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.
SLAM DUNK AND DAIYA ARE MY LATESF OBESSIONS TOO! if you accept sd requests could u write abt confessing to the boys (whoever u like) and their reaction? 👉👈 my personal favs are mitsui and sendoh
Slam Dunk request!! Also taste, Mitsui is my favorite!! I had a lot of fun writing this
Feat. Mitsui, Sendoh, Sakuragi
Mitsui
Ok, ok, he’s imagined this exact moment countless times
And he’s fully prepared, or he thought he was
But now you’re standing in front of him, saying all these nice things
You tell him that you’ve kept an eye on him, how happy you were to see his growth
And how you love to watch him play, and that you admire him
The more you pile on the compliments, the more his composure slips and now he’s standing in front of you with a bright red face
He’s over the moon
When you finally finish he just stands there for a second trying to come up with a response
“Thanks.” Is what he settles on
You turn to leave, interpreting the awkwardness as rejection
And now it’s his turn, “Wait, no, I accept!”
Her spins you around and holds you by your shoulders
“I’ll go out with you!” He emphasizes his point by grabbing your hands. “Let’s go out right now!”
He took you to a cafe, it was nice, he was still very awkward but he should warm up to you by the next date
Sendoh
He’s definitely received confessions before, but none from you
When you pulled him aside after class, he already knew what was going to happen from your flushed face and the way you wouldn’t meet his eyes
But he’s not going to save you from any embarrassment, in the past, he may have turned down girls before their confession started to save them from saying things they’ll regret, but not you
He lets you stutter through each word, singing his praises, until your face was as hot as it gets
He watches you with that lazy smile on his face, until you reach the climax where you finally divulge what you brought him here to say, a much more genuine smile overtakes his face
“I’d love to go out with you.” Is his simple response as he brings a hand up to ruffle your hair
You push his hand away and he laughs.
“So, where are you taking me?” You stall for second, having not planned for this
“Ice cream?”
“Sounds good.”
You take him for ice cream, he continued to tease you throughout the entire date
Sakuragi
He has absolutely no idea why you’ve lured him out here
A little afraid
Then you start spilling your feelings
He’s still a little confused, you know you’re talking to him, right? Maybe you’re using him as practice, you know that’s kinda cruel right?
But then you get a little more specific, talking about how you love his red hair, how you know he’s a big sweetheart, and how you love watching him play and he’s starting to catch on
But just to clarify that this confession is in fact for him, he asks
“So, this confession, is meant for me?”
“Who else, dummy!”
He takes another second to fully process it before he’s exploding with joy
“Yes!!” He is literally jumping. “I accept, I accept!!”
“Wait, I have to do something!!”
He runs off and you can distantly hear him yelling, “No more making fun of me, I’ve got a s/o now! And before all of you!!”
He runs back to you smiling maniacally with a new bruise on his face, “Now that that’s done, I’ll take you out!”
He took you to an arcade, swinging your conjoined hands as you walked the whole way with a dumb grin on his face
in which you're supposed to confess how you feel for your high school friend, but he knows what you're up to...
tw: sendoh x fem!reader, aged up/mature characters, lots of banter, fluff, long read (ish)
(edit: notes are here, if y'all a little curious.^^ i'm sorry in advance, i don't beta these stuff. i just really appreciate sendoh.^^ byeee)
"good evening, bestie. sorry i'm late."
you and akira sendoh go way back: you were always in the same class since freshman year, became friends, and now colleagues at ryonan high faculty. while you drifted away for a few years (when you both got busy and pursued your own paths), you warmed up to each other again when he turned up here at your alma mater.
"you shouldn't be working so hard, you know. we still have tomorrow." he starts the conversation, pulling a chair from a desk (that's not his) and crossing his arms on the headrest, eyes on you. he's wearing a dark blue hoodie and sweatpants, looking refreshed.
it's past 6pm and you're still in the faculty room, checking your students' essays on one assigned reading. your fellow teachers have called it a day save for you and sendoh.
"i just want to sleep in peace tonight. besides, i'm nearly done checking these." you tell him, showing off the stack of papers that you finished checking.
he chuckles. "good for you, then! can you can finish quicker so i can drive you home?" he hovers on your shoulder, scanning the paper you're currently reading.
you boop the tip of his nose with your pen to halt him from bugging you further. "maybe if you'll behave, then i can finish right away." you answer sternly, but with amused eyes darting at him.
he pouts and backs off, but not far enough from you still. "i'm sorry, miss (L/N). will you send me to detention for my behavior?"
that mischievous voice is something you've always put up with. you giggle and shake your head.
but all these aside, since there's only the two of you here, you realize that now's the perfect time to confront tell him how you feel. so you turn your swivel chair to face him, crossing your legs and arms on your lap. you almost look like a therapist.
knowing you, he can sense that there could be a serious conversation. he mirrors your current stance and smirks. "tell me about it, (Y/N)."
"akira. we were classmates since high school, freshman year to be exact."
he nods. "that's correct."
"from first year to third year, you were consistently incredible in basketball. many girls swooned over you, they were even asking me to give them your number. but of course i didn't."
he howls with laughter. "right. it was ridiculous. but that was the price of fame, i guess. but i gotta credit you for keeping my personal information private!"
"nah. i'm just selfish and petty."
"oh. well thank you still, for being selfish and petty, i guess."
"you're welcome. i watched almost all of your game, though."
"i know. thank goodness you didn't have an army of cheering squad."
you hit his arm with force and chuckle, clearly recalling who he's alluding to. "no, not a chance, akira. like i said, selfish, but not that petty."
he nods to acknowledge your efforts in the past. "appreciate it, (Y/N)."
"and i know how hard you practiced to achieve high rankings. especially with coach taoka being brutal. so when you're not in class, i'd lend you my notes at the end of the day or the following day."
"yes, i remember that, too. if not for you, i don't think i could play all the way. you're the true MVP."
"nah. what choice do i have?"
"you could've let me flunk, but you didn't." he raises both eyebrows at you and winks.
your cheeks flush with that stupid face he made. he also made a good point. you simply shrug. "of course i didn't. we're friends, right?"
that's the problem. we're only friends, (Y/N).
his eyes on you suddenly turn serious, like in those games where he reads the opponent's moves. "but no, really, (Y/N). tell me something."
you uncross your legs and lean your arms over your thighs. it's the most unserious stance just because you don't know how you'll break it to him. and yet you continue to interrogate him, "you played for the national team, didn't you?"
he nods. "i did for a while. but other players were more passionate than me. i think winning a few times is amazing. it brings pride and joy to everyone, most especially to myself. but i think winning once should be enough."
you widen your eyes and cackle. "i can't believe you just said that, akira!"
he blinks at you, but also amused at your reaction, he laughs along. "i sounded stupid, didn't i?"
you wave your hands and shake your head vehemently. "no! i mean, winning only once? you wanted to reign supreme, didn't you? your younger self will be terrified if he'd hear you talking like that."
he scoffs. "ah," he straightens up and motions his swivel chair closer to you. "(Y/N), i think it's because when we're young, we're just hungry for everything. you used to be hungry for extra credits, school projects, recognition, and so on, right? i was hungry for wins, to be number one. you knew it back then, everyone knew. but once i got what i wanted–the win, the glory, all that jazz–i realized i had to stop or else i'd be greedy. it's great to experience it, but you shouldn't be up there at all times."
there's a change in his aura when he said those words. he just seems wiser and happier now that you're older. it makes you want him even more.
you smile and nod at him. "got it. winning is a great feeling, but being up there in the top could corrupt you."
he nods back. "precisely. besides, i feel that something's still lacking."
suddenly, he pauses from all the talking. crossing one leg over his knee and his arms on his chest, his gaze moves from the floor to you. tell me about it… how about i tell her about it instead–
he licks his lips and exhales through the mouth. he drags his chair closer to you again, making you lean back on your own chair. but he carries on, tone seemingly more confident than ever. "you might ask why i'm here at our beloved ryonan, teaching PE and coaching basketball instead of hooping again for myself."
you shrug. "teaching is a noble job. but yeah i've got to admit, i didn't picture you joining me here."
he grins, pulling your swivel chair to him. "there's a better opportunity for me here." he boops your nose with his index finger. "what if i pictured myself being with you?"
what is the maximum level of redness that your skin can take? because you feel your cheeks just reached that threshold. you cannot believe him. nope. what is happening? it should be me confessing–
you glance at his eyes once more. they are twinkling, there's not only mischief in them, there's something more that's fueling him. a small smile forms on your lips. "well, tell me about it, akira."
he shakes his head. "words get in the way. let me show you, (Y/N)."
because he inches closer to you, you cannot resist brushing that spiky "porcupine" hair that he still sports, making you both giggle and stare at each other. he tilts your chin up, temporarily suspending the height difference since you're both seated. with just a breath away from each other, he softly asks, "may i?"
you look from his mouth to his eyes, batting your lashes and not holding back a wide smile. "please."
he grins as his lips capture yours. your eyebrows knit, faces flush. you cup his cheeks gently, while he clutches your arms and pulls you gently over to his lap. breathing in, breathing out, sighing, deepening your kiss.
you both pull away and exchange wide smiles. your foreheads start to sweat when you lean against each other, feeling your body heat rising.
still not satisfied, he pecks the corner of your lips, then presses them on yours again. you shower him more with kisses, breaths hitching, letting out sighs every now and then. neither of you dared to make out as teenagers, but now you're acting like it, as if you're making up for the time you lost when you parted ways.
both of you pull away and gaze at each other. he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. he brushes your cheek with the back of his hand and laces his fingers with yours. "take your essays home, (Y/N). i can help you." he tells you, then kisses the back of your hand.
you smile as you watch him indulge you with more smooches. "you'll help me?"
he holds back and nods, eyes turning to you again. "i'm decent in english, you know. a friend used to lend me her notes."
"don't flatter me, akira sendoh."
"but from the looks of it, she's gonna be my girlfriend now."
you grin and push his chest lightly. "real smooth, right there. but hey, it's getting late now."
and so you get yourself off from his lap to pack up your things, stacking both checked and unchecked essays in separate folders and placing them in your bag. before you can even slide the strap over your shoulder, he steals your bag for him to carry, then carries you, bridal style.
you both laugh lightly and your gazes meet again, soft and misty. "i have a feeling that we're not gonna be checking the papers, akira."
he leans in close to you and whispers, "we've waited long enough, my (Y/N). let the papers wait."
you giggle and pull the neckline of his hoodie closer to you. he presses his lips on yours again, which you gladly accept.
as part of the book club, one of your duties is to render two hours per week at the library. so today, you're manning the front desk after class.
'gosh. they always give me something to get busy with…' your eyebrows knit as you review the stack of cards before you. they're currently jumbled up and you have to arrange them alphabetically before placing them on the card catalogue. you draw a handful of cards to cross check them against the books. but before you can walk away, a towering figure arrives before your desk.
your colleague from the book club peers up and gapes. she knows you have a thing for this basketball player, so she hurriedly scrambles from her seat next to you, grabbing a handful of books. "it slipped my mind that i have new books to add to the shelves. be right back!"
"hey wait up–"
she dashes off in the blink of an eye. only three books? she's a bad actress.
that leaves you with him. you take a deep breath and clear your throat at the tall spiky haired boy before you. the sight of his stupidly handsome face and shy smile causes your cheeks to burn.
"how are you today, (L/N)?" he greets you in a hushed tone.
you're both sophomores and know each other despite being in separate sections, mainly because he visits the library once in a while, which is quite rare for student athletes like him (he and uozomi frequent the library).
not to be swayed by his presence, you calmly reply, "good afternoon, sendoh. how can i help you?"
he restrains from groaning. "aww. why are you always cold and formal to me? there's no need for that."
your eyes return to your cards. "we're not exactly friends, are we?"
he grimaces at your stern response. he places the huge hardbound book on the counter then crosses his massive hands over it, as if in a prayer. then he leans forward and asks, trying his best not to be loud, "if i can get you out of that desk and have you hang out with me, are we gonna be friends?"
his question catches you off guard that you almost fall from your seat.
to regain composure, you get up and attempt to take the book from him, but he doesn't budge.
his amused eyes meet yours. thanks to the front desk's platform as well, you're literally seeing each other eye to eye. you press your lips and sigh.
"akira sendoh, you borrowed this ornithology book a few weeks ago. my colleague said she found it in the marine animals section without a return stamp. then you checked it out again last week, and you seem intent on doing the same today… you know that you can drop off at the returned books pile, then we'll take care of the shelving, right?"
he nods, flashing another grin again. "'cause i wanted you to notice the misplaced book. ish. to my dismay, you didn't flip through it."
"because my colleague does most of the shelving duties lately, not me. returned books should always go to me though. i need to stamp the cards."
defeated, he shrugs. "my bad. had the wrong strategy for this. i'm so sorry, (L/N). guess i'll just–"
he shows you a piece of paper that's sticking out from the book. you glare at him and he hands it to you for your convenience.
the note reads:
(L/N), let me wait for you until your shift ends. dinner's on me. AS
you widen your eyes then gaze at him again, blushing and almost stupefied. "really?"
he winks at you. you can tell from his aura that he means well, along with that enthusiasm and determination.
he glances at the wall clock: it's only 10 minutes to 4pm. your shift is almost over. "i'll sit here and patiently wait for you."
he taps the book playfully with his fingertips, then he brushes your knuckles. one more smirk at you and he leaves you alone, settling himself at a table close to the front desk.
you steal a glance at him first. he has a smaller hardbound book on his hand, which he opens and starts reading. from the cover, you can tell that the title is the professor by charlotte brontë.
'is he for real?' you take a seat again, blink a few times, and pinch your forearm. you read the note again, then another glimpse at your school's star player, whose eyelids are almost drooping. you chuckle to yourself.
you find the ornithology book card and stamp it after his name. as you smooth his handwritten name, a small grin forms on your lips. you insert the card inside, and place the slightly heavy book on the side.
4pm. when sendoh hears the gliding of your metal chair, he straightens up and watches you leave the front desk. it prompts him to rise from his seat as well.
you approach him on his table and your gazes meet. sure, he's tall, but if that's your view whenever you look up, it shouldn't be too much of an effort from your end.
"hey, enemy."
you finally beam at him, making his eyes gleam more, especially at the new nickname you dropped for him. you can't help but giggle, until you find yourselves cracking up, almost breaking the library's golden rule.
