HIHI IM SO HAPPY UR BACK!! i WILL be liking every post. i was wondering if u can so sakuragi, mitsui, and sendoh finding out s/o has a extensive stuffed animal collection? (and maybe they have one that’s like 3 feet long that they sleep w every night 🤗🤗) TYSMM IF U DO WRITE THIS 😝😝
lmfaoooo I'm in class rn but this is funny asf so ill do it
sd boys with their s/o's stuffed animals
mitsui
Ngl when he first sees them he's gonna say some CORNY shi like "Wow so they all get to sleep with you but I can't," as a joke and then he'd be embarrassed asf when he realizes how it comes off LMAOO
He would definitely cuddle up with them. Like you'll be studying at the desk in your room, meanwhile Mitsui is cuddling up with all of them in your bed while being on his phone
If you didn't name then he'd give every single one of them names
This mf would definitely talk to them HAHAHA. Like you'd be busy doing something downstairs and then go back to your room and you'd catch him having a whole conversation with them. You would neverrrrrr let that die down
sendoh
He'd laugh about it sooo much initially. But only because he thinks its rlly cute
You know his federal ass is gonna ask you so many questions about each and every one of them. When/where you got them, what their names are. But he'd be genuinely curious and amused about it.
He'd ask for one of them to keep with him, so that "you can be be around in some kind of way," and he'd keep it in his bed every night. He'd send you selfies of him laying up with it as a goodnight
And now he knows what to get you as presents HAHA he'd add onto the stuffed animal collection and get you a shitton.
Now whenever he sees you he's going to be like "how are you and your plushies doing?" LOL
He would remember each and every one of their names
sakuragi
Like Sendoh, he'd also think it was really cute HAHA
He'd ask you about their names and try to remember them but he'd get them all mixed up
You already know he is gonna be cuddling up with them too lmfao, he'd have each and every one of them in his arms while he's napping
He'd tell all his homies about it like "omg I went into her room and she's so cute, she has all these stuffed animals." And his gang is just gonna be laughing at how that all this mf did when he had the chance to be in a girls room is just cuddle with her plushies
Now if you guys ever go to an amusement park or claw machine, he's gonna give it his ALL to try and win you one of those bear plushies. He'd blow all his money and still not win it, but hey, its the thought that counts LOLLL
If you're up to you, maybe some headcanons for dating Mitsui or Sakuragi?
Dating Hanamichi Sakuragi
When I tell you this boy is head over heels in love with you.
You had to be the first one to confess, because Sakuragi after being rejected so many times became so DENSE and didn't have a clue that you liked him although there were signs.
And when you do, he's actually convinced that Yohei and the rest of the gang are playing a prank on him.
But when he realizes that you're being serious, he has to take a day off from school to process that.
After you become a couple, Sakuragi is all about BRAGGING.
Always has an arm around your waist, or shoulders, having you sit on his lap. And with the biggest smug face anyone has ever seen.
He likes to show you off but not in a materialistic way, he's seriously proud of you (and himself for landing you lmao).
Introduces you to the gang, they like you a lot and you love spending time with them!
Always up to some shenanigans with you and the troupe.
Takes you on sooo many dates at first, he had a date-wish list since he started middleschool, just in case he ever got a partner.
Despite still being a hot-head and arrogant, he's so sweet and caring.
You go to all his games and cheer on him the loudest.
If he's whistled by the ref, he'll shout at him in anger for embarrassing him in front of you.
"CAN'T YOU SEE THAT MY PARTNER IS OVER THERE MORON?"
Dating Hisashi Mitsui
Mitsui would wait for a partner until he's more mentally okay, so you two would get together after he joins the team back.
Mitsui is very regretful of his past, and would try to hide it for as long as he can during your relationship.
He likes you so much, he doesn't want his delinquent past to be a deal-breaker.
But he finds it hard to keep secrets from you and eventually will tell you everything.
He feels so grateful to have you when you wrap his arms around him and reassure that you still love him no matter what, and that you're so relieved that he's in a better place now.
You helped a lot honestly.
Mitsui would think about the most perfect dates. Going out for a walk in the park, then out for a drink, a fancy restaurant.
Honestly I think you would be his first experience, since he was at first too focused on basketball, and then too lost to think about a relationship.
But he's doing so well, he treats you right.
His love language would be acts of service and gifts I think.
Not that big on PDA, he can get embarrassed, but he loves to hold your hand in public or have his arm wrapped around your shoulders while walking.
Sometimes his insecurities strike him back and you have to cheer him up and reassure him that he's good enough.
He will try his best at games knowing that you're watching.
If you're a sporty type, he'll suggest trying some basketball basics in a street court.
He tries to teach you 3-point throws!
Introduces you to the Shohoku team and invites you to team dinners, if they have any.
In general, although sometimes he underestimates himself, Mitsui would be such a thoughtful, caring partner.
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
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.”
you and mitsui usually stream the basketball game in the morning, but it happens to be his birthday today.^^
16+/18+ due to suggestive dialogues (??), matured/aged up characters. hisashi mitsui and fem!reader.
during basketball season, it's your habit as a couple to stream the live games in the morning. besides, your work doesn't start until the afternoon. sometimes you watch with well-prepared breakfast food, sometimes it's popcorn and iced coffee if it's a tad too early (like 7am). it's like your movie date nights, but only with more lively reactions, as if you're watching in the arena yourselves.
your man, hisashi mitsui, is quite emotional when watching basketball despite looking like he could finish off four men in one fight (you know he did back then…) he groans when his team misses or gets a foul. he cheers, jumps, and turns to you grinning and laughing when they score or take the lead. for you, he's quite the spectacle more than the game itself. it makes your heart swell and proud of him, especially now that he teaches basketball and on his way to possibly coach a high school team full time.
the halftime break is usually your time to discuss: he shares how he finds the game, makes comments on the players and the strategies as if he's got his own halftime talk show. and you don't mind. you know how passionate he is and how good of an athlete he is, too.
you also say what's on your mind, to the point of debating about the fouls that the referees call out. but in the end, you both laugh and shrug it off since you have no control of the game.
mitsui sits on the couch again and grabs the popcorn, taking a handful to his mouth. he's satisfied with the game so far, with his team wrapping up the second quarter with a 3-point lead. soapbox ready, he turns to your side, but you're not there.
"babe?" he calls out. but he doesn't hear a response. he heads to the kitchen. and at 9:30am, he finds you lighting candles on a small cake. his eyes widen and he gasps. he nearly forgot about what day it is today.
you look up at him, motioning your index finger to come a little closer. he grins and shakes his head.
he takes a closer look at the top of the cake: there's a prominent number "14" on it, intricately created with red, white, and light purple flowers. below the cake, there's an icing text that says happy birthday to my forever MVP. (you tried your damned best not to put MVP in the streets, daddy on the sheets.)
his cheeks flush and his eyes twinkle. you sing him the happy birthday song while he embraces you from behind and leans his head on your shoulder. there are butterflies on his stomach, his heart pitter patters. he couldn't be any more grateful for this pleasant surprise.
after the song. you raise the cake and whisper "make a wish, birthday boy."
he stares at the cake for a few seconds, whispering his wish to the universe–even if it seems futile to do so as he couldn't ask for more right now–and then he blows the candles.
but because he tightens his grip on your waist, you suddenly push a little of the cake on his face. white icing lands on the tip of his nose and a little on his lips.
you bite your own lips, but you're bad at holding back your laughter right now. "oops."
to avenge himself, mitsui kisses your cheek for your fair share of the icing. you cannot help but giggle, forcing you to land the cake on the counter right away and run away from him. but he grabs the two clean forks laying on the counter, also takes the cake, and follows you to the living room. just in time before the second half of the game starts.
on the couch, you continue your icing smearing competition until he halts with a stare, leaning in to lick the icing off of your lips.
you huff and softly laugh. "really, babe?"
"really."
"that was gross."
"acting all prim and proper now, huh?"
you shake your head and cup his cheeks with both your sticky hands. "just kidding. i love you." you wipe off the icing from his nose and cheeks with your thumb and brush your lips on his.
you both grin. this leads to an exchange of bite-sized smooches (whatever that means). he pushes you on the couch, your arms automatically cling around his neck while his hands cup your jaw.
"it's not too early for some creaming, yes?" he asks you in his low voice and winks.
you giggle and punch his chest playfully. "what about the game?"
he flashes a sly smile. "it's my birthday, babe. i can do whatever i want."
it cannot be helped that on some days, you both ignore the second half of the game regardless of how well your team is doing.
if it’s okay, id love to see you write for sawakita, kiyota, and mitsui having a first kiss with their s/o
Feat. Mitsui, Sawakita, & Kiyota
Mitsui
At 6:00 PM on a Sunday afternoon, Mitsui found himself, laying on your bedroom floor, watching a horror movie with you.
He wishes he could tell you anything that happened but he honestly cannot. All he remembers is how close you laid next to him, that your shoulders were touching and that when he turns his head your face is right there.
When the credits finally roll, his head is already turned in your direction when you look at him. The room is still dark, light peeking through the covered windows.
“I think it was pretty good.” You say to him.
“Yeah, me too.” He is barely listening as his eyes flick down from your eyes to your lips.
You take notice and begin to lean in, but then alarm bells are going off in Mitsui’s head. He’s never kissed anyone, and here you are leaning towards him, but laying sideways. The kiss just got 10 times more complicated. Does he go for the top lip or the bottom? Does it matter? What if it really really does?
He sighs before deciding on, “Can you sit upright? So I can do this right?”
You laugh, relieved that he only stopped the kiss just to get a better angle.
Once the two of you sat upright he placed a hand on your face, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. It’s slow but firm. When he pulls away he has to hide the huge grin trying to overtake his face.
Sawakita
Sawakita had always been slow with his advances. You had asked him out, knowing of his feelings for months, and never receiving a confession, so you took matters into your own hands.
Now a month into dating and he had yet to kiss you. You knew what you had to do.
On a trip to the beach, after a day in the sun, you sat side by side on a nearly empty beach, soon to pack up and leave.
“We should do this again soon.” Sawakita said to you, smiling brightly at you.
You looked over at him, the sun casting a warm light on his lightly sunburnt face, and you knew.
“We really should.” You smile back, placing a hand on his shoulder, pulling him forward a bit as you place your lips onto his.
Pulling away you see his bright red face and wide eyes.
“You just kissed me.” He says slowly, still staring at you owlishly.
“I did.”
“We should do this again soon.” He tries to say nonchalantly while looking away from you. A smug grin ghosting his face.
“Yeah, if you can ever work up the courage to do it again.” You sigh, rolling your eyes.
“I was just waiting for the right moment! You beat me to it.” He defends. “I’ll definitely be the one to do it next time.”
Kiyota
“So this is what you needed me for so desperately?” You ask as you climb through the window, joining Kiyota on his roof.
That was five weeks ago that you two started dating. Five weeks with almost no progress.
“I wasn’t desperate! I just said that I wanted to see you is all…” He trailed off as he avoided meeting your eyes.
You sat down next to him, dangling your legs off the roof, so close your knees nearly bumped. “Seemed to me like you’d die if I didn’t come.”
“God whatever…” Kiyota scoffed and then fell into an uncharacteristic silence.
You studied his clouded expression before you spoke again. “Is there something wrong? Something you want to tell me?” You leaned in to further inspect his face for a sign.
His face slowly shifted, a smirk forming as he looked up at you. “You’re so worried about me.” He grinned. “It’s more something I have to show you.”
“What is it?”
“This.”
Kiyota lightly took your face into his hands as he leaned in, pressing a firm kiss on your lips, a cheeky grin enveloping his face as he pulled back.
You sat stunned. “Couldn’t have given a warning?” You asked, covering your face.
“Nuh-uh. Had to be a surprise.” He pulled you into his side, slinging an arm across your shoulder.
Finally, I’m healthy again. This took wayyy too long, but I got it done! I did it for my basketball boys that I love so much.
in the kitchen, he finds you whipping up your breakfast and dancing to this famous wham! song. he leans on the doorframe and taps one foot, beaming as he watches you do what you do without a care in the world.
when you feel him observing, you invite him to join you, trying to drag him to the kitchen floor. he's reluctant at first, but after some puppy-eyed convincing, he caves in.
what he's gifted with on the basketball court, he lacks it on the dance floor. while you aren't skilled either, you love this song and you always have the urge to move whenever you hear it. so you keep going, you can't help but crack up as you two watch each other groove like idiots.
as the song fades, he hugs you from behind, sprinkling you with kisses on your cheeks and whispering sweet nothings, which make you giggle. you crane your neck to do the same, but on another attempt, he lets it land on his lips instead. and so you turn to face him and plant a proper smooch on the lips, twining your arms around his neck. instead of making out, you end up bursting into fits of laughter to the point of your bellies aching.
speaking of bellies, you pull away when you remember that your food might get cold. he helps you prepare breakfast by setting the table and making coffee.
"you love your best friends, but they love each other more" kind of situation...
tw: mature/aged up characters, R16-R18, kogure x mitsui, kogure x fem!reader, mitsui x fem!reader, kogure x mitsui x fem!reader, mito x fem!reader, bizarre love triangle (ish) / hints of polyamory, unrequited love, hurt/angst, wedding setting
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if the themes make you uncomfortable or triggers you in any way, it would be fine to leave.^^
pic sources: 1, 2; if you know the original source, please do let me know too
although this can be read as a standalone fic, here's the link to part 2.
thank you 🙇🏻♀️
- moon
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seven years after high school, friday evening.
No walls can keep me protected
No sleep, nothing in between me and the rain
And you can't save me now
I'm in the grip of a hurricane
I'm going to blow myself away
- hurricane drunk, florence + the machine
the swinging music starts blaring at the wedding reception and you witness couples and friends gamely occupying the dance floor. of all the lads, the dapper groom in glasses asks you to dance with him.
your hands tremble as you reach arm in arm. you lift your head to meet kiminobu kogure’s bespectacled eyes then marvel at this sight of him: suave in a white suit, hair pushed back which highlights his fine features, and of course, his signature smile that's enough to light up an entire town. it's his night, after all.
this dance is all too familiar since you were present during the rehearsals: he and mitsui wanted to do their first dance flawlessly. as their closest friend, they wanted to know your thoughts on how they're doing.
"my heart is full, seeing you getting married, min. you did a wonderful first dance earlier, by the way, you had me in tears." you start, adding a light squeeze on his arm.
he chuckles and nods in agreement. "we couldn't have done it without you, (Y/N). you mean the world to us."
sure, you can still spend time together at work and have meaningful exchanges about sports education. at least you can avoid mentions of personal matters. but to have lunch alone with him on weekdays, then with him again plus mitsui on weekends, it won't be the same…
the ceiling lights keep shifting. as they shine upon you two briefly, you bask in your last private moment with him.
inhale, exhale. "between you and mitsui though, i think you're more breathtaking. but don't tell him i said that!"
compliments often make him fluster, especially when they come from you. "why thank you, (Y/N). have i told you that you look stunning yourself? all these fish in the sea and no one has volunteered to be your plus one for the night?"
'the only fish that i yearn for took a fucking bait from another,' instead of blurting these out loud, you press your lips then curve them up to smile."well, it's quite an honor to be stolen by the groom before anyone else!"
"you could've turned me down." he beams brightly back at you followed by a wink.
"who am i to turn you down? why would i do that?" you mean every word of it.
"because–"
the lucky one who caught this fish, hisashi mitsui, approaches you two. like his man, he appears polished in his white suit and ever fresh. never have you seen him in such high spirits before. "am i interrupting something here? and my my, we're in the company of a goddess tonight, babe. did you know you're turning heads, (Y/N)?" he gushes as his arms envelope both of you.
"isn't she mesmerizing, babe?" kogure exclaims, finding mirth in showering you with praises.
"more than she could ever know." mitsui confirms, scanning your form from head to toe and back. he heaves and a dash of pink tints his cheeks.
you roll your eyes and scoff at the lovebirds. your hair's styled in a bun, neatly done by the hairdresser assigned to you. for your dress, you chose this v-neck empire cut style with sheer mesh sleeves. since the entourage is in merlot-colored suits and dresses, you went for a pair of silver open high-heeled shoes. earlier, ayako, haruko, and the other ladies in your entourage adored you. the notorious starting five and pretty much everyone from the team dropped their compliments, which led to teasing you to meet someone, get married next, yada yada yada.
despite the seemingly pleasant turn of events so far, and although you want to keep kogure to yourself, you know that there's nothing you can do about it.
you pull away from your dance partner and his partner. "thank you, besties. but interrupting? heck no, not at all! hisashi, min's all yours. the lights are blinding me, though. i think i'll sit down for now..."
you pat kogure's cheeks gently and turn around, but mitsui pulls you back.
you find yourself sandwiched between the two grooms for the nth time. the taller one glides his hand from your shoulder to arm, then snakes it around your waist. his other arm draws his husband closer by the waist as well.
mitsui dips his head and breathes down on the crook of your neck, then his mouth reaches your ear. "dance with us, (Y/N). please. it doesn't feel right without you." he purrs in that voice you know quite well. you claw on his wrist that's gripping your waist and whimper.
kogure scowls at the sight of you two, nudging his husband on his rib. "not in front of people, babe." he hisses.
how long have you dealt with this? 'please (Y/N), it won't be fun without you!' 'aww but who else would keep up with us? we can't ask akagi to tag along, he's a very busy man! besides it feels empty without you.' in all those times, you never turned them down.
staying cool and composed, you glance at your best friends and force a smile. "sorry, i need to go to the ladies' room." your voice cracks as you excuse yourself and leave them behind.
among the crowd, you tread your way out when a sharp-dressed fella with pompadour hair approaches you, shorter than the newlyweds but a tad taller than you. you know him as the most well-put-together delinquent among the first years, and he still exudes confidence tonight at first glance.
yohei mito observes distance from you despite the busy movements around. "do you mind if i have this dance with you, miss (L/N)?" he invites you warmly, offering you his hand.
without thinking twice, you smirk and take his hand.
from your peripheral vision, you witness mitsui leaning in close to his husband, prompting the latter to shake his head, then they burst out laughing to the point of tears. as they collect themselves again, a slow dance song plays and they pace along to it. one with his hands relaxed around his partner's neck and the other around his partner's waist. their foreheads meet, and they grin ear to ear. the smaller groom cups the face of the taller groom and plants a tender smooch on his lips.
noticing your faraway eyes and your sullen face, mito furrows his eyebrows and pouts. he clears his throat, loud enough to snap out of your intrusive thoughts. you reply with a half smile.
"do you want to head out for a breather or something?" he asks, although it's more of a suggestion than a question.
Hi ! I was wondering if you’d write about slam dunk boys of your choice reaction to their crush being cheated on ? Who’d comfort her , beat the guy up , and who’ll use it as a chance to get her heart ? I love your work >~<
omg thank you kind anon. this was interesting to think about so i hope you like it 😳😳😳
sd boys seeing their crushes getting cheated on
Kiyota
He would be MAD pissed seeing the dude that his crush is with cheating on her with someone else.
I don’t think Kiyota is a violent person, but he would be confrontational and go straight up to the dude. Kiyota would talk HELLA shit, calling the dude an ungrateful ass, and saying he had fatherless behavior 💀
He would go up to you while grabbing the guy, and describe what he saw him doing. Boy would go into DETAIL, and he’d threaten the dude if he tried denying.
Tbh I don’t think he would use it as an opportunity to get with you. He knows that pining after you when you’re hurt emotionally is a douche move, but I do think he would tell you something along the lines of “Don’t worry, there’s better guys out there, like yours truly,” in a joking way.
Mitsui
Okay, I think we all know that he would be hella mad seeing that. And boy isn’t gonna let that slide either
He had heard from you about your boyfriend and he knew that you really liked him, so seeing that same dude being unfaithful to the girl that he likes so much would set him off. I think he’d lowkey go back to his delinquent ways 💀
Mitsui would call at the dude like “hey you, come here” and give him a good punch in the face. He’d hit the dude some more and insult him too, bro would go off. But at some point he realizes that both you (and coach anzai) wouldn’t appreciate seeing him fight, so he stops himself from getting more violent.
He would yell at the dude and tell him to break up if he’s gonna hoe around. I think he would also go to you and mention what he saw. He wouldn’t be sure of how to comfort you but he’d try his best to say nice things and help you feel better
Sakuragi
If Mitsui is mad, then Sakuragi is PISSED. He would be like a ticking time bomb ready to go OFF.
He wouldn’t have any restraint, if he saw the dude his crush was with cheating on her, it’s on sight. He’s also pissed seeing how the guy his crush is into being a total douche. I think he’d be thinking of how much better he is and that he’d never be so disloyal to a girl.
Sakuragi would go BOLTING to that dude the instant he saw the cheating. He would headbutt that dude and continue whopping him. He wouldn’t show any self restraint and I think he would continue until there was an outside force stopping him (like his crush or his friends).
He would 100% take the chance to win the girl. Sakuragi would tell her how that guy was shitty and that she has way better options. I think he would show himself off and talk about all his qualities, but, he also knows that his crush isn’t in a good spot mentally and I think he would try to comfort (even if he’s not sure what to do or say).
