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winternet-s · 2 months ago

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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.

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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."

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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.

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catasoph · 2 years ago

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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.