey.
“I'm sorry for forgetting to tell you about the game. I can't take so many memory lapses anymore... I'm so tired…”
Mitsui kissed the top of [Name]'s head and adjusted her on his lap so he could lift her in his arms as he stood up.
“So, today, you're going to rest. No more messing up with this soil. After the game, you can finish this. I'll come to help you.”
[Name] let out a long sigh, resigned.
“Okay. Let me just get the tools to return them to the mechanization area.”
She swung her legs, signaling she wanted to get down. Mitsui set her on her feet with another kiss, this time on the side of her head.
“Get everything and give it to me. I'll-”
Mitsui couldn't finish his sentence because, at that moment, all the roof sprinklers turned on simultaneously. Within seconds, a thick cloud of water droplets filled every inch of the stuffy greenhouse air. [Name] had stopped mid-stride and turned. Now, she was staring at Mitsui with wide eyes. Slowly, her hands rose to cover a smile that insisted on curving her lips.
“It's…”, she ducked quickly, as if dodging a ball that had just passed close to her head. “It's 2 o’clock.”
“What?”, Mitsui replied, confused. “2 o’clock... But isn’t the game tomorrow?”
[Name] stifled a giggle.
“No! It's just that I had done a programming test earlier with the micro-sprinklers for 2 p.m.... And I forgot to turn off the automatic setting!”
The two exchanged astonished looks and suddenly burst into laughter. [Name] hugged her belly, doubling over with laughter. The water ran cold over her body, bringing a strange sense of relief. The temperature inside the greenhouse dropped generously, making the air feel lighter.
Feeling a pleasant warmth in his chest, Mitsui watched [Name] laugh for a few moments, then finally walked over to her. Water dripped from her hair and ran down her makeup-smeared face to the curve of her smile, which redirected the droplets.
It was the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, and he would do anything to protect it.
Gently, Mitsui held [Name]'s face with both hands and gazed deeply into her eyes.
“I know I may not be as smart as you, but I want to help you in any way I can.”
[Name] gave a small laugh and a light slap on Mitsui's chest.
“Don't say that. You are smart. And you've always helped me, much more than you ever thought you could.”
Mitsui smiled and, without another word, touched [Name]'s smiling lips with his own.
She stifled a smile as she thought about how her boyfriend had an incredible ability to say so much even when he said little. Mitsui tended to be direct when he spoke, but he left many subtleties unsaid in each touch. And [Name] felt and understood each one of them, hidden in that kiss.
The four fingers gently encircling the side of her neck said, "I know you're feeling weak. I'll support you." The thumbs on her cheeks that made light caresses on her skin said, "I'll take care of you." The distance he kept between his chest and hers said, "You don't fully belong to me yet, and I recognize and respect that." The slight tremor in his lips said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you," but the continuous, gentle, and affectionate touch said, "I love you."
A few tears welled up in [Name]'s eyes, camouflaged by the droplets from the micro-sprinklers. Gently, she raised her hands and placed them tenderly on Mitsui's jaw. She made a slight movement with her lips, intensifying the touch for a moment, then pressing them against his.
Looking deeply into his eyes, she said with a smile:
“I love you, Hisashi. Thank you…”
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ritzy-reminiscence · 1 year ago
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─🏀─ Slam Dunk : Pillow Wars
⸝⸝ tl;dr : how the shohoku starting five + kogure would act in a pillow fight ! features sakuragi, miyagi, rukawa, mitsui, kogure, and akagi !
⸝⸝ note : idea taken from this tumblr post by silentshayshores-2 ; it's prompt #9, "how would they hold up in a pillow war?" (also, a big thank you to thesaurus.com for showing me many ways to say "whack" :pray:)
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Hanamichi Sakuragi 🌸
He'd be the most likely to start one, but is the least likely to actually win one. That's all you need to know.
I can imagine the Shohoku basketball team sitting down to watch a movie at someone's house and Sakuragi just .. throwing a pillow at someone out of nowhere.
(Someone being a certain ace player named Kaede Rukawa-)
He'd start the messiest and most chaotic pillow fight of the century and yet he's the one who gets whacked the most. (╥﹏╥)
He'd also get sick of getting whacked after awhile and will absolutely headbutt anyone who tries to do so again -
^^ It failed and he still gets walloped over the head anyways -
If Haruko were to be present, Sakuragi would fight tooth and nail to ensure that she doesn't get hit by anyone ... not that anyone would want to hit Haruko anyways .. (insert Akagi side-eyeing anyone who even dares to do so)
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Ryota Miyagi ⚡
He'd side first with Sakuragi and would join in just for shits and giggles, but after a while he'd turn on Sakuragi and just go crazy with it.
Eventually he'd start to go after everyone and anyone. Except maybe Haruko because y'know. Akagi's scary when he's pissed.
Same as with Sakuragi, if Ayako were to be there he'd try to protect her from getting clobbered, but if anything Ayako would be the one clobbering him --
Somehow it's pretty hard to get a hit on him because he's running and jumping from place to place like lightning (winkwink)
And honestly, Ryota wouldn't let anyone hit him except for Ayako LMAO
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Kaede Rukawa 💤
He'd be sleeping when the Great Pillow War commenced, but after being waken up with a couple of whacks by a certain hot-tempered redhead delinquent .. oh boy.
Rukawa is sitting straight up, glaring daggers at Sakuragi and clenching the pillow as hard as he can.
Tunnel vision on Sakuragi. Rukawa's seeing red and he's making a beeline for the so-called genius and no one is stopping him .
I imagine that someone else would be smacking him with a pillow and he just waves them away like a fly and just keeps on attacking Sakuragi (╥﹏╥)
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Hisashi Mitsui 🦷
He'd get really pissy at first but when he decides to retaliate, he does it hard .
Like, I'm talking "cackling as he repeatedly smashes his pillow onto Kogure's head" type of hard. Either that or he turns on all the other members and just starts attacking everyone within a ten-mile radius.
Did he win ?? He did B)) (he didn't win ; he's only telling that to himself to make him feel better)
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Kiminobu Kogure 👓
Being the mediator of the team, he'd step in and try to break everyone apart before injuries start happening ,,
,, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't join in the fun just to get back at Mitsui >:))
Eventually he's just lost in the chaos and he's laughing and smiling and having fun and he loves it .
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Takenori Akagi 🦍
The one who actually stops the fight . Well, for like a split-second, anyways.
Then Sakuragi's stray pillow hits him full in the face and the next thing everyone knows the Great Pillow War has recommenced with the ferocity and the chaos magnified tenfold !!
Also the one that won the War. Bow before the great Gorilla King.
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eyes-in-the-darkness · 3 years ago
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Takenori Akagi: Believer - Imagine Dragons
Hanamichi Sakuragi: Don't stop me now - Queen
Kaede Rukawa: Arsonist Lullaby - Hozier
Hisashi Mitsui: Ride - Lana Del Rey
Kiminobu Kogure: Heroes - David Bowie
Ryota Miyagi: How soon is now - The Smiths
Ayako: Venus fly trap - Marina
Yohei Mito: Youth - Daughter
Haruko Akagi: Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish
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yarnshoes · 3 years ago
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For the send me character thing!!! Mitsui Hisashi ! Tbh till this day I still don't understand why he went through the "gangster" phase.i understand why he stopped playing basketball because of the all or nothing mentality but why did he hold so much grudge towards the basketball team that's so weird to me 🥴
(two parts for this ask: for the ask game, and for tht last part in the read more.)
First impression
ANNOYING BITCHASS WHO CUD ONLY USE OTHER PPL TO SHIELD HIMSELF. Like i haaaaated this guy sm when he first appeared.
Impression now
Subjectively one of the bestever character growth in the entire series. I love how over time, his maturity shows up every now n then. Even tho hes still an idoit (honorific). Very oniichan material.
Favorite moment
Iconic: that one scene w anzai sensei u know which one. Also the entire sannoh match. And in one of the fillers where he got cornered by his past gang but refused to fight *chef kiss*
Comedic: praying at anzai senseis photo😭😭
Idea for a story
After high school, i wonder how he ended up. I want to see it.
Unpopular opinion
Ig this is also a headcanon, but whatever. I just cant see him being interested in women.
Favorite relationship
AKAGI!!!! Theyre not BEST FRIENDS, but the 'we understand and respect each other even tho we wouldnt admit it' dynamic is so good.
Favorite headcanon
He has a lil brother......... Me.
Also to answer that last part, i can only tell u my point of view coz obviously only sensei knows the true answer to that. Its vwry long ur welcome <3
Idk if uve ever experienced it, but lost passion sucks. Especially if it used to b like ur entire life. Technically theres nothing stopping u, but the drive is just.... Not there. Then again im just speculating. Maybe he thought 'well whats the point anymore', the all or nothing mentality u mentioned. But 'losing' something that was once such a BIG part of ur life might left this .. void that he desperately tried to fill up w whatever the hell.
Idk how he ended up w those kinds of ppl in the first place (none of them r from shohoku right??), but mixing in w 'dangerous' ppl is common when one attempts their self-discovery, i went thru that too in college. That, or mitsui was very very desperate to distract himself. We know he hasnt moved on yet, based on the scene where he was watching ppl playing basketball on the beach.
The grudge in this case, i cud see it being attributed to jealousy and spite. I dont know the exact basis for sure, but imagine this. U lost passion for something, u stopped doing it and perhaps deliberately destroyed urself in attempt to find something else. And one day, u see these..... Scoundrels who are passionate (and perhaps GOOD) at ur past interest show up. I guess the reaction to that depends on each person, but its not hard to imagine something in him snaps at that moment.
This has been an excerpt from my 3938 page mitsui essay, tysm for the ask!!
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mags-duranb · 7 years ago
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Ramdom List! - Favorite characters <3
Tagged by @sassyhazelowl  (after maybe 2 years I am coming back to this, hahaha! i am pathetic x_D)
The Rules:
1. Go to this website. WWW.RANDOM.ORG/LISTS/ 2. Pick 15 characters from any fandom or whatever you’re into. 3. Tag five or more people. 4. Have fun!
1. Mom/Dad: Kazuma from Noragami. Babysits shinkis, gods and even other gods’ shinkis, qualified for the job! (although he is losing his shit lately :/  and hiatus is not helping, being Kazuma is suffering) 
2. Your sibling: Ishida Uryuu from Bleach. I would spoil him rotten, he deserves all the love and a better mangaka :__D  *me salty*
3. Your Grandma/Grandpa: All Might!! from Boku No Hero <3 No need to say more!
4. Haunts you: Ikari Shinji from Evangelion, in some ways this kid does. That’s why I like him so much and Gendo deserves a well placed punch in the fucking face.
5. Your boyfriend/girlfriend: Pariya from Otoyomegatari. Hahaha! sorry guys, she is already engaged and I am loving her cute akward antics, she is vetoing her brain, LOL
6. Your ex: Jellal Fernandes from Fairy Tail... ashjahsgakjha! hahahahaha! xDDD Of course he will be! don’t want to be killed by Erza! LOL 
7. Your best friend: Piccolo from DragonBall. It could be the sassy type of friend but I fear he would try to throw me at a mountain... i am just a feeble human!!
8. Proposed to you: Himura Kenshin from Ruroken. Hahaha, Kaoru gonna kill me too xD
9. Your boss: Kotetsu T. Kaburagi from Tiger and Bunny. This is a damn incoming headache and a lot of tears begging to happen. I can imagine the calls, I would be so done at the end of the day xD but I will forgive him nonetheles, that man is adorable <3
10. The random person you met at the bar: Guts from Berserk... Oooh shit... I am dead meat :_D
11. Your Rival: Ginko from Mushishi. unless I am a problematic mushi...or someone giving trouble I doubt to be of interest to him.
12. Gave you your first kiss: Hinata Hyuuga... Naruto would appreciate the girl on girl action.
13. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Hachi aka Nana Komatsu from Nana.... this promises sillyness and high possibilities for Nana punk joining us, more drunk than us, LOL 
14. Played 7 minutes in heaven with: Hisashi Mitsui from Slam Dunk... unless there is a basketball ball, I doubt anything would happend :P
15. Gave you your favorite dessert:  Tadokoro Megumi from Shokugeki no Soma... HELL YEAH!! I could not ask for anyone better than her :DDDD
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sammie-sketches · 3 years ago
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OMGGGG I CANNOT EXPLAIN THE AMOUNT OF EXCITEMENT I FELT WHILE READING THIS I WAS SQUEALING LIKE A LITTLE GIRL 😭😭💕💖💝💝 YOU WROTE OUT OUR RELATIONSHIP DYNAMIC PERFECTLY THIS IS TOO FRICKIN CUTE 🥺💕💕💖💖
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WRITING THIS ADORABLE LITTLE MATCH UP FOR ME I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH AND READING THIS JUST MADE MY MORNING OMG 🥺❤️❤️💘💘
Before I begin with my request I just wanna say that your writing is amazing and I cannot wait to see you create more content for your blog! 🥺💖💕💕
Okay I’m not quite familiar with match-ups because I’ve never really requested one before but out of all the players on Shohoku, would you match me up with Mitsui, Miyagi, or Akagi? 👀
(I will promise myself not to cry if it isn’t Mitsui 🥲)
Hiii♡♡ thank you so much 😭😭
I match you up with...
Rukawa... no, sorry
This time for real
Hisashi Mitsui (can we share?)
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Your are being late for something? Don't get anxious, if he has to carry you on his back he will do it.
Cuddles, a lot.
Can you draw a dinosaur playing basketball? Please
The type of man that get jealous of otome games. Also of anime crushes
After you draw him ONE TIME his ego was on the roof.
blackmail him with photos when he had long hair and missing teeth
Weird aesthetic couple
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But it's an Anzai's picture
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slamdunk-headcanons · 5 months ago
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Fights, haircut and basketball - Imagine Mitsui Hisashi
Hello guys! So I decided to bring my SD imagines to this blog. They were originally written in Portuguese, and I used AI to do the most part of translation and revised it after to do some corrections and adaptations. So this is the very first one I wrote for SD, in 2016, for my favorite character, Mitsui Hisashi. My writing style is in third person, not second person. I hope you all like it!
Posted on Spirit Fanfictions, Wattpad and Nyah!Fanfiction (all Portuguese version) Word count: 3.6k Warnings: fem!reader, mention of gang fights, a bit of cursing, angst Cover by @ezrealsicons
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Synopsis: Mitsui and [Name] were unseparable friends. But when their feelings became something more than just friendship, everthing caved in. With the Mitsui's injurey and his subsequent withdrawal from basketball, his personality began to be dominated by resentment and anger. The boy started to despise everything related to the sport, including [Name]. However, two years later, a fight and and old dream would finally make him remember how important she was for him.
“You did what!?"
[Name] looked at Mitsui with wide, horrified eyes. The boy had shown up at her mother's beauty salon that late afternoon without warning, his face covered in bruises and dried blood. The girl had quickly pulled him to the back of the establishment so he wouldn't draw attention in case a client arrive. The last thing she wanted was for Mitsui's problems to spill over into her mother's business. Now they were talking in the break room, which was fortunately empty.
The boy still had the same intimidating appearance that [Name] had seen the last time they met. The face that had once been marked by the features of adolescence was now almost entirely covered by his blackish-blue hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. His navy-blue eyes, once so bright and full of energy, were now dark and heavy. And to top it off, [Name] couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen Mitsui smile.
Faced with his friend's accusatory question, the senior kept his head down and his hands buried in his pockets. The shame he had felt earlier, in front of the man who had given him the determination to win the regional championship, now seemed to weigh ten tons on his broad shoulders. He could endure the accusing looks from everyone, even from Kogure and Akagi, but from [Name]...
"Hey! Answer me, Hisashi!"
He hunched his shoulders even more. It was hard enough to confess what he had done, let alone repeat it. Besides, didn’t [Name] already have enough reasons to despise him?
"I decided to get revenge on Miyagi... I wanted to do it by disqualifying Shohoku from the Nationals through a fight. If the rumor that the players were involved in a gang fight at their own school spread, they would surely be banned from the championship. So I gathered the judo team members and asked for help from a friend of mine, Tetsu-"
Mitsui didn’t get a chance to finish. A sharp, resounding slap stung his already bruised face, causing him to stagger back two steps. His hands instinctively covered the spot where he had been hit, and his navy-blue eyes rose in shock to meet the girl in front of him.
"Are you serious!?" she shouted angrily. "Didn’t I tell you to never speak to me again? And you, not only you disrespect that, but you also come and tell me something like this!?"
The high schooler lowered his gaze again and returned to his previous dejected posture.
[Name] had been his friend for years, and they had met because of basketball. She always played on the neighborhood’s public court, and it was there that he saw her for the first time. He clearly remembered being captivated by how she smiled while playing, and that made him interested in the game. He really wanted to experience the joy that made that girl seem so happy.
Mitsui then asked [Name] to introduce him to basketball. Reluctantly at first, the girl agreed to be his tutor. She taught him everything she could, from basic movements to the tricks of faking and three-point shots, which were her pride and joy. It was on that quaint basketball court that their friendship flourished.
Over the years, Mitsui and [Name] became inseparable, and their friendship began to take on new dimensions. However, neither of them had the courage to make a move, as neither was sure of their own feelings.
And that’s when everything caved in.
After Mitsui’s accident and his subsequent withdrawal from basketball, his personality started to be consumed by resentment and anger. The boy began to despise everything related to the sport, including [Name].
One day, the girl invited him to watch a street basketball game that was going to take place on the same court where they had first met. With disdain, he laughed in [Name]’s face and said he had better things to do.
"I'm not going to waste any more time with stupid things like basketball," he said with a mocking smile.
The girl looked at him in horror, unable to believe that those words had come out of Mitsui's mouth.
“What!?” she shouted, shocked.
“That’s exactly what you heard,” he spat. “I’m not wasting another second on basketball.”
And without giving [Name] a chance to ask any more questions, he spun on his heels and walked away.
After this episode, the high schooler began getting more involved with gangs and street fights, and the chasm that had formed between him and [Name] grew ever wider. Finally, one incident in particular completely ruined their friendship.
Angry after the beating they took from Mitsui’s gang, some troublemakers from Kainan High investigated Mitsui’s connections and discovered [Name]. After obtaining her address, they observed her routine for a few days. After a week, they ambushed her as she was heading home in the late afternoon. Meanwhile, one of them was tasked with delivering the message to Mitsui.
As soon as he found out, the boy was overcomed with an intense feeling of guilt and rage. He never imagined he would end up involving his friend in his fights, let alone as a hostage. Blinded by anger, he ran without hesitation to the agreed location, making a decision along the way: he would distance himself from gangs once and for all so that she would never be at risk because of him again.
When he finally reached them, he realized the true extent of the trap he had fallen into. [Name] was at the back of the alley, held by two burly high schoolers with contemptuous expressions. As soon as they spotted Mitsui, the other gang members blocked both exits of the alley, giving the boy no chance to escape.
“I knew he would come,” their leader sneered. “Let the girl go. We’ve got what we wanted.”
A momentary sense of relief washed over the student, and he searched for [Name] with his eyes. The girl was rubbing her forearms, marked by the strong grip of the thugs, and as soon as she processed that she was free, she looked for Mitsui among the figures present. When her eyes locked on his face, distorted by a mask of conflicting emotions, she marched toward him with determined steps, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
How? How had it come to this? How had he let something like this happen? And to her, of all people!?
Everyone turned to look at the slender back of the girl, who was walking forward with clenched fists. As soon as her childhood friend's face was within reach, she raised her right fist and delivered a solid punch to his left cheek.
"Bastard!" she shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How did you get to this point? When did you stoop so low as to drag me into these stupid fights!?"
Mitsui kept his face turned away, his dark blue eyes vacant and empty from the shock.
"Never again..." she said through gritted teeth. "Never speak to me again."
Those words from [Name] hurt more than any punch or kick he'd ever taken in a fight. They hurt more than his knee injury. They hurt more than giving up basketball.
Even when he had given up on everything, she hadn’t. She believed that one day, the bitterness from what had happened in his first year would fade, and Mitsui's passion for basketball would resurface. And even as he sank deeper and deeper, she tried to support him, tending to his wounds so that he wouldn’t have to hear so much from his parents.
And he had simply dismissed all of it.
That day, the beating he took after being insulted and humiliated by the Kainan thugs didn’t compare to the pain of losing [Name] completely. He had deluded himself into thinking she would stand by him despite the stupid mistakes he’d been making. What else would he lose?
Since then, [Name] had never spoken to him again, and Mitsui had no choice but to respect her decision. In her absence, he continued to get involved in more and more trouble and fights, and the little hope hidden in his heart of returning to basketball disappeared completely.
However, the incident in Shohoku’s gym that day awakened old memories of basketball for Mitsui. The feeling of sinking the ball with a simple flick of the wrist, the euphoria filling his chest as he drove past opponents toward the basket... Remembering all of this, Hisashi Mitsui finally realized just how much he missed basketball and, most of all, how much he missed the person who had brought that wonderful sport into his life.
God! How he wanted to play basketball again! How he wanted to play with [Name] and see her smile in that unique and captivating way...
It was because of all this that he swallowed his pride and ran to see the girl he had dismissed out of pure arrogance and selfishness. He had to make things right. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t try.
Mitsui lifted his melancholic dark eyes to [Name] and took a deep breath.
"I know what I did was unforgivable. I really was a selfish idiot, only thinking about my whim of becoming Shohoku’s ace... and it ruined everything." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then reopened them, this time with a determined look. "But I need to tell you something."
The girl straightened where she stood and crossed her arms. Her eyes shifted to the floor, filled with pain and anger. She wanted so badly to believe Mitsui’s words. She wanted so badly for him to have truly recognized his mistakes and turned things around... But what he had done wasn't that simple.
With a furrowed brow, she bit her lip and lowered her head.
"I'm going back to playing basketball," Mitsui blurted out, as if the words were forcing their way out of his mouth. "I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t want to."
[Name]'s eyes widened, and she immediately locked them onto her friend’s face.
"I know it might be a little late since I’m in my third year. But I still want to make the most of the time I have left in high school. I’m going to...
The sentence weighed heavily on his tongue, and he had to press his lips together to prevent the words from spilling out awkwardly. He wanted to show [Name] that this was once again his dream.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, then opened them to look at his friend with a crease of determination on his forehead.
"I'm going to help Shohoku conquer Japan."
[Name]’s lips parted in a small “o,” but not in horror or anger, but rather in surprise. Before her eyes, she finally recognized the determined expression of the Mitsui she had known on the court in their old neighborhood. The boy she had taught to play basketball, who had become much more than just a good friend, was once again standing in front of her.
"Hisashi..." she murmured, her eyes widening further.
Mitsui straightened his shoulders, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He raised a hand to his neck and scratched it, looking down at the floor as shyness took over his gaze.
"So... [Name]-chan... I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to say or do all those stupid things to you. I know it’s not something that can be fixed with just an apology... But today, I really need you."
As soon as the last sentence left Mitsui’s lips, both felt a rush of heat rising to their faces. [Name] averted her eyes to the floor and began rubbing her fingers together with her thumb. The teenager scratched his neck even more quickly and continued:
"It’s-it’s just..." He blinked and, with great effort, looked back at the girl standing in front of him. "Since you helped me take the first step in basketball, I want you to do it again. I want you to help me take the first step back into basketball."
[Name] shifted her weight to her left leg and looked at her friend with a mix of insecurity and suppressed hope. She wanted so much to say yes. She had dreamed so many times of this moment—the moment when Mitsui would tell her that he was going back to basketball, returning to being the boy who had won her admiration in such a simple, genuine way...
But [Name] was fully aware that Mitsui's mistake was almost unforgivable, and she wasn’t going to let him think it would be easy to make everything right.
"I'm not going to play basketball with you, Hisashi," she said in the sternest voice she could muster.
The high schooler flinched as if he'd been punched in the gut. My God! How those words hurt. [Name]’s disdain was worse than any beating he had ever taken. But he deserved it; after all, he had also treated her with disdain... and in the worst possible way.
"I know," he said sadly. "But I need something only you can do."
[Name] furrowed her brows and waited. Mitsui raised his left hand until his fingers reached a lock of his dark hair.
"Could you... cut my hair?" He paused, trying not to stumble over his words, and laughed nervously. "Don’t worry. I’ll pay."
[Name]’s eyes widened so much that Mitsui thought they might pop out of their sockets.
Since girls tended to do this more often, she knew the significance of a haircut at a moment like this. Mitsui really wanted to change and wanted to leave a physical reminder of his new goal: to conquer Japan wearing Shohoku’s jersey.
After a few seconds, [Name] lowered her head and, turning on her heels, said, "Come here."
Surprised that he hadn’t received a harsh response from the girl, Mitsui promptly followed her with an astonished expression. She led him to the bathroom used by the staff and opened a cabinet containing a stack of white, fluffy towels. Grabbing one, she pushed it against the broad chest of the teenager and said, "Wipe off that blood so you don’t scare the other customers. When you’re done, go to the salon. I’ll be waiting there."
Mitsui nodded promptly and quickly cleaned himself up. When his face finally lost the most alarming signs of the fight, he folded the towel, leaving it in a corner, and headed to where [Name] was waiting. The girl was already dressed in a smock, with a cape draped over the same arm holding a pair of scissors.
"Have a seat," she said, her face wearing an indecipherable neutral expression.
Mitsui obeyed and sat down. [Name] adjusted the chair’s height and looked into the mirror to meet the boy’s blue eyes reflected there.
"So, what will it be?" she asked, running her fingers through the teenager's overgrown hair. Her touch sent involuntary shivers down Mitsui’s spine, and a slight blush spread across his cheeks.
"Ahm..." he muttered, glancing at the countertop cluttered with beauty tools. "You can cut it all off."
"All of it!?" she replied, her expression once again showing shock.
"Yeah. I mean, really short. It’s more comfortable for playing..."
The girl ran her fingers through Mitsui’s hair once more, taking a few measurements, and nodded.
"I’ll cut it little by little, and you can tell me if it’s okay, alright?"
"Uh-huh," he murmured, trying to stay still as he heard the first snips of the scissors cutting through his hair.
[Name] worked in silence, avoiding Mitsui’s deep blue eyes whenever she checked the cut in the mirror. However, it was impossible for her not to notice his features as the long hair stopped covering his face. Now that the black curtain had disappeared, [Name] could finally see the changes puberty had brought to her friend’s face. His jawline had become well-defined, but in a gentle way. Dark circles under his eyes marked the edges of his cheeks, which were covered in bruises and scratches, yet this detail still gave him a certain maturity. His straight nose had the same effect. His thick, black eyebrows perfectly crowned his pair of navy blue eyes, which had always captivated [Name] in a way she would never admit. Now they were much more visible, and this pleased her deeply.
In the end, Mitsui’s new haircut suited him very well, giving his face a more playful and determined look.
Yes... This was the Mitsui she had known.
"So?" she asked after making the final touch on the left side. "What do you think?"
He turned his head from side to side to see the new hairstyle from different angles and then smiled, satisfied. [Name] went to the counter and grabbed a square mirror so Mitsui could check the back of his hair too.
"Oh!" he said, smiling even more. "It really looks good! Thank you so much, [Name]-chan!"
While the teenager admired his friend’s work, [Name] couldn’t help but notice his features again. Mitsui had turned out much more handsome than she had anticipated.
Realizing this, her cheeks involuntarily heated up, and she lowered her face, afraid he would see her embarrassed expression.
"You’re welcome," she murmured, moving to the counter to put away the mirror and the brush she had used to remove the excess hair.
As soon as she removed the cape that had covered him, he stood up and quickly reached into his pocket, pulling out some green bills.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked, checking the amount he had.
[Name] had her back to him, organizing the counter and sweeping some leftover hair onto the floor. She bit her lip at Mitsui’s question, and the phrase he had said earlier echoed in her mind:
"I know. But I need something only you can do."
"Could you... cut my hair?"
Now that she could finally see Mitsui's eyes without his long black hair in the way, she was certain that he wasn’t just talking for the sake of it. She recognized his stubborn determination in the navy blue of his eyes. The haircut was his way of telling himself that he wanted to, and would, become who he once was. If she charged him for it, Mitsui's request would lose all its meaning.
"Nothing," she said, reaching out for the broom that was leaning nearby. "It's on me."
"But...!" he blinked, stunned as he stared at the back of her head. "I said I’d pay!"
"Shut up and accept it, idiot," she replied, too afraid to turn around and meet his eyes.
A whirlwind of emotions tore through her chest. Her head was spinning with confusion. She wanted so badly to celebrate this, to support him at his games, and to train with him... But at the same time, she couldn’t forget what he had done. And that stopped her from showing what she truly felt.
The teenager remained silent for a few moments before saying, "[Name]-chan... Please, let me pay for the haircut. I'll feel really bad i—"
"I already told you it’s on me!" she exclaimed too loudly as she turned her body and began sweeping with her eyes fixed on the floor. She walked past Mitsui and bumped into his shoulder hard. "I’m done here. You can go."
Mitsui didn’t move. His eyes went blank, staring into nothing as he digested [Name]'s harsh words. He had known from the start that he wouldn’t win her trust right away, but that didn’t lessen the weight of being treated like this by her.
However, even though she was clearly resentful, [Name] had granted his request. And if she didn’t charge for the service... it meant that, deep down, she wanted to do it for him and was happy that he had come back.
A slight smile curved Mitsui's lips as he realized this, and he quietly approached [Name] until he stood just behind her.
"[Name]-chan," he called, letting the gratitude he felt fill her name.
Hearing his voice so close, [Name] tensed up, feeling her cheeks flush once more. Trying to sound as harsh as possible, she turned sharply and growled, "Hisashi, I already told you to—"
But she couldn’t finish the sentence. As soon as she turned around, a soft, warm touch on her left cheek silenced her instantly. Mitsui was leaning in, his hand gently resting on her left shoulder as his lips placed a very sweet kiss on her blushing face.
The touch lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make all the hairs on [Name]'s body stand on end. Internally, she wished Mitsui’s touch had lasted a little longer. Pulling back slightly, he whispered, "Thank you."
He then straightened up, running his hand through his hair in a slightly awkward manner.
"Well, I’ll be going. See you later, [Name]-chan."
He turned on his heels and headed toward the exit of the salon. The girl remained frozen, staring at the back of her childhood friend. She hated herself for being so affected by his gesture, and even more for knowing that deep down, she really wanted Mitsui back... for herself.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time for them to reconnect, but they could start, right?
She went back to sweeping, and just as he stopped to open the door, she raised her voice: “Hey, idiot.”
Startled, the teenager turned his torso enough to look at [Name] with a questioning expression. “If you don’t make Shohoku rise to the top of Japan, I swear I’ll beat you to death".
Mitsui's eyes widened, and gradually, a smile replaced his shocked expression. He chuckled quietly as he remembered the countless times he had said he would conquer the nation. There was no turning back. This time, he had to succeed.
Widening his smile even further, he looked at [Name] defiantly and said, “I’m on it.”
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slamdunk-headcanons · 6 months ago
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You are friends with Mitsui Hisashi and he starts falling in love with you
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So for the context, imagine that Mitsui is teaching you how to play basketball because you saw some games on TV and thought it would be cool to play it. And that's how you became friends.
He starts to insist to walk you home everyday
Wants to play basketball with you everyday
Start calling your house too often (specially at night)
Start opening about his feelings faster (ex: he shows up at school looking sad and he quickly tells you the reason)
Calls you to eat something after the basketball training (and pay for it)
Invites you for every single training or game and always looks for you when he is there
Gets jealous when he sees other boys talking to you specially if they look interested in you
Let some random and sudden compliment slip out of his mouth without him noticing
Mitsui really wants to touch you more (like putting a strand of hair behind your ear, randomly brush your hair with his fingers when you two are at class, play with small hair strands while you study together) but holds himself because he knows touching is something serious for you.
Starts reacting a little more emotional when he sees you down or crying
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slamdunk-headcanons · 4 months ago
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Can you do the trio (Mitsui, Ryota, sakuragi) and their first kiss headcanons?
Hello sweetie! Thank you for your request! I already wrote for Mitsui and Sakuragi, so I'll put the links bellow! Hope you enjoy Miyagi's headcanons!
Mitsui Hisashi first kiss
Sakuragi Hanamichi first kiss
Miyagi Ryota
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Miyagi is the type of guy that put the girl in a pedestal and give his life to her even she never corresponds to him;
So if he does it with the girl, imagine with the first kiss;
So he would probably delay the moment for a while until he has no more excuses to not kiss you;
You'll have to give him all the signs that you want to be kissed by him;
Would probably happen suddenly, during a date or a friendly moment at the beach or the park;
Maybe you two are playing basketball casually and you end up falling over him;
And you just stay there looking deep on his eyes, your lips so close;
His heart is pounding (but so is yours) and you both can feel it;
Miyagi stares at you but doesn't make a move;
After long seconds, you finally give up and start moving to stand up, but he suddenly grabs your wrist;
And you stare at him, shocked;
With a slow movement, he lifts his head and touches your lips with his softly;
He lets your wrist go and hugs you in your waist; your arms go up to wrap his neck;
"You can be the lightning Miyagi Ryota on court, but you're ridiculously slow in love", you said when you two move away "I was almost giving up
"[y/n]-chan, I-I'm so sorry", he says tearing up "Please don't give up on me!"
He hugs you tight. You chuckle.
"I won't, you idiot. Never".
Masterlist/Askbox open!
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slamdunk-headcanons · 5 months ago
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Can you do jealousy hcs for Sakuragi, Mitsui, and Ryota?
Hello little flower! Thank you so much for your request! Hope you like it!
Sakuragi Hanamichi
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AND THE GOLD MEDAL FOR THE MOST JEALOUS BOY GOES TO SAKURAGI HANAMICHI🥇
We can see it through the story how he acts towards Rukawa only because he knows Haruko has a crush on him
But in Haruko's case, we still have a configuration that is favorable for him because Rukawa and Haruko don't talk.
Now imagine when he falls for you and he finds out that you have a guy as a friend.
One guy would be his death, imagine more than one.
So, in the beggining, he's really loud, always wanting to call your attention, and has a lot of confidence crisis when he sees you laughing while talking to another guy;
I can clearly see him hitting this guy with his head when you're not around and saying "Stay away from [y/n]-chan!"
So you HAVE to help him. Talk to him and be very clear about how you feel about him. That he is important to you, a precious friend;
As you two get closer, his confidence grows and he stops being so loud about other guys around you.
When you two finally get together, he has a relapse because he's reeeeally afraid to lose you. Again, be patient and talk to him.
He's extremely protective towards you when guys are around: that's the "healthy" portrait of his jealousy;
Miyagi Ryota
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And the SILVER MEDAL in our jealousy podium goes to Miyagi🥈
We can see it on the show when the guys from Mitsui's gang start talking about Ayako he just FREAKS OUT and start beating Mitsui up. And when he thinks Sakuragi is going out with Ayako;
So we can see than he stays calm and relax IF there's no guy around you with second intentions;
So yes, just as Sakuragi, he has problems with your male friends, specially in the crush phase;
So, it's important to talk to him clearly about your feelings or he'll keep having this jelousy attacks;
Miyagi would probably talk to the guys that shows interest on you, saying calmly (at first) to stay away from you;
He can definetly get into a fight because of jealousy;
His confidence grows when you two get closer (faster than Sakuragi's) and he stops being so openly jealous of you;
When you get together, Miyagi's confidence finally reaches a good level and he stops having random jealousy attacks. He only will have it if its an obvious situation that can cause him jelousy;
Mitsui Hisashi
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Aaaaand last but not least, the bronze medal in our jelousy podium goes for Mitsui Hisashi! 🥉
Mitsui is not loud as Sakuragi or Miyagi. He knows that having openly jealousy attacks makes him look immature. So if he feels jealous about you, he doesn't show it in an obvious way;
So the first thing that happens when the guy that's making him feel jealous of you is around is: he STARES. He stares at the person to death. ME. DE. KOROSU.
In the crush phase, Mitsui will stare at him in away that's impossible not to notice. He won't say a word: the aggressiveness in his eyes would talk by itself;
Than, Mitsui will make everything to be next to you, having your attention, when this guy shows up. He won't let him talk to you alone when he's around;
He can even suddenly offer to walk you home if he finds this guy talking to you after class;
When you two get together, Mitsui is quicker to solve the jealousy situations. If a guy gets too close to you in a way he doesn't like, he immediatly goes to where you are and passes one arm around your shoulder or waist and interrupts the conversation asking about a date or where you two are going to have lunch;
If the guy keep pushing, Mitsui directly talks to him, and let you know that he doesn't like him.
Masterlist/Askbox open!
Liking, reblogging and commenting really helps me keep up writing!
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slamdunk-headcanons · 5 years ago
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Masterlist
So, I don’t understand about that masterlist blogs do using the tags, so I’ll do it manually. I’ll add the link in the blog’s menu. 
Rules here
Shohoku
Sakuragi Hanamichi
Someone having a crush on him
Taking care of sick and stubborn s/o
Flirty crush
Kissing headcanons
Calling him cute nicknames and showing up with a cheering outfit
Dating a popular girl
Introducing Sakuragi as your boyfriend to your parents
Comforting Sakuragi after Anzai sensei’s incident
Sakuragi’s girl type
Sakuragi with an artist s/o (sing, dances and draws)
You sleep on his chest
How he would be on social media
Cuddling headcanons
Jelousy headcanons
Episode 46, Hot Dunk, an analysis
Mitsui Hisashi
Taking care of sick and stubborn s/o
Mitsui basketball player + longhair
Flirty crush
Hairplay + kiss
Kissing headcanons
Girl he would fall for
Shy girl + love letter
Pros and cons of dating him
Dating a popular girl
Mitsui as a father
You’re friends with Mitsui Hisashi but he starts falling in love with you
How he would be on social media
You sleep on his chest
Jealousy headcanons
Fights, haircut and basketball - Imagine
37ºC, 2 p.m. - Imagine
Rukawa Kaede
Rukawa’s match up
Girl he would fall for
You sleep on his chest
After break up
Miyagi Ryota
Miyagi Ryota’s aesthetic
How he would be on social media
What romance trope he would be? (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers...)
Cuddling headcanons
You sleep on his chest
Jealousy headcanons
Romantic Headcanons
First kiss headcanons
Akagi Takenori
Dating a popular girl
You sleep on his chest
Kogure Kiminobu
You sleep on his chest
Yohei Mito
Girl he would fall for
After break up
Shohoku’s basketball team
Pool day + Sakuragi’s gang
Horror movie night
Shohoku as Mighty Morphin Power Rangers
Anzai Sensei’s Birthday Surprise from the Shohoku Basketball Team
Shohoku boys love language
Where Shohoku boys would take you in a first date
Ryonan
Sendoh Akira 
Taking care of sick and stubborn s/o
Kissing headcanons
Girl he would fall for
How he would be as a father
Fukuda Kicchou
What romance trope he would be? (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers,...)
Kainan
Nobunaga Kiyota
What romance trope he would be? (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers...)
Shinichi Maki
Pros and cons of dating him
How he would be as a father
Girl he would fall for
Shoyo
Hanagata Toru
What romance trope he would be? (friends to lovers, enemies to lovers,...)
Girl he would fall for
Fujima Kenji
Dating headcanons
You're friends and he starts falling in love with you
Sannoh
Sawakita Eiji
Falling in love with childhood classmate
Pros and cons of dating him
First date
Cuddling headcanons
Girl he would fall for
Dating headcanons
Fukatsu Kazunari
First date 
Slam Dunk characters in general
Boys who likes a chubby and curvy s/o 
Slam Dunk characters in space
Slam Dunk boys who likes cuddling
Slam Dunk boys who likes to prank his girl
Slam Dunk characters and their Hogwarts Houses
Slam dunk boys who would tease you to call your attention
Dreaming with Slam Dunk boys 
(send your dreams inbox!)
With Mitsui - drawing and having fun 
With Sakuragi - presenting him to your parents
Bonus
Get to know the adm
Introduce yourself to me!
Top 10 Slam Dunk Characters (with Analysis)
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cliodevotus · 5 months ago
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li em português e fiz questão de ler de novo em inglês 🙏
Fights, haircut and basketball - Imagine Mitsui Hisashi
Hello guys! So I decided to bring my SD imagines to this blog. They were originally written in Portuguese, and I used AI to do the most part of translation and revised it after to do some corrections and adaptations. So this is the very first one I wrote for SD, in 2016, for my favorite character, Mitsui Hisashi. My writing style is in third person, not second person. I hope you all like it!
Posted on Spirit Fanfictions, Wattpad and Nyah!Fanfiction (all Portuguese version) Word count: 3.6k Warnings: fem!reader, mention of gang fights, a bit of cursing, angst
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Synopsis: Mitsui and [Name] were unseparable friends. But when their feelings became something more than just friendship, everthing caved in. With the Mitsui's injurey and his subsequent withdrawal from basketball, his personality began to be dominated by resentment and anger. The boy started to despise everything related to the sport, including [Name]. However, two years later, a fight and and old dream would finally make him remember how important she was for him.
“You did what!?"
[Name] looked at Mitsui with wide, horrified eyes. The boy had shown up at her mother's beauty salon that late afternoon without warning, his face covered in bruises and dried blood. The girl had quickly pulled him to the back of the establishment so he wouldn't draw attention in case a client arrive. The last thing she wanted was for Mitsui's problems to spill over into her mother's business. Now they were talking in the break room, which was fortunately empty.
The boy still had the same intimidating appearance that [Name] had seen the last time they met. The face that had once been marked by the features of adolescence was now almost entirely covered by his blackish-blue hair that cascaded down to his shoulders. His navy-blue eyes, once so bright and full of energy, were now dark and heavy. And to top it off, [Name] couldn’t even remember the last time she had seen Mitsui smile.
Faced with his friend's accusatory question, the senior kept his head down and his hands buried in his pockets. The shame he had felt earlier, in front of the man who had given him the determination to win the regional championship, now seemed to weigh ten tons on his broad shoulders. He could endure the accusing looks from everyone, even from Kogure and Akagi, but from [Name]...
"Hey! Answer me, Hisashi!"
He hunched his shoulders even more. It was hard enough to confess what he had done, let alone repeat it. Besides, didn’t [Name] already have enough reasons to despise him?
"I decided to get revenge on Miyagi... I wanted to do it by disqualifying Shohoku from the Nationals through a fight. If the rumor that the players were involved in a gang fight at their own school spread, they would surely be banned from the championship. So I gathered the judo team members and asked for help from a friend of mine, Tetsu-"
Mitsui didn’t get a chance to finish. A sharp, resounding slap stung his already bruised face, causing him to stagger back two steps. His hands instinctively covered the spot where he had been hit, and his navy-blue eyes rose in shock to meet the girl in front of him.
"Are you serious!?" she shouted angrily. "Didn’t I tell you to never speak to me again? And you, not only you disrespect that, but you also come and tell me something like this!?"
The high schooler lowered his gaze again and returned to his previous dejected posture.
[Name] had been his friend for years, and they had met because of basketball. She always played on the neighborhood’s public court, and it was there that he saw her for the first time. He clearly remembered being captivated by how she smiled while playing, and that made him interested in the game. He really wanted to experience the joy that made that girl seem so happy.
Mitsui then asked [Name] to introduce him to basketball. Reluctantly at first, the girl agreed to be his tutor. She taught him everything she could, from basic movements to the tricks of faking and three-point shots, which were her pride and joy. It was on that quaint basketball court that their friendship flourished.
Over the years, Mitsui and [Name] became inseparable, and their friendship began to take on new dimensions. However, neither of them had the courage to make a move, as neither was sure of their own feelings.
And that’s when everything caved in.
After Mitsui’s accident and his subsequent withdrawal from basketball, his personality started to be consumed by resentment and anger. The boy began to despise everything related to the sport, including [Name].
One day, the girl invited him to watch a street basketball game that was going to take place on the same court where they had first met. With disdain, he laughed in [Name]’s face and said he had better things to do.
"I'm not going to waste any more time with stupid things like basketball," he said with a mocking smile.
The girl looked at him in horror, unable to believe that those words had come out of Mitsui's mouth.
“What!?” she shouted, shocked.
“That’s exactly what you heard,” he spat. “I’m not wasting another second on basketball.”
And without giving [Name] a chance to ask any more questions, he spun on his heels and walked away.
After this episode, the high schooler began getting more involved with gangs and street fights, and the chasm that had formed between him and [Name] grew ever wider. Finally, one incident in particular completely ruined their friendship.
Angry after the beating they took from Mitsui’s gang, some troublemakers from Kainan High investigated Mitsui’s connections and discovered [Name]. After obtaining her address, they observed her routine for a few days. After a week, they ambushed her as she was heading home in the late afternoon. Meanwhile, one of them was tasked with delivering the message to Mitsui.
As soon as he found out, the boy was overcomed with an intense feeling of guilt and rage. He never imagined he would end up involving his friend in his fights, let alone as a hostage. Blinded by anger, he ran without hesitation to the agreed location, making a decision along the way: he would distance himself from gangs once and for all so that she would never be at risk because of him again.
When he finally reached them, he realized the true extent of the trap he had fallen into. [Name] was at the back of the alley, held by two burly high schoolers with contemptuous expressions. As soon as they spotted Mitsui, the other gang members blocked both exits of the alley, giving the boy no chance to escape.
“I knew he would come,” their leader sneered. “Let the girl go. We’ve got what we wanted.”
A momentary sense of relief washed over the student, and he searched for [Name] with his eyes. The girl was rubbing her forearms, marked by the strong grip of the thugs, and as soon as she processed that she was free, she looked for Mitsui among the figures present. When her eyes locked on his face, distorted by a mask of conflicting emotions, she marched toward him with determined steps, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
How? How had it come to this? How had he let something like this happen? And to her, of all people!?
Everyone turned to look at the slender back of the girl, who was walking forward with clenched fists. As soon as her childhood friend's face was within reach, she raised her right fist and delivered a solid punch to his left cheek.
"Bastard!" she shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. "How did you get to this point? When did you stoop so low as to drag me into these stupid fights!?"
Mitsui kept his face turned away, his dark blue eyes vacant and empty from the shock.
"Never again..." she said through gritted teeth. "Never speak to me again."
Those words from [Name] hurt more than any punch or kick he'd ever taken in a fight. They hurt more than his knee injury. They hurt more than giving up basketball.
Even when he had given up on everything, she hadn’t. She believed that one day, the bitterness from what had happened in his first year would fade, and Mitsui's passion for basketball would resurface. And even as he sank deeper and deeper, she tried to support him, tending to his wounds so that he wouldn’t have to hear so much from his parents.
And he had simply dismissed all of it.
That day, the beating he took after being insulted and humiliated by the Kainan thugs didn’t compare to the pain of losing [Name] completely. He had deluded himself into thinking she would stand by him despite the stupid mistakes he’d been making. What else would he lose?
Since then, [Name] had never spoken to him again, and Mitsui had no choice but to respect her decision. In her absence, he continued to get involved in more and more trouble and fights, and the little hope hidden in his heart of returning to basketball disappeared completely.
However, the incident in Shohoku’s gym that day awakened old memories of basketball for Mitsui. The feeling of sinking the ball with a simple flick of the wrist, the euphoria filling his chest as he drove past opponents toward the basket... Remembering all of this, Hisashi Mitsui finally realized just how much he missed basketball and, most of all, how much he missed the person who had brought that wonderful sport into his life.
God! How he wanted to play basketball again! How he wanted to play with [Name] and see her smile in that unique and captivating way...
It was because of all this that he swallowed his pride and ran to see the girl he had dismissed out of pure arrogance and selfishness. He had to make things right. He would never forgive himself if he didn’t try.
Mitsui lifted his melancholic dark eyes to [Name] and took a deep breath.
"I know what I did was unforgivable. I really was a selfish idiot, only thinking about my whim of becoming Shohoku’s ace... and it ruined everything." He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and then reopened them, this time with a determined look. "But I need to tell you something."
The girl straightened where she stood and crossed her arms. Her eyes shifted to the floor, filled with pain and anger. She wanted so badly to believe Mitsui’s words. She wanted so badly for him to have truly recognized his mistakes and turned things around... But what he had done wasn't that simple.
With a furrowed brow, she bit her lip and lowered her head.
"I'm going back to playing basketball," Mitsui blurted out, as if the words were forcing their way out of his mouth. "I don’t want to keep pretending that I don’t want to."
[Name]'s eyes widened, and she immediately locked them onto her friend’s face.
"I know it might be a little late since I’m in my third year. But I still want to make the most of the time I have left in high school. I’m going to...
The sentence weighed heavily on his tongue, and he had to press his lips together to prevent the words from spilling out awkwardly. He wanted to show [Name] that this was once again his dream.
Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, then opened them to look at his friend with a crease of determination on his forehead.
"I'm going to help Shohoku conquer Japan."
[Name]’s lips parted in a small “o,” but not in horror or anger, but rather in surprise. Before her eyes, she finally recognized the determined expression of the Mitsui she had known on the court in their old neighborhood. The boy she had taught to play basketball, who had become much more than just a good friend, was once again standing in front of her.
"Hisashi..." she murmured, her eyes widening further.
Mitsui straightened his shoulders, pulling his hands out of his pockets. He raised a hand to his neck and scratched it, looking down at the floor as shyness took over his gaze.
"So... [Name]-chan... I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to say or do all those stupid things to you. I know it’s not something that can be fixed with just an apology... But today, I really need you."
As soon as the last sentence left Mitsui’s lips, both felt a rush of heat rising to their faces. [Name] averted her eyes to the floor and began rubbing her fingers together with her thumb. The teenager scratched his neck even more quickly and continued:
"It’s-it’s just..." He blinked and, with great effort, looked back at the girl standing in front of him. "Since you helped me take the first step in basketball, I want you to do it again. I want you to help me take the first step back into basketball."
[Name] shifted her weight to her left leg and looked at her friend with a mix of insecurity and suppressed hope. She wanted so much to say yes. She had dreamed so many times of this moment—the moment when Mitsui would tell her that he was going back to basketball, returning to being the boy who had won her admiration in such a simple, genuine way...
But [Name] was fully aware that Mitsui's mistake was almost unforgivable, and she wasn’t going to let him think it would be easy to make everything right.
"I'm not going to play basketball with you, Hisashi," she said in the sternest voice she could muster.
The high schooler flinched as if he'd been punched in the gut. My God! How those words hurt. [Name]’s disdain was worse than any beating he had ever taken. But he deserved it; after all, he had also treated her with disdain... and in the worst possible way.
"I know," he said sadly. "But I need something only you can do."
[Name] furrowed her brows and waited. Mitsui raised his left hand until his fingers reached a lock of his dark hair.
"Could you... cut my hair?" He paused, trying not to stumble over his words, and laughed nervously. "Don’t worry. I’ll pay."
[Name]’s eyes widened so much that Mitsui thought they might pop out of their sockets.
Since girls tended to do this more often, she knew the significance of a haircut at a moment like this. Mitsui really wanted to change and wanted to leave a physical reminder of his new goal: to conquer Japan wearing Shohoku’s jersey.
After a few seconds, [Name] lowered her head and, turning on her heels, said, "Come here."
Surprised that he hadn’t received a harsh response from the girl, Mitsui promptly followed her with an astonished expression. She led him to the bathroom used by the staff and opened a cabinet containing a stack of white, fluffy towels. Grabbing one, she pushed it against the broad chest of the teenager and said, "Wipe off that blood so you don’t scare the other customers. When you’re done, go to the salon. I’ll be waiting there."
Mitsui nodded promptly and quickly cleaned himself up. When his face finally lost the most alarming signs of the fight, he folded the towel, leaving it in a corner, and headed to where [Name] was waiting. The girl was already dressed in a smock, with a cape draped over the same arm holding a pair of scissors.
"Have a seat," she said, her face wearing an indecipherable neutral expression.
Mitsui obeyed and sat down. [Name] adjusted the chair’s height and looked into the mirror to meet the boy’s blue eyes reflected there.
"So, what will it be?" she asked, running her fingers through the teenager's overgrown hair. Her touch sent involuntary shivers down Mitsui’s spine, and a slight blush spread across his cheeks.
"Ahm..." he muttered, glancing at the countertop cluttered with beauty tools. "You can cut it all off."
"All of it!?" she replied, her expression once again showing shock.
"Yeah. I mean, really short. It’s more comfortable for playing..."
The girl ran her fingers through Mitsui’s hair once more, taking a few measurements, and nodded.
"I’ll cut it little by little, and you can tell me if it’s okay, alright?"
"Uh-huh," he murmured, trying to stay still as he heard the first snips of the scissors cutting through his hair.
[Name] worked in silence, avoiding Mitsui’s deep blue eyes whenever she checked the cut in the mirror. However, it was impossible for her not to notice his features as the long hair stopped covering his face. Now that the black curtain had disappeared, [Name] could finally see the changes puberty had brought to her friend’s face. His jawline had become well-defined, but in a gentle way. Dark circles under his eyes marked the edges of his cheeks, which were covered in bruises and scratches, yet this detail still gave him a certain maturity. His straight nose had the same effect. His thick, black eyebrows perfectly crowned his pair of navy blue eyes, which had always captivated [Name] in a way she would never admit. Now they were much more visible, and this pleased her deeply.
In the end, Mitsui’s new haircut suited him very well, giving his face a more playful and determined look.
Yes... This was the Mitsui she had known.
"So?" she asked after making the final touch on the left side. "What do you think?"
He turned his head from side to side to see the new hairstyle from different angles and then smiled, satisfied. [Name] went to the counter and grabbed a square mirror so Mitsui could check the back of his hair too.
"Oh!" he said, smiling even more. "It really looks good! Thank you so much, [Name]-chan!"
While the teenager admired his friend’s work, [Name] couldn’t help but notice his features again. Mitsui had turned out much more handsome than she had anticipated.
Realizing this, her cheeks involuntarily heated up, and she lowered her face, afraid he would see her embarrassed expression.
"You’re welcome," she murmured, moving to the counter to put away the mirror and the brush she had used to remove the excess hair.
As soon as she removed the cape that had covered him, he stood up and quickly reached into his pocket, pulling out some green bills.
"How much do I owe you?" he asked, checking the amount he had.
[Name] had her back to him, organizing the counter and sweeping some leftover hair onto the floor. She bit her lip at Mitsui’s question, and the phrase he had said earlier echoed in her mind:
"I know. But I need something only you can do."
"Could you... cut my hair?"
Now that she could finally see Mitsui's eyes without his long black hair in the way, she was certain that he wasn’t just talking for the sake of it. She recognized his stubborn determination in the navy blue of his eyes. The haircut was his way of telling himself that he wanted to, and would, become who he once was. If she charged him for it, Mitsui's request would lose all its meaning.
"Nothing," she said, reaching out for the broom that was leaning nearby. "It's on me."
"But...!" he blinked, stunned as he stared at the back of her head. "I said I’d pay!"
"Shut up and accept it, idiot," she replied, too afraid to turn around and meet his eyes.
A whirlwind of emotions tore through her chest. Her head was spinning with confusion. She wanted so badly to celebrate this, to support him at his games, and to train with him... But at the same time, she couldn’t forget what he had done. And that stopped her from showing what she truly felt.
The teenager remained silent for a few moments before saying, "[Name]-chan... Please, let me pay for the haircut. I'll feel really bad i—"
"I already told you it’s on me!" she exclaimed too loudly as she turned her body and began sweeping with her eyes fixed on the floor. She walked past Mitsui and bumped into his shoulder hard. "I’m done here. You can go."
Mitsui didn’t move. His eyes went blank, staring into nothing as he digested [Name]'s harsh words. He had known from the start that he wouldn’t win her trust right away, but that didn’t lessen the weight of being treated like this by her.
However, even though she was clearly resentful, [Name] had granted his request. And if she didn’t charge for the service... it meant that, deep down, she wanted to do it for him and was happy that he had come back.
A slight smile curved Mitsui's lips as he realized this, and he quietly approached [Name] until he stood just behind her.
"[Name]-chan," he called, letting the gratitude he felt fill her name.
Hearing his voice so close, [Name] tensed up, feeling her cheeks flush once more. Trying to sound as harsh as possible, she turned sharply and growled, "Hisashi, I already told you to—"
But she couldn’t finish the sentence. As soon as she turned around, a soft, warm touch on her left cheek silenced her instantly. Mitsui was leaning in, his hand gently resting on her left shoulder as his lips placed a very sweet kiss on her blushing face.
The touch lasted only a few seconds, but it was enough to make all the hairs on [Name]'s body stand on end. Internally, she wished Mitsui’s touch had lasted a little longer. Pulling back slightly, he whispered, "Thank you."
He then straightened up, running his hand through his hair in a slightly awkward manner.
"Well, I’ll be going. See you later, [Name]-chan."
He turned on his heels and headed toward the exit of the salon. The girl remained frozen, staring at the back of her childhood friend. She hated herself for being so affected by his gesture, and even more for knowing that deep down, she really wanted Mitsui back... for herself.
Maybe it wasn’t the right time for them to reconnect, but they could start, right?
She went back to sweeping, and just as he stopped to open the door, she raised her voice: “Hey, idiot.”
Startled, the teenager turned his torso enough to look at [Name] with a questioning expression. “If you don’t make Shohoku rise to the top of Japan, I swear I’ll beat you to death".
Mitsui's eyes widened, and gradually, a smile replaced his shocked expression. He chuckled quietly as he remembered the countless times he had said he would conquer the nation. There was no turning back. This time, he had to succeed.
Widening his smile even further, he looked at [Name] defiantly and said, “I’m on it.”
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