Someday, I’ll have the courage and patience to write the entire Slam Dunk fanfiction that’s on replay in my head. I was worried that I’d never be able to start something so big, so I thought I’d begin with these small exercises in writing.
It’s unlike me, because I live to cram and do things all at once. But I want to push myself this time— inspired by all the Slam Dunk content I’ve consumed these past few months, both official and fan-made.
For this peachshot, I didn’t want to feel paralyzed about which character I’d feature first. The one closest to my heart? My second favorite? Have I even ranked them? I love all the characters in different ways!
Somehow, this felt right. Instead of that need to get everything right from the outset… I want to be just like Kogure, growing and learning and working hard, day by day, little by little.
I hope these peachshots are refreshing, go down easy, or maybe even sting sometimes.
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Slam Dunk Oneshot | Kogure Kiminobu x Reader Oneshot | Kogure Kiminobu x You
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You were backing out slowly from the classroom where you had just had your meeting, engaged in a staring contest with the cockroach that managed to weasel its way inside. A sign of the summer season, marked by the sound of cicadas, but plagued by all sorts of crawlers crawling… well, everywhere.
Avoiding any sudden movements, you made it past the sliding doors, only to knock into the firm shoulder of some innocent passerby. You mumbled an apology, eyes still locked on the big brown insect.
“F/n-san? Is something the matter?” You look up to see that you had in fact, bumped into Kogure’s firm shoulder. Staring up at him and pointing at the unwelcome intruder, you managed to breathe out “Ah.. s-s-senpai, it’s just that…”
Kogure’s eyes flicked to the insect, and then back to you. He leaned down, smiled at you gently and spoke close to your ear, “Do you want me to help you deal with it?”
Reaching out your hand to tug on the sleeve of his summer uniform, you nodded, looking at your shoes. You sighed, you’ve had enough of looking at the movement of the insect’s antennae.
Still smiling, his eyes closed behind his wire frame glasses and he let out a soft laugh. You released your hold on his shirt as he moved between you and the offending brown bug, his broad back obscuring the view from the classroom door frame.
He bent down to take off one indoor shoe. Raising it carefully, counting softly three, two, one, and launching it forward. He got the insect with the first hit (yay!) he’s a sharp shot, after all.
You exhaled in relief. All the while feeling a little embarrassed that a creature so small was causing you trouble just a few minutes prior.
Taking a thick piece of paper from the ream on one of the desks, he gingerly scooped up the insect’s corpse to dispose of in the trash. You tried not to look at its abdomen, exposed clearly on the stark white sheet, and focused instead on the the weapon (Kogure’s indoor shoe) lying overturned in the middle of the classroom.
“I’m sorry, I meant to get a broom from the supply closet and deal with it myself,” you said quietly by the doorway. You reached into your skirt pocket and brought out a mini pack of wet tissues, “Please, let me clean your shoe at least.”
Kogure walked back to you — only a sock on his left foot and all. He grinned, “I can’t let the vice president do that now can I? There’s nothing on it, but I’ll still give it a wipe down. Here, let me.” His right hand gently closed around yours and flipped it, extracting a single wet wipe with his left as you gripped the pack. “I’ll take one, okay?”
Using the thin fabric to clean the sole, he opened his mouth to speak, “When I was younger, I spent many summer breaks with my grandparents in the countryside. I’m used to dealing with all sorts of insects, F/n-san. Don’t worry about it at all.” He looked at you reassuringly.
You pouted slightly, “I treated you like an exterminator.” Kogure’s eyes followed the movement of your lips, blinking as he replied, “Haha! F/n-san, tell you what. Buy me some milk and we can call it quits. Sound good to you?”
You brightened. “Really? Hurry up and come with me then, senpai.” Pleased that you could return the favor, you smiled a happy little smile.
So cheerful. How cute, he thought.
You two were walking outside the building to the school store. Kogure raised a questioning brow and asked, “The student council had a meeting during lunch time?”
“Mm, it was an emergency meeting. We talked about proposing a budget reallocation this summer for our sports teams. Everyone seems to be doing well,” you clapped your hands excitedly, “The basketball club came up too. Congratulations for winning the game last Saturday, Kogure-senpai!” You lightly tapped his back while walking beside him.
A bit of pink dusting his cheeks, he rubbed his neck self-consciously, “Ah, our team’s been working hard. Thank you.”
But you missed the way his cheeks flushed, because you were looking up ahead, scanning the contents of the store refrigerator.
Smiling, you turned to the upperclassman, “Can you wait for me here? I’ll get us the milk.” He nodded and sat down on a nearby stone bench shaded by towering green trees. The noontime sun was high, but the wind was breezy. He watched the soft whipping of your hair as you chose from the selection of milk flavors.
And you came back with two cold cartons of peach milk.
“F/n-san, you got my favorite.” You turned the carton over in your hands, confused, “Hmm? Don’t they all taste the same?”
Poking the straw through the foil opening, Kogure replied, “There’s a rabbit on the box, so this one’s the best.”
Watching him sip the milk, you suddenly burst into laughter, sweet like musical chimes, “You act like a grown up sometimes, but you’re a kid just like me, aren’t you, senpai?” You covered your mouth with a slender hand.
“Don’t tell me you show up for training with a bunny shirt on.”
His glasses glinted in the sunlight. “Maybe? You’d have to watch me practice to see that, F/n-san.”
Your eyes met his. Glittering. “Oh? I’ll start coming then.”
