#sport anime

[aristotle0]

watching the Olympics truly puts my sport anime knowledge into use

[dashie-nightingale]

👉🤜 👈👉 👈🤛

The sport anime multiverse

[animepopheart]

★ 【raku】 「 夏 」 ☆ ✔ republished w/permission ⊳ ⊳ follow me! insta • x • bsky

[zesso3]

Artist: one of the best sport anime in the WOOOOOORLD !!!! What’s your favorite sport anime guys ?

Note: please don’t use without permission ^^

[duckandsea]

[winternet-s]

MINSUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )

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

wc: around 1,6k

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

previously : prologue. next : II. RUKAWA KAEDE.

I. HANIMICHI SAKURAGI.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

"HIGH SCHOOL REJECTION NUMBER TWO!"

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

"Hello, [name]-chan!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

previously : prologue. next : II. RUKAWA KAEDE.

[catasoph]

How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

[mayochandesuu]

shouyou 🍊

[deathlywounded]

Old habits die hard.

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[bungeegum28]

𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞 Kuroko no Basket • 黒子のバスケ (2012) 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 Tadatoshi Fujimaki 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐨 Production I.G 𝐝𝐢𝐫. Shunsuke Tada 𝐜𝐡𝐫. 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 Yōko Kikuchi

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[farfadetfarfelu]

Please babe, can we be gay like we're in a sport anime? Please babe

[obscureanimeoftheday]

Obscure Anime of The Day:

Princess Nine

Aired: 1998

Genres: Action, Drama, Romance, School, Seinen, Slice of Life, Sport

[mushi-shield]

people- sport anime is not gay

hmmm yes not gay at all.

[animeolympics2024]

Let the Summer Olympics 2024 begin...

This is a Summer Olympics 2024-inspired fan week for any and all sports anime! Run by @eurydicees and @zentriii.

Please fill out our interest check, open until May 17. The event will start on July 26, the day of the Olympics opening ceremonies.

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[vxdbss]

Assigning some blue lock boys to fanfiction tropes

Friends to Lovers

| Isagi, Bachira, Kunigami, Julian, Naruhaya, Nagi, Reo, Aoshi, Nijiro

Enemies to Lovers

| Raichi, Barou, Reo, Niko, Rin

The Bet

| Nagi, Reo, Niko, Raichi

Opposite Attract

| Zantetsu, Nagi, Bachira, Pablo, Raichi, Barou

[winternet-s]

MISUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )

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

notes : hey...🧍🏿‍♀️how you doing LMAOOO MY BAD Y’ALL I WAS UNMOTIVATED SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE READING 🎀 ! lowkey wanna make a hanamichi x reader but aargh idkk, karin is the bully’s name btw in case you forgot

wc : around 3k

MASTERLIST

III. THE DUAL

— Her gaze fell on Hanamichi, sharp and desperate, the kind of look that screamed, Why must you always make things harder? Her lips parted slightly as if words might follow, but none came, only a long, exasperated sigh that said it all. There was no need for explanation—the message was clear in the weight of her stare, a silent plea for him to stop whatever ridiculous scheme he was plotting before it spiraled completely out of control.

You pressed your palm to your forehead, inhaling sharply.

“Really? Didn’t I just say not to do anything stupid?” Your voice carried a tone of sheer exasperation, as though this situation had drained the last bit of patience she had left.

You glanced at Haruko, who was frozen in the doorway, her hands clutched tightly in front of her. The disbelief on Haruko's face was palpable, her wide eyes reflecting the shock of witnessing such a chaotic scene. Slowly, her expression shifted less startled and more... disappointed.

“You weren’t like this in my mind, Sakuragi-kun…” Haruko’s voice trailed off, her words soft yet firm, as though realizing that the image she'd built of him was crumbling.

You sighed heavily, already bracing yourself for the mess that would undoubtedly follow. You gave Hanamichi a sideways glance, your expression torn between irritation and resignation. "Great. Just great. Now she thinks you’re a lunatic," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms as you waited for him to save what little he could of the moment.

Haruko who was standing frozen for a moment, her wide eyes locked on the crimson streak trickling down Rukawa’s forehead. Her heart pounded, not from admiration this time, but from a surge of worry she couldn't suppress. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she bit her lip.

"Sakuragi-kun..Everybody said that Sakuragi-kun was very bad and scary but I thought you weren’t that kind of person and wouldn’t do that sort of thing.."

You stand awkwardly near Hanamichi's gang, the air thick with a mix of tension and something else—an odd kind of awkwardness that’s hard to place. Your eyes drift to Rukawa, who remains utterly unfazed, the blood trickling from his forehead seemingly irrelevant to him. His expression is cool, detached, as though none of this concerns him. In contrast, Hanamichi is stiff beside you, his face flushed—not with anger, but with the unmistakable embarrassment of being in Haruko’s presence.

Caught in the awkward stillness, unsure whether to speak or stay silent. The tension feels like a rubber band stretched to its limit, but it’s not just about the fight anymore—it’s the quiet clash of emotions, embarrassment, and indifference that keeps everyone rooted in place.

“I misjudged you Sakuragi-kun !!” The young girl exclaimed before darting off in the opposite direction of Rukawa, leaving Sakuragi behind, wailing with exaggerated, almost comical tears streaming down his face.

You stared at the scene, completely lost. Everyone around you spoke so fast that the words blended together into an overwhelming blur. You furrowed your brow, glancing between the group and the direction the girl had run, trying to make sense of the chaos.

“Y-you guys speak too fast,” you muttered, sweat-dropping as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I don’t fully understand what’s going on now...”

Sakuragi’s gang barely seemed to notice your confusion, too busy trying to calm their bawling leader, while Haruko was already a speck in the distance. You sighed, feeling more out of place than ever, the cultural gap yawning wide in moments like these. 

“I really need to catch up.”

–

A day had passed, and it didn’t take much to notice the strange shift in the redhead’s demeanor. Sakuragi, usually bursting with his trademark energy and overconfidence, seemed oddly down, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world. There was a gloomy air about him that felt completely out of place. But the strangest part was his reaction to basketballs.

Whenever he passed by someone playing, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw would tighten, and his eyes would narrow with an intensity that felt almost out of character. If the sound of dribbling reached his ears, his mood soured instantly.

And when his gaze fell on the players themselves laughing, shooting, and passing the ball it was as if a switch flipped.

Lost in his cloudy thoughts, Sakuragi’s foggy eyes barely registered the world around him. He didn’t even noticed the basketball hurtling toward him until it was too late. The impact was sharp and unforgiving, square on his face, sending him stumbling back slightly. Blood trickled from his nose, but to everyone’s shock, Sakuragi didn’t explode in his usual fiery rage.

The gang froze, wide-eyed, waiting for the inevitable outburst. But it never came. Instead, Sakuragi simply stood there, eerily calm. His hand reached up to touch his nose briefly, smearing the blood before his gaze dropped to the ball at his feet. Slowly, he crouched, picking it up in silence.

You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. The two responsible for the accident stood a few feet away, shaking like leaves in a storm. They knew all too well the redhead’s reputation as a hotheaded delinquent, and his uncharacteristic calm only made their fear worse.

From where you stood, you had seen everything unfold in real-time. Your jaw dropped, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. It wasn’t just the hit or the blood that caught you off guard—it was his reaction. Sakuragi was unpredictable, sure, but this? This was something entirely new, and it left you just as stunned as everyone else around him.

Quickening your pace toward the group, your thoughts raced just as fast. The hold Haruko has on him is insane, you mused, barely able to process the scene before you.

Everything escalated in the blink of an eye. Sakuragi, ball still in hand, suddenly lunged at the two boys responsible. They yelped out hurried apologies, but it didn’t stop him. His gang tried to intervene, only to be met with his infamous headbutts as he powered through anyone in his way. Caught in the whirlwind of chaos, you felt compelled to speak. “Hanamichi, r-remem…” you stuttered, the unfamiliar word catching on your tongue. You paused, frustration bubbling. “Man, how do you even pronounce that…?”

At the sound of your voice, Sakuragi froze mid-motion, turning to look at you. His expression softened just slightly, and, to your surprise, he actually answered. “Remember!” he said, enunciating the word with exaggerated clarity. “R-re... remem-ber?” you said hesitantly, your accent dragging the word into unfamiliar territory.

Sakuragi’s jaw dropped, his expression torn between disbelief and agony. “No! That’s not even close! Are you even trying?!” He threw his arms into the air, groaning dramatically. Your eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation bubbling up in your chest. “I am trying! You’re just not explaining it well!” you shot back, your voice defensive.

Sakuragi spun around, clutching his head like he was on the verge of losing his mind. “How hard can it be?! It’s one word!” Your cheeks burned, more from frustration than embarrassment, as you planted your hands on your hips. “Maybe if you stopped yelling at me, I’d actually get it!”

“Yelling?!” He whirled back to face you, his expression almost comically offended. “This isn’t yelling! I’m motivating you!”

You huffed, your lips tightening into a line as you fought to keep your composure. But your patience snapped when he mimicked you, his exaggerated pronunciation making your blood boil. “Motivating? You’re just being loud!” you snapped before switching to French, the words spilling out in a frustrated flurry. “Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”*

Sakuragi blinked, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you like you’d just grown a second head. “Huh? What—what did you just say?!”

“I said you’re impossible!” you shot back, still in French, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises!”*

His confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he tried—and failed—to decipher your words. “What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you making fun of me?!”

You couldn’t help but smirk at his bewildered expression. “Peut-être,”* you teased, your tone light but your eyes glinting mischievously.

“That’s it!” Sakuragi threw his hands up in the air, his face turning redder by the second. “You’re doing it on purpose! Stop speaking in... in whatever that is!”

“It’s French, idiot,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. “And if you don’t like it, maybe try being less i-nsuf— whatever…” You trailed off, still fumbling with the word. The tension thickened in the air as you struggled to pronounce it, and the frustration in your voice only made it worse.

Sakuragi, standing just a few steps away, couldn’t help himself. He let out a loud, mocking laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. “Insufferable?!” he repeated, his voice ringing with disbelief, practically gasping in exaggerated horror. “You can’t even say it right!”

You bit your lip, doing your best to keep your composure, though it was hard to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You spun around quickly, your back facing him now as you muttered, “It’s not my fault you’re so annoying.” The last word slipped out a little too loudly, but you didn’t care anymore.

But you knew him well enough to understand that he wasn’t about to let it go. “And by the way,” you continued, your voice a little softer now, tinged with a hint of exasperation, “Haruko hates you right now.”

Sakuragi froze mid-laugh, his hand still outstretched in the air, his posture suddenly rigid. His face contorted for a moment, the usual cocky grin vanishing as reality hit him harder than any of your words could. His eyes flickered away from you, and his lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of something vulnerable—something you hadn’t seen often—crossing his features. It was rare for him to drop the facade.

“You don’t have to remind me...” he muttered, his voice softer now, barely audible. The usual bravado that defined him faltered, leaving behind only the weight of his own frustration.

Your stance softened too, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy. But you couldn't let him off the hook entirely. “Hey, it’s not like you’re entirely innocent,” you said, teasing lightly, though the tone didn’t come out quite as playful as you’d intended.

Suddenly, the familiar cockiness was back. Sakuragi’s shoulders tensed, his hands balling into fists as his voice cracked in a way you hadn't expected. “And how could I not?!” he added, his tone switching to one of genuine exasperation, his earlier nonchalance giving way to something more raw. “It’s because of basketball that Haruko-chan h-hates me!”

The moment hung in the air, his declaration louder and more serious than his usual bluster. His words, tinged with frustration and self-pity, rang in your ears long after they were spoken. The atmosphere shifted as you stood there, sweat-dropping, your mind spinning in confusion.

You glanced around quickly, seeing the gang recovering from the earlier chaos, clearly used to Sakuragi’s wild antics. But as you observed him, caught somewhere between self-doubt and irritation, it was hard to reconcile the blustering fool with the person standing before you now.

Meanwhile, the absurdity of it all settled into the moment. How could things go from ridiculous to awkward so quickly? The gang wondered, as you were about to apologize a new figure came into view. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He wore a simple T-shirt, tucked neatly into his sport pants, the fabric stretching slightly over his muscular build. His posture was upright, exuding a quiet confidence, while his serious expression and sharp eyes made it clear that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with as he moved closer, the group instinctively quieted, sensing the weight of his authority, even though they had no idea who he was just yet.

Without a word, he reached forward, gripping Hanamichi's collar with surprising strength and pulling him back. 

“Not another fight, please…” you pleaded, your hands pressed together as you stepped forward. Your voice was a mix of frustration and hope, hoping to stop things before they got out of hand again. You looked around at the others, but no one seemed ready to intervene—everyone was too caught up in the tension, and it was clear they all expected things to get worse.

Mito and the others were caught off guard by the new arrival’s towering height and his clear, undeniable strength. You couldn’t help but stare as he scolded his teammates, the sharp knock he gave one of them on the top of their head showing just how much authority he carried. The tension in the air seemed to thicken, but before anyone could fully react, things shifted in a way none of you could have expected.

Out of nowhere, Hanamichi—of all people—stepped right in front of the new captain, his head tilted to the side, brows furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. And then, in true Hanamichi fashion, he slapped the basketball right into the captain’s face, with an unceremonious thwack that echoed across the school courtyard.

The group—you included—froze in a collective panic, watching as the captain stood there, completely unphased.

“Bastard!! WHAT CAPTAIN!? WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?!” Hanamichi shouted, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation. His voice rang out, causing everyone to flinch as he thrashed in the grip of his friends, who were now trying their best to keep him from causing even more chaos.

“Hanamichi!!” someone yelled in desperation, their voice tinged with panic.

“Stop! The opponent isn’t human!!” Nozomi cried, clearly trying to make Hanamichi realize just how serious this was. The shock and urgency in his tone made it clear: this wasn’t just another schoolyard scuffle.

"I HATE THE BASKETBALL TEAM THE MOST!! WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT SUCH A CRAPPY GAME!?" Hanamichi shouted, his frustration reaching its peak. As you observed the scene, you could feel the tension mounting between him and the basketball team. The team captain’s demeanor changed almost instantly, his expression hardening as his anger flared.

“A crappy game?” The captain’s voice dropped, becoming much deeper, colder. His knuckles cracked ominously as he prepared to charge at Hanamichi. “YOU SAID IT WAS A CRAPPY GAME!! YOU FOOL, LET’S GO!” He shouted, his fury matching Hanamichi’s. But his teammates quickly intervened, grabbing him in an attempt to hold him back, knowing full well the potential chaos this confrontation could lead to.

Still, the captain was blinded by rage, just as Hanamichi was, neither of them willing to back down. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just them and their burning resentment.

“They are draining…” you muttered out loud, a sigh escaping you as you took in the scene. The gang, still holding onto Hanamichi to prevent him from charging again, couldn’t help but agree with you, their faces showing clear signs of exhaustion from the escalating situation.

And just then, the captain’s face morphed into something almost frightening. His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. The intensity in his glare made it clear that this wasn’t just about a basketball game anymore—it was personal.

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The idea of the year—a basketball duel. It seemed simple enough, but so far, Hanamichi looked less like the fiery challenger everyone expected and more like a sad puppy. His hands trembled, his wide eyes glistening as if on the verge of overflowing.

As Akagi, the team captain, sternly explained the rules, Hanamichi's composure completely crumbled. A single tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by another, until the tears were streaming freely. He didn’t even bother wiping them away, standing there looking utterly defeated before the game had even begun.

You could only sigh, crossing your arms as you shook your head. “Really?” you muttered under your breath.

The sight was equal parts pitiful and ridiculous, and yet, entirely in character for Hanamichi. You sighed again, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Was he really scared, or was this some sort of elaborate act?

Before you could dwell on it too long, his demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye. The tears vanished as if they’d never been there, replaced by a familiar, cocky grin. His chest puffed out, and he crossed his arms with exaggerated confidence.

“HAA DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!” he barked, his voice loud enough to echo across the school grounds. “I’ll steal your ball soon!” You blinked, baffled by the sudden change. One second, he was a teary mess, and now he was acting like he’d already won the match. The sheer audacity of it left you speechless, though you couldn’t help but chuckle. 

You stand near the edge of the court, eyes fixed on Hanamichi as he stumbles through the game. It’s not basketball; it’s a circus. But it’s his circus, and he’s putting on a show for everyone, due to the fact that his way of playing was...special.

The crowd watches with varying reactions: cheers, laughter, and, of course, the sharp-edged commentary from Karin and her group just a few feet away.

“Is he even trying?” Karin scoffs, her voice loud enough to carry. “Looks like he’s auditioning for a clown show.” A couple of her friends giggle, nudging each other. You glance at them, irritation bubbling up.

“At least he’s doing something,” you say, your voice steady despite your growing annoyance. “Unlike people who just talk and do nothing.” Karin’s head tilts, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Oh, sorry, what was that? Can someone translate? I don’t speak... whatever she’s saying.”

Nozomi, Karin’s friend, was standing slightly apart from the group, doesn’t laugh. She crosses her arms and glances away, as if disinterested in the whole scene. Before you can respond, a familiar voice chimes in.

“Want a translation?” Yohei says, sauntering over with Hanamichi’s gang in tow. He throws a lazy grin at Karin’s group. “She said... at... least... he’s... got... guts,” he says, drawing each word out painfully slow, like he’s speaking to a child.

Ōkusu leans in, hands on his hips. “Uuunnlike... youuuuuu,” he adds with exaggerated enunciation. Karin’s friends exchange awkward looks, clearly unsure how to react. Karin glares at Yohei but doesn’t respond.

Noma takes it a step further, mimicking her tone. “What’s that? Didn’t catch it? Should we slow it down more?” You bite back a smile, watching as their mockery turns the tables. Even Nozomi’s lips twitch, though she quickly hides it by looking away.

Karin huffs, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. You’re all idiots,” she snaps before stalking off, her friends scrambling to follow. “Good riddance,” Yohei says, flashing you a grin. “Don’t let them get to you.” 

A small, genuine smile forms on your lips, and you give them a quick, thankful glance.

"Thanks, guys," you say, your voice steadier now. The tension eases, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you feel a spark of warmth in their camaraderie. And they were quick to go back into teasing their red head.

MASTERLIST

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FRENCH DICTIONARAY

1.“Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”* : to be honest you're annoying ! You think that’s how we learn?!"

2. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises": and frankly, I’m sick of your tantrums.

3."Peut-être,”*: maybe

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Winnies notes : im french so it’s sm easier for me to write in these type of scenes 😔🫶🏾