sakuragi's gaze eats at you, burning your back as he stares at you.. lovingly? god knows what he's on about, but he's looking at you all day, and the moment you look at him, he immediately either gets up and turns on his heel and shies away from you, or looks away with the hugest, most obvious dark red blush and starts laughing like an idiot. a “genius”.
“n-no! im not looking at you!? WHY would i?”
hes so obvious. literally everyone knows..
rukawa is a cocky bastard. he's subtly looking at you from time to time, during practice, listening to music, in class — but if you notice him, he huffs and looks away, his chin on his palm as he avoided you coldly. as if he wasn't the one to start it!
nonetheless, he glances at you. nobody realizes it but you — his subtleness was something that only troubles you, as you'd love to catch him looking at you. just once, without him huffing back or retorting snarky.
mitsui refuses to let you catch him. if you do, you're not seeing his face for the next 3 days straight, yet his gaze never leaves you. he's always blushing, fumbling, murmuring.. like a child in front of his favorite person.
one can call it away as shyness or embarrassment, but looking closer, he's like sakuragi — obviously lovesick.
miyagi doesn't even hide it. you catch him looking? he smiles and waves. see him blushing? he blushes harder and giggles. it doesn't matter to him — as long as it got you to notice, works just fine.
“what are you looking at, ryota?”
“..you!”
he's laughing, smiling, bright and lovey. unlike all of them, he loves it when you notice.
kogure is never normal when you're around. words barely roll out of his mouth, voice cracks, red face, sweaty hands.. you have more of a negative effect on him, especially because of his looking. his eyes admire you every second, and when you notice his obvious self, he mutters and mumbles as he busies himself with absolutely anything.
if he smiles at you when you notice him, it feels like he's possessed! no one believes their eyes when they see it..
professionalism gets the better of him, akagi doesn't look very often. though, during matches and practice, it's like a ritual for winning to look at you at least once. and no, he doesn't hide it. like, at all.
it's more of a “wish me luck„ type of glance, smirking before locking in. on normal days, though, you'd find him looking back and forth at you, and not making a reaction if you catch him.
nonchalant, say the least.
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IM SO SORRY THE PICTURES MAKE ME NAUSEOUS 😣😣 I PROMISE IT'S BC OF HOW SMALL THE SLAM DUNK FANDOM ISSSSS 🤧🥀
sendoh's future occupation (from a source close to inoue)
Hi guys, I apologize for such a long hiatus haha. My focus has mostly been on university (I graduate next year and I am not sure if I have a future in this doomed economy...) but my mind often goes back to Sendoh HAHHAHA. For being a side character in a series that has ended almost thirty years ago, he is quite enigmatic. The way he was written makes him feel like someone you may encounter in your day to day life. I feel like almost everyone has encountered a Sendoh in their life; the type of person that leaves you baffled in amazement, yet you never get to truly know the type of life they live. Either because they put up a polite distance or because you were so focused on idealizing them that you never truly got to know them as a person.
Even despite reading the series numerous times and having written many analyses about Sendoh, he remains a character shrouded in many mysteries.
Last year I had coincidentally encountered a man that was acquainted with Inoue and I looked for his account on Linkedin a while back to see if I could ask him more about the SD cast, but unfortunately, his account was deleted.
However, there is another really interesting detail about Sendoh I had forgotten to include in the post with the other special facts about him. When I asked if Inoue had a future occupation for Sendoh, I was told something very interesting: While Sendoh goes on to "do many things as an adult, but one of his biggest dreams is to open a cafe by the seaside" AND THIS IS JUST SO HIM???? It suits him so well, especially as the type of person who likes to observe others and the world around him.
I imagine him being known as the hot owner that everyone gushes about, who makes lots of conversation with his visitors, and yet they don't know much about him. I think he'd live a peaceful and relaxed life.
Probably the first time ever posting slam dunk related art here. This is for a test phone charm print. I’m still not sure if the shape will work, but I like how I drew it.
Hi~ your post on study session headcanons was so relatable for me, because I’m preparing for exams right now! Wish Kogure-sempai could keep me company while I revise… Sigh
Would you do headcanons for Mitsui, Rukawa, Kogure, and how they’d make up with their s/o after an fight?
Thank you so much! Keep up the good work!
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⸝⸝ tl;dr : fights are always the worst thing to have with your partner. work features mitsui, rukawa, kogure, and you !
⸝⸝ note : not really hurt/comfort, but more so just the comfort after talking it out with the sd boys ! and thank u sm, peach, wishing you the best on exams ! (even though its vv late) =DD
you don't even remember what you fought about . was it a conflict on schedules ? were you being too clingy ? or lack thereof ? whatever it was, it felt awful .
mitsui hisashi . . .
look, i love the guy, but he's not the best at communication
chances are, he'll be giving you the cold shoulder for a couple of days, even though his heart yearns for your presence and his eyes automatically search for your name whenever his phone lights up with a notification
i feel like he'd be a bit prideful, not replying for hours on end and giving you terse replies whenever you speak — like i said, awful communication skills !!
secretly though, he'd be asking his friends for advice — kogure, specifically. and to some extent akagi as well; he knows that both of them are level-headed enough to hear both yours and his side of the story.
eventually, he breaks ; he misses being around you : (
mitsui stops you just as you were about to leave the room. it was late afternoon, the sun's rays slanting through the classroom windows. dust motes swirl lazily in the light as mitsui steps towards you once, twice, three times, until eventually you two are facing each other. his eyes are downcast, his feet shuffling on the worn wooden floors.
"look, i - uh -" he starts, and he curses. why the hell can't he talk ?
even when you're not doing anything, you can still render him speechless.
he stops, takes a deep breath, starts again. "i just wanted to say that i'm sorry, for you know, not answering your messages and not calling you back. ignoring you. i - i have no excuse for that; and i'm not proud of it, either. but i just wanna say that, whatever we fought about, we- we can talk it out, if you're okay with that. i wanna make this right. i don't like being in fights with you, and it feels weird, not talking to you. and the thing is, i-"
he sighs again, his gaze finally coming up to meet yours. his words come out in a whisper, his statement meant for you and you only.
"- i missed you."
kogure kiminobu . . .
easily the best communicator out of the three !!
he's the type of person that strives to end any miscommunication before it could even begin, so fights and arguments with him are infrequent, if not completely rare
the only scenario i can see wherein you'd get in a fight with him is about how maybe you're working too hard -- studying from the time you get home to the early hours of morning with no breaks in-between
kogure hates seeing you suffer, so often times he tries to offer advice, even if you don't want or need it
eitherway, an argument would happen ; maybe some hurtful words were thrown around, words that neither of you meant
regardless of who instigated, kogure would always be the one to first make amends
all around you, the world goes on -- students chatting excitedly over lunch, footsteps echoing all across the campus, birds and cars and people all just trying to move forward. but in this corner of the school, the one with the flowering cherry tree behind the cafeteria, the world only consisted of you and him.
you fidget with the water bottle in your hands, the condensation making your palms wet. the sweltering noontime heat makes you dizzy. (or was it from your lack of sleep?)
you raise your handkerchief to swipe at your sweat, but kogure beats you to it -- gently, he dabs his at your forehead, then your cheeks, then your neck. his hands are cool despite the heat.
"i'm sorry for what i said the other day," he says as he cools you down. "i ... i just don't want to see you having a hard time. i know that your deadlines were near and you have so much to do but i just really don't like seeing you so ... tired. you haven't been talking much lately and i haven't seen you smile all week so i - i just --"
"kiminobu." you cut him off, leaning your cheek into his palm. kogure's heart pounds in his chest ; you say his name so sweetly, so softly. "it's okay."
"are you sure?" he stammers, leaning forward to caress your face better. "it's just that i know i said some things that i shouldn't have said and it's --"
"kiminobu," you repeat again, your tone firm but gentle at the same time. you rest the weight of your head on his palms (along with the weight you've been feeling all week) and you smile at him. "it's okay."
kogure stares at you for a moment, then he smiles back, his eyes crinkling and a laugh spilling from his lips.
"okay," he repeats, nodding his head. "okay." he laughs, and it feels like he's weightless, floating on cloud nine.
rukawa kaede . . .
not much to say for rukawa tbh
but in all seriousness, the aftermath of your fights with rukawa would be silent and cold. much like mitsui, he tends to prioritize his pride and sore heart over actually making amends with you.
but that doesn't mean he doesn't care !
more often than not, he ends up with his fingers hovering over his phone's keyboard, trying desperately to think of a way to apologize to you, before sighing and just turning his phone off
he plays basketball to let off the steam, and also to occupy his mind from the lack of your presence : (
the sounds of rukawa's basketball hitting the floor echoes throughout the empty gym, mixing in with the sounds of cicadas chirping in the trees. moths gather under lamplights, their wings silvery in the night.
bam-bam-bam goes the ball, before his pace stuttersto a halt. he wipes the sweat off his forehead and checks the time -- 7 pm. that's enough practice for one day.
the cold night air greets him as he walks out the gym. as he swings his leg over his bike, he sees a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
"you're still here," he states, deadpan. he still hasn't figured out how to apologize to you, and his stiffness shows in his voice.
"yeah," you reply, clutching your bag tighter. you had been in the library with your classmates up until that point, working hard to finish a group project before tomorrow's deadline.
silence between the two of you. you walk on, and so does he, the click-click-click of his bike wheels the only sound disrupting the quiet turmoil of each other's thoughts.
the two of you exit the school campus, and for a moment you both falter on the concrete sidewalk, shoes scuffling the grit underfoot.
"i'll- i'll go this way, then," you mutter. what the hell, he hates this! everything feels so ... stilted. before rukawa could reply, you turn on your heel and start walking in the direction of the train station.
you barely manage three steps before rukawa cycles by, blocking you with his bike. he takes your bag and puts it in the front basket. pats the passenger seat of his bike with a determined gaze. "i'll take you home," he says. his voice is softer now.
there wasn't much else to do except to sit on the backseat of his bike and let him pedal you home, the night air causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin.
"wrap your arms around me," rukawa instructs. the wind carries his words, lifts it to your ear. you swear his breath hitches just the tinest bit when you do what he says, adding in a small nuzzle to his side for good measure.
"i'm sorry," you whisper after a while, voice half-muffled by the fabric of his coat. your fingers toy with the zipper of his jacket.
rukawa is silent for a bit, then he takes one hand off the handlebar and puts it atop yours. he intertwines your fingers with his, squeezing. his pulse vaguely thumps through his skin, sending beats vibrating through your palm.
"i'm sorry, too."
