#Anzai slam dunk

[suguruuur]

Is the mangaka of Sakamoto Days a fan of Slam Dunk because 😭😭

[rose-colored-sd]

randomly thinking about coach Anzai and Hanamichi 😪 <3

[conbiniclub]

made some slam dunk shohoku stickers!

[chelseajackarmy]

[dis-harmony]

Tag yourself: Slam dunk edition 🏀

Okay, now that I watched the entire episodes of this anime, it was so funny tbh and I loved it so much so I feel like doing this like I did with Hajime no Ippo

[aikisugi]

[321x3244]

[manta85-blog]

SLAMDUNKアニメドール安西光義バージョンスタチュードール彫刻デコレーショントイモデルフィギュア身長8-9cmスラムダンク 安西先生

[flameboymitsui]

Thank for this!!!

Tangent but I’m glad Coach Anzai’s was rectified at least in the film. There were several english translations used depending on where you watched (first release in overseas cinemas, netflix, fanmade subs) and all versions I’ve watched referred to Coach Anzai as the former player of the national team (scene when he and wifey were running, and long haired Micchan looking at them from afar)

Mitsui's MVP Award

I sometimes see Slam Dunk fans debating Mitsui's MVP Award from middle school - was that the national MVP or the prefecture MVP he won?

Honestly, I can't help but wonder if some of this confusion has to do with the English translation of the manga, which I've never read (I read Slam Dunk in Chinese and Japanese) but has been known to have made some notable translation errors. eg. Wrongly referring to Anzai as someone who'd merely competed in some national tournament at the university level, when in fact according to the Japanese and Chinese versions Anzai was on the national team.

So - what does the Japanese original have to say about Mitsui's MVP? On this, the manga is actually really clear. In Chapter #69, where Kogure visits Mitsui in the hospital following his knee injury, Kogure notices the framed photo that Mitsui has in his hospital room and asks 「この写真・・・県大会優勝の時の・・・？」　Directly translated, "This photo... is from that time when you won the prefecture tournament...?" Mitsui says yeah.

Later in this hospital scene, Mitsui says that if it weren't for Anzai, this photo (of his middle school team posing with their medals and all) wouldn't exist. (top left hand manga panel in the image below)

So based on this, we know the flashback of Mitsui's middle school match and where he meets Anzai for the first time all relates to a prefecture tournament, where they won in the final to clinch the Kanagawa prefecture championship.

This also explains why throughout the whole manga, none of the players from outside of Kanagawa seem to know about Mitsui's MVP status at all. If he and his middle school team had gone on to play at the national middle school championships (by virtue of being the prefecture champions) then they presumably didn't advance far/make enough of a splash.

The above paragraph in italics is my conjecture, but the rest of it is all canon. Hopefully this lays the debate to rest once and for all: Inoue is very clear that Mitsui was the Kanagawa prefecture MVP back in middle school, not the national MVP.

[bitchy-craft]

PICK A CARD: anime quotes that describe your future spouse’s personality

Hello and welcome to this new reading of mine! In here I will give you all some anime quotes that describe the personality of your future spouse. I hope you enjoy and find this fun!

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Pile 1:

“If you don’t like the hand that fate’s dealt you with, fight for a new one.” — Naruto Uzumaki, Naruto

“Nothing’s perfect, the world’s not perfect, but it’s there for us…” — Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist

“When you give up, that’s when the game ends.” — Mitsuyoshi Anzai, Slam Dunk

“The difference between a novice and a master is that a master has failed more times than a novice had tried.” — Koro-Sensei, Assassination Classroom

“Life is not a game of luck. If you wanna win, work hard.” — Sora, No Game No Life

“To act is not necessarily compassion. True compassion sometimes comes from inaction.” — Hinata Miyake, A Place Further Than the Universe

“Freedom is something that you need to actively acquire… To be free means to take responsibility…” — Charles Beams, Eureka Seven

“No matter how hard or impossible it is, never lose sight of your goal.” — Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

“Hurt me with the truth. But never comfort me with a lie.” — Erza Scarlet, Fairy Tail

“The best way to remove your lies is to make them come true.” — Suzaku Kururugi, Code Geass

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Pile 2:

"Tears are how our heart speaks when your lips cannot describe how much we've been hurt." – Jellal Fernandes, Fairy Tail

"Even if we forget the faces of our friends, we will never forget the bonds that were carved into our souls." – Otonashi Yuzuru, Angel Beats

"If you keep hiding your true feelings, who’s going to be happy?" – Haruhi Fujioka, Ouran High School Host Club

"Don’t make others suffer for your personal hatred." – Misato Katsuragi, Neon Genesis Evangelion

"I’m not alone. I can hear them… I can hear everyone’s voices… I can sense everyone’s feelings… I am not alone." – Ichigo Kurosaki, Bleach

"People’s feelings are memories that transcend time." – Tsubaki Sawabe, Your Lie in April

"It’s okay not to be okay as long as you are not giving up." – Karen Aijou, Revue Starlight

"Sometimes we have to look beyond what we want and do what’s best." – Piccolo, Dragon Ball Z

"You should enjoy the little detours. Because that's where you'll find the things more important than what you want." – Ging Freecss, Hunter x Hunter

"When you’re in pain, just smile. If you can’t smile, act like you can." – Yuki Sohma, Fruits Basket

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Pile 3:

"A lesson without pain is meaningless. That’s because you can’t gain something without sacrificing something else."— Edward Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

"Power comes in response to a need, not a desire. You have to create that need."— Goku, Dragon Ball Z

"A person grows up when he's able to overcome hardships. Protection is important, but there are some things a person must learn on his own."— Jiraiya, Naruto

"Forgetting is like a wound. The wound may heal, but it has already left a scar."— Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

"You should enjoy the little detours. Because that's where you'll find the things more important than what you want."— Ging Freecss, Hunter x Hunter

"A lesson you learned yourself is the one that sticks the most."— Kamina, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

"The world isn’t perfect. But it’s there for us, doing the best it can… that’s what makes it so damn beautiful."— Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

"A person grows when he pushes himself beyond the limits."— All Might, My Hero Academia

"Whether a fish lives in a clear stream or a water ditch, so long as it continues swimming forward, it will grow up beautifully."— Koro-sensei, Assassination Classroom

"It’s not the face that makes someone a monster; it’s the choices they make with their lives."— Naruto Uzumaki, Naruto

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[slamdunkhcs]

THIS IS ANOTHER ONE I THOUGHT OF FOR A WHILE AND I HAD ROTTING IN THE DRAFTS.

deliquency in slam dunk

In Takehiko Inoue’s Slam Dunk, basketball is presented as more than just a game—it’s a lifeline for troubled characters with messy, complicated lives. While critics of the series often point to the delinquent behaviors of Shohoku’s players and their rivals as a flaw, this raw and unpolished aspect of the manga doesn’t detract from the story, but I would argue it actually strengthens it. By presenting characters whose struggles extend far beyond the court, Inoue makes Slam Dunk more than a sports manga. It is also a story about redemption, self-discovery, and the undeniable link between personal imperfection and growth.

As the protagonist of Slam Dunk, Hanamichi Sakuragi is the most obvious example of how delinquency shapes the story. Initially, his brash attitude and quick temper drove many of the manga’s early comedic and chaotic moments. But beneath his tough exterior lies a teenager desperate for recognition and validation. He is a self-proclaimed “genius” of basketball, yet he doesn’t even understand the game’s basic rules when he starts. This gap between his confidence and reality reflects his immaturity, rooted in years of rejection and a desperate need for validation. His initial scuffles with Rukawa, for example, are less about genuine rivalry and more about his inability to handle his emotions. But what sets Sakuragi apart is how basketball forces him to channel his delinquent tendencies into something productive. One turning point occurs when he resolves to work on his rebounds after being humiliated in front of the team. Though his stubbornness remains, it transforms into determination, epitomized in his declaration: “I will make 20 rebounds in the next game!” His growth as a player—and as a person—is tied to this process of refining, not erasing, his rebellious spirit.

His evolution from a reckless delinquent to a player who sacrifices everything for his team isn’t only a basketball success story. It’s a celebration of his personal transformation, one that feels earned because of where he started. Sakuragi’s rebound in the final moments against Sannoh is more than a display of his growth as a player, it’s a display of his journey from selfishness to selflessness, showing how basketball helped him confront and channel his rebellious energy.

Ryota Miyagi, meanwhile, represents a subtle, more subdued delinquency. His mistrust and quick temper stem from grief over his brother’s death and the loneliness that followed. While Sakuragi’s antics are public, Ryota’s pain is private, bubbling under the surface until basketball offers him an outlet. This emotional baggage nearly derails his basketball career when he returns to the team after a year-long hiatus. His initial fight with Sakuragi leads to one of his most vulnerable moments, where he admits: “I wanted to quit basketball… but I couldn’t let it go.” Basketball becomes Ryota’s way of healing, his means of reconnecting with others and reclaiming the confidence he lost. His journey is a more indirect form of redemption, one that emphasizes how delinquency often stems from pain rather than inherent malice. His connection with Ayako and his eventual leadership on the court also shows how the game becomes a way for him to rebuild his confidence and form genuine relationships.

Then there’s Hisashi Mitsui, whose journey is perhaps the most heartbreaking. His fall from middle school MVP to gang member is rooted in a relatable fear: the fear of being forgotten. And Mitsui’s breakdown in front of Coach Anzai, tearfully pleading, “Let me play basketball again,” is one of the manga’s most unforgettable moments because it lays bare the guilt and regret that fuel his delinquency. However, his return to basketball isn’t portrayed as a clean redemption but a slow, painful process of reconciliation—with his teammates, his own guilt, and the game itself. The beauty of Mitsui’s arc lies in its imperfection. He doesn’t instantly become the hero he once was. Instead, he struggles, and that struggle makes his eventual triumph all the more powerful.

We see throughout the series how he battles with his fitness, self-doubt, and the lingering consequences of his past, yet his pivotal three pointers in Shohoku’s games against Kainan and Sannoh prove that his resilience has paid off. Mitsui’s arc further demonstrates how delinquency in Slam Dunk is never glamorized—it’s contextualized as a response to pain, and basketball becomes his way forward.

Even the rival teams reflect this idea of delinquency as a double-edged sword, with both its destructive side and the humanity behind it. Toyotama’s players, with their trash talking and aggressive attitudes, show what happens when this rebellious energy is left unchecked. Minami’s violent foul on Rukawa during their match is reckless and brutal, and it showed how anger and impulsivity can poison the spirit of competition.

But Toyotama’s delinquency isn’t framed as pure villainy. It stems from their desperation to honor their former coach, who had been fired due to not producing “results”. After revealing this, their aggression on the court feels less like malice and more like a raw, unprocessed response to grief. They’re playing to prove something—not just to their opponents but to themselves. This makes their story more tragic than antagonistic, and that when left unchecked or unguided, delinquency can lead to self-destruction. Instead of finding redemption through this behavior, they fall further into chaos, ultimately harming the very legacy they’re trying to protect.

What makes Slam Dunk resonate is how these characters, flawed as they are, feel like people you could know—or even be. Their delinquency isn’t glorified, but rather, it’s contextualized. It’s a response to pain, loss, and insecurity, and basketball becomes the outlet through which they confront these struggles. This mirrors the lives of 1990s NBA players like Allen Iverson or Dennis Rodman, whose turbulent personal lives didn’t overshadow their greatness but instead added layers to their stories. Like Sakuragi or Mitsui, they weren’t perfect, but they didn’t need to be.

By incorporating delinquency into its characters and story, Slam Dunk gives us characters who aren’t just athletes but people—messy, flawed, and striving for something greater. It reminds us that greatness isn’t about being perfect. It’s about finding purpose, even in hardships and chaos. In that way, Slam Dunk doesn’t just tell a story about basketball. It tells a story about life.

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[ballsandbabes]

Hi!! I love your imagines sm they so cute And i have a request, can you write something like characters from slam dunk( i want so much hanamichi, rukawa, mitsui, ryota, kiyota, and maybe jin) have girlfriend s/o, they have training or smh meeting, and they like "i have to go, my girlfriend is waiting for me" and others laugh/dont believe that they have a girlfriend, they told this to s/o and to another meeting/training s/o come to visit her bf 🩷🩷🩷🩷

Unbelief: Shohoku Boys meeting their teammates gf

authors note: Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Thank you so much for requesting, this was so much fun to write 🩷🩷🩷 I really hope you like it.

pairing: Shohoku Boys x fem!reader

genre: romance and lots of chaos

Hanamichi Sakuragi

Under the sweltering heat of the Japanese summer the gym echoed with the usual noise—sneakers squeaking, basketballs bouncing, and the bickering of Shohoku's rowdy basketball team. Practice had just ended, and the boys were sprawled out on the court, panting and guzzling water. Akagi had really pushed the boys again today, it had been so exhausting. Coach Anzai was already gone, and the locker room was calling.

“DID YOU SEE THAT DUNK?! I AM TRULY A BASKETBALL GENIUS!,” Hanamichi squeaked happily. “Yeah, yeah,” Miyagi muttered. “You almost took the rim down with your skull.” Practice was winding down, and the team was dripping with sweat. Akagi was barking orders, Rukawa was tuning everyone out, and Sakuragi was still high off his last fast break. Suddenly, Sakuragi looked at the clock, panicked for a split second—then straightened up and announced: “SHIT I FORGOT...I HAVE TO GO! MY GIRLFRIEND IS WAITING FOR ME!”

Dead silence. What did he just say????

“G...Girl...Girlfriend?!” Miyagi snorted. “Bro, this isn’t fantasy basketball.”

“Don’t joke like that, Sakuragi,” Kogure chuckled. “You might actually break my heart from secondhand embarrassment.”

“HA! Nice one,” even Rukawa muttered under his breath. Sakuragi turned beet red. “I’M SERIOUS!” Everyone was laughing now. “Right,” Miyagi smirked. “Let me guess—she’s invisible?”

“Or lives in America?” Kogure added, smiling. “I hate you guys,” Sakuragi muttered, grabbing his bag and storming out. But not before turning dramatically and yelling, “JUST WAIT! SHE’LL SHOW UP! AND YOU’LL ALL BE JEALOUS!”

___ _ _ _The Next Day — After Practice

Sakuragi sulked through practice. Every time someone so much as looked at him, he swore under his breath. “Stupid Ryota… Stupid Rukawa… I’ll show them… I’m handsome! I’m charming! I’m Sakuragi Hanamichi!”

Afterward, he bolted for the locker room, yanked off his jersey, and quickly changed into a semi-decent outfit. A little cologne, messy hair fixed (barely), and he ran out the door.

You had texted him:

“Hey Strawberry <3 I am waiting at the gate. Hurry up!”

He grinned. This would be the day, he could proof them wrong. You on the other hand, had other plans.

You stood outside by the gate, checking your phone. Your reflection in the screen made you smile—hair curled nicely, lips glossed, dress perfect. Sakuragi had texted you that week, after practice, "Babe....the boys dont believe you are real...and that really annoys me. I want to show you off, you are so pretty q-q." You rolled your eyes at the text, but it was so him. So he wanted to show that you existed. So why not go all out and make his wish come true, you thought. He loved to show you off, and these idiots of teammates, obviously needed to be proved wrong. A whole hour was spent on make-up, hair and choosing clothes. It was worth it, your best friend said you looked like a supermodel.

Moments Later at the Shohoku’s Schhols Front Gate, were the boys were still hanging around the gym, waiting for the last one to change so they could go grab some food. That’s when they heard it:

Heels clicking. Soft laughter. And then silence—as heads turned. You stood just outside the front gate, leaning casually against the wall like you were meant to be the center of attention. You were dressed to kill: sleek dress, makeup flawless, hair down and perfect, with just enough glamour to make every head turn twice.

And then Sakuragi—their Sakuragi—ran up to you, face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

“Y/N!” he grinned. You stepped forward and—without hesitation—kissed him on the cheek. “Hey, handsome.”

He froze, then burst out laughing like he couldn’t believe his luck. “You came! YOU REALLY CAME!”

“Of course. You said you wanted to show me off,” you teased, fixing the collar of his shirt. Behind you, the Shohoku boys stared like statues.

“That’s… her?” Miyagi blinked. “That’s not possible,” Kogure muttered. “Wait, she’s real?!” Sakuragi’s bench buddy gasped. “She’s… gorgeous,” someone whispered. Rukawa, actually intrested in the scene, that unfolded in front of him, looked up from his drink.

Sakuragi puffed out his chest, absolutely glowing, “SEE?! I TOLD YOU, YOU LOSERS! SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND!”. You laughed and looped your arm through his, letting him walk you past them like a victorious parade. “You ready to get food?” you asked softly. “With you?” he said, grinning ear to ear. “I’d skip dinner and just brag all night.”

“Please don’t,” you snorted. “They already look traumatized.”

He laughed so loudly you could hear it echo across the school wall. And as you both walked off, hand in hand, heads high, Sakuragi called back over his shoulder: “REMEMBER THIS, RUKAWA! I’M A GENIUS IN LOVE TOO!”

Kaede Rukawa

As always in the exam phase, the training sessions were somewhat shorter. On the other hand, the boys sat together for longer after training. They had to let off steam somehow. Trash talking had proved to be a tried and tested method. Sweat dripped, laughter echoed, and basketballs thudded as they hit the hardwood. The team had gathered near the benches, toweling off and making casual plans for the evening.

“Hey, Rukawa,” Miyagi nudged the sleepy-eyed forward who was sipping water like he couldn’t be more uninterested. “You heading to Kojis House with us tonight? He's throwing a party. Or gonna sleep through another team hangout?”

Kaede glanced at the clock. His voice, quiet but firm, cut through the chatter,“…Can’t. I have to go. My girlfriend is waiting for me.”

The world stopped for exactly two seconds. And then— "Tch, what?" Ryota blinked, laughing. “A Girlfriend? Since when? You sleep trough most day and other than that you breathe basketball…when did you have time to flirt?”

Kogure’s eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, you....you talk to women?”

Even Hanamichi Sakuragi, who had just finished bragging about his own “ten girlfriends,” let out a dramatic snort. “You? Don’t make me laugh, Rukawa! There’s no way a guy like you—sleepy, anti-social, emo-looking weirdo—has a girlfriend!”

Rukawa sighed, already regretting saying anything,“She’s real, dont have to believe me” he muttered, standing and grabbing his bag.

“Oh yeah? What’s her name? Imaginary-chan?” Sakuragi howled, nearly doubled over with laughter. “Maybe we should check under his bed—she’s probably a pillow!”

Kaede didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. He just walked out, headphones in, ignoring the hoots and teasing. But as much as he acted like he didn’t care…He did. A little.

Later that night, he casually told you about it, his tone as flat as ever—but with the tiniest edge of annoyance.

“Yeah, they think you’re fake,” he mumbled, lying on your couch, your hand resting in his hair.

You smiled at his annoyance, “What, really? That sucks.”

“Hn, I dont care” he said nonchalantly.

A pause.

“So uhm, we have a practice game next Saturday....wanna come by?,” he asked while unpacking his sport clothes. Aha...so it was important to him and bothered him that the boys didn't believe his girlfriend. He didn't ask directly (he never did), even though you've had this conversation thousands of times. You two had agreed on, that he had to tell you what his needs were. After all, you couldn’t see into his head. Once again he hadn't done that. So you decided to let him suffer a little. He hated being the center of attention, he just wanted to be left alone.

___ _ _ _The next week

You knew the boys would buzz around you like moths to a flame, if you showed up. Especially with this outfit: the beloved blue Nike shirt from Rukawa, the little black leather skirt with the zipper, the leather jacket and the kitten heels. Rounded off with subtle make-up that made you shine. Your hair fell gently over your shoulder. With you in his arms, he definitely would be the center of attention. His own fault.

Shohoku’s team was through with their practice game against one of the neighbor schools. Sakuragi was being loud, as always. Miyagi was cracking jokes and Kogure tried to keep the boys at a focused level, he looked exhausted. Rukawa, silent and sharp, was flying through the defense like he was on autopilot—his usual.

Then the gym door creaked open. Heads turned.

You stepped in, dressed to kill. You were radiant.

“Excuse me,” you called, voice clear. “Uhm...is Kaede here?”

Every head swiveled to Rukawa. He blinked slowly, processing...He had never seen you like that…wait a minute, was that his shirt??.His teammates turned to him with pure disbelief. He was uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. What was that about?. Especially when the boys stared at him like that....

You smiled, walking over. “Hi, babe.”

He looked at you. Still that unreadable face—but his eyes softened, with a hind of "Couldn't you have just shown up at a training session dressed like a normal person?", “Hn. You came.”

“I figured you could use some backup.” You looped your arm around his, smiling at him.

The team watched in shock as Rukawa, normally ice-cold and expressionless, leaned down slightly and kissed your cheek. In public. In front of them.

Sakuragi dropped his water bottle. Miyagi’s jaw hit the floor. Kogure whispered, “Oh.My.God… she’s actually real. And she’s gorgeous.”

You turned to the team, smiling sweetly. “So. Which one of you said my boyfriend was imaginary?”

No one answered. Rukawa didn’t gloat—he never would. But the faint smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he led you out of the gym said everything.

And for once…Sakuragi had nothing to say. Rukawa, stoic and uninterested as always, just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. Leaving this akward situation...The last thing he wanted was to be cross-examined by his teammates. And he had an appointment to study with you....but with this styling, maybe he would study something else today. He had to pay you back for what you did.

He knew you were clever, it was your way of telling him that he had to talk to you if he wanted something, and he was swollen with pride. He thought it was exaggerated. It didn't have to be so dramatic. Internally, however, his ego was swollen with pride.

"You look hot, but stop teasing me y/n. Otherwise I'll have to draw conclusions," he whispered in your ear as you were on your way home. “Maybe that was the goal,” you had whispered back.

He turned red.

Hisashi Mitsui

Practice wrapped, and the team gathered to catch their breath. Shirts clung to sweaty backs, and the only thing louder than their laughter was the vending machine struggling to keep up.

“Let’s hit the arcade after this!” Miyagi grinned, tossing a basketball up and down. “Loser buys drinks.”

“Count me out,” Mitsui said casually, ruffling his already-messy hair as he grabbed his bag. Ryota blinked. “What? You always come. Got plans or something?”

Mitsui slung his towel over his shoulder, the corners of his lips tugging upward into that classic lazy smirk. “I’ve got a date,” he said coolly. “My girlfriend’s waiting for me.”

A what?? Him?? - “BWAHAHA—good one, Mitsui!” Sakuragi laughed, clutching his sides. “Since when?!”

“No way,” Kogure chuckled. “You’ve been single since… high school started. You could beat Sakuragis score, if this continues like that...”

“Who are you trying to impress with that lie?” Ryota teased. “We’d believe Rukawa had a girlfriend before you.”

Mitsui didn’t bite. He just shrugged like it didn’t matter, that faint smirk never leaving his face, “You’ll see.”

___ _ _ _Two days later

The team happened to be out and about downtown, finally making the trip to the arcade and to kill time before a movie, Kogure begged them to watch. As they passed by a little café nestled between a bookstore and a flower shop, Ryota stopped mid-step, “Yo, guys. Isn’t that—?”

Sakuragi squinted, “No way.”

Through the large window, seated at a quiet corner table, was Hisashi Mitsui. He leaned back in his seat, one arm stretched lazily over the back of the booth, casually sipping iced coffee with the ease of someone completely in his element. And across from him—you.

You were laughing at something he said, leaning in just a little. You looked effortlessly gorgeous, dressed with a mix of casual elegance and warmth. Mitsui said something, eyes fixed on you, and you flicked a piece of pastry at him in mock protest. He caught it and laughed, eyes crinkling at the corners. The usually cool, occasionally moody Mitsui looked… happy. Relaxed. Soft around the edges in a way they’d never seen before.

“Wait… waitwaitwait—he wasn’t lying?” Miyagi whispered. Kogure blinked. “That’s really his girlfriend? You? That guy?”

“I hate how smug he looks even while sitting,” Sakuragi muttered. Just then, Mitsui’s eyes flicked up toward the window. He saw them. He smirked. And in the most Mitsui move possible, he raised his cup, toasted them, and then went right back to focusing on you—like they weren’t even worth interrupting his date for.

The guys stood there frozen, processing what just happened.

“…Okay. That was cool,” Ryota muttered.

Later that night, as you and Mitsui walked through the park, hand in hand, you teased him, “You really didn’t mind them finding out?”

He gave a small chuckle, eyes fixed ahead. “Nah. Let ‘em talk.”

You leaned into him. “You really toasted them through the glass?”

“Of course I did,” he grinned. “Gotta give the people a show.”

You laughed, and he pulled you a little closer, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Besides,” he added, voice low, “I kinda wanted them to see what I’ve got.”

Ryota Miyagi

The school gym was unrecognizable—draped in silver streamers, fairy lights twinkling like stars, and a playlist of cheesy love songs vibrating through the floor. Everyone who was anyone was there, dressed to impress. The annual winter ball for the graduates.

The team clustered near the snack table, sipping punch and looking bored. Sakuragi was loudly lamenting the lack of attention from girls, while Rukawa dodged them entirely. Here he had even less opportunity to retreat from his squeaky fans than in the gym during training. Then the music in the background slowly changed to something slower, a soft beat filling the room. The mood was good. Akagi had ventured onto the dance floor with Aykari, also a third grader. The boys would never let him forget that.

“Yo—who’s that?” Miyagi heard someone whisper. He walked in, one hand in his pocket, shoulders relaxed, a small smirk tugging at his lips. But what really made heads turn was you—his girlfriend—on his arm.

You were stunning. Wearing a deep red satin dress that hugged your curves, a slit up one side revealing just enough leg to make jaws drop. Hair curled, lips glossed, eyes glowing under the fairy lights. You looked like you walked straight out of a music video.

The room fell into hushed murmurs. Even Sakuragi dropped his cookie.

“Who the hell is that?” Ryota heard someone whisper. “That’s his girlfriend,” Kogure muttered, stunned.

“No. Freaking. Way,” Sakuragi said, eyes wide. You smiled up at Ryouta like he was the only one in the room. He slid an arm around your waist and pulled you effortlessly onto the dance floor, his fingers brushing over your lower back as he leaned close.

“You’re killing ‘em tonight,” he whispered with a grin.

“That was the plan. They didnt believe you that I exsist, so...” you teased, letting your hand rest on his chest. The two of you swayed together, and Ryouta—normally the class clown, the cocky playmaker—moved with the kind of confidence that made girls sigh and guys seethe.

The team stared. “Okay,” Kogure said slowly. “I get it now.”

Ryota caught their eyes just once across the dance floor, smirked, and shot them a wink as if to say, Told you so. The team couldn't believe they had laughed at him when he excused himself from going out for ice cream after practice. They felt pretty stupid right now

Sakuragi groaned. “I hate him.”

Nobunaga Kiyota

Kainan’s gym was echoing with post-practice chaos. As every year, Kainan had once again organised a training camp. The boys were sweating, stretching, talking trash, and tossing towels like they were basketballs. Nobunaga Kiyota, as always, was the loudest of the bunch.

“I swear, I was this close to dunking over that Shohoku guy,” he boasted, still full of adrenaline from the big game earlier. “If they had given me one more quarter!”

“You did get blocked three times,” muttered Jin, sipping from his water bottle. “Eh...Minor detail,” Kiyota waved off dramatically. “Anyway, I can’t hang around boys. Girlfriend’s waiting for me.”

The room went dead silent and then suddenly filled with loud laugher. “YOU?” Jin blinked, curling himself up, due to the laughs. “A Girlfriend?”

“Since when?” Muto laughed. “Did he mean his dog?” muttered another teammate. Even Coach Takato gave a suspicious side-eye from across the gym.

“Don’t be jealous just ‘cause I got it like that,” Kiyota said with a smug grin, grabbing his bag. “She’s tall, hot, and totally obsessed with me.”

“You mean imaginary hot, right?” Jin smirked. “Because I’ve never seen her. Not even once.”

“She doesn’t go to our school,” Kiyota said, then paused and added with a cheeky wink, “Too hot for this place anyway.”

With this line, the guys lost it, throwing towels at him, laughing and howling,“Liar!", “Delusional!” or even “Dream harder, Kiyota!”

He only grinned, cocky as ever. “Keep talking. You’ll eat your words.”

___ _ _ _Later That Evening – After the Kainan vs. Shohoku Game

The game had ended, players were filtering out, the few fans were pouring from the stands, and the air outside the gym was thick with the buzz of competition. Shohoku and Kainan had fought hard. Tension still lingered like heat waves off the court. That’s when both teams saw something unexpected.

Just outside the gym, under one of the tall streetlamps, stood you—leaning casually against the fence, arms crossed, waiting. You were strikingly tall—almost Kiyota’s height—with long legs, radiant features, and a confident posture that made people turn their heads. Even in casual clothes, you looked runway-ready.

Ryota Miyagi nudged Sakuragi. “Yo, check her out.”

“Daaamn,” muttered one of the Kainan subs. “She looks like she walked off a movie set.”

Then they saw who she was waiting for. Kiyota jogged out of the gym, towel around his neck, chest puffed up from the win—but the moment he spotted you, the swagger melted. His grin softened into something private, his pace slowed, and for once, he didn’t shout a word.

“Hey,” you smiled, brushing his sweaty bangs from his forehead.

He kissed your cheek first. Then your lips. Slowly. Like no one was watching.

The world around him blurred, and he held your waist like you were the only real thing in the universe. No smirk, no flexing—just a quiet, reverent touch. Both teams froze.

Miyagi blinked. “That’s… Kiyota’s girlfriend?”

“She’s—she���s a goddess,” muttered one of the Shohoku benchwarmers.

“No way,” said Jin, eyes wide. “You believe me now?” Kiyota called over, not even turning around. His arm stayed around your waist, and he grinned without looking. “Told ya she was real. And fine as hell.”

You rolled your eyes, laughing softly. “Are they always like this?”

“Worse,” he said, nudging his forehead against yours. “But you showing up just made me the king of the universe, so worth it.”

The guys from both teams groaned in disbelief as you walked away with him, hand-in-hand, your height matching his stride like you were made for each other. “Unreal,” Ryota muttered.

“Thats.....i hate him now,” Sakuragi said, dead serious.

Soichiro Jin

(Sorry, there wasnt a gif for him)

The usual practice evening run of the team had just ended, and the Kainan boys were sprawled across the gym floor like a pack of overheated animals. Some were chugging water, others just laid on the floor. Nobunaga Kiyota, predictably, was still bouncing a ball like he hadn’t just trained for two hours straight. Soichiro Jin quietly finished tying his sneakers, cool as ever. Sweat glistened across his forehead, but he still looked like he could walk into a modeling shoot with zero effort.

“Yo. I’m heading out,” Jin said casually, slinging his bag over one shoulder. “My girlfriend’s waiting for me.”

“Liar.” Kiyota’s voice rang out, followed by a full-on snort. “Wait, what girlfriend?” Muto said, raising an eyebrow. “We’ve literally never seen her.”

“Is this one of those ‘she goes to another school’ situations?” another player teased.

“You? A girlfriend?” Kiyota leaned in like he couldn’t believe it. “What kind of saint puts up with your mysterious ‘cool guy’ act for more than five minutes?”

Jin didn’t look bothered. He just let a slow, knowing smile tug at the corner of his mouth. “You’ll see,” he said simply, adjusting the strap of his bag.

“Bet she’s made of air,” Kiyota muttered behind him. “Better than your dating record,” Jin shot back smoothly without turning, walking off with his usual elegance.

___ _ _ _Two Days Later — A City Saturday

Shohoku and Kainan had crossed paths again—this time for something far less intense than a game. Both teams were in town for a charity clinic event, helping coach kids in the morning, with the rest of the afternoon off to explore. The Shohoku boys were in the middle of arguing about where to get lunch, when Kogure paused at a busy intersection downtown.

“Hey… is that Jin?,” Kogure asked the group. Everyone turned. There he was—Soichiro Jin, effortlessly gliding through the street on a sleek black bike. But he wasn’t alone.

Right beside him—you. You were riding a matching cream-colored city bike, hair blowing back with the breeze, face glowing from the winter sun. You were tall, poised, effortlessly stunning in a fitted coat, scarf fluttering, long legs pedaling with ease beside him. The way Jin looked at you—brows slightly lifted, relaxed smile on his face, eyes gentle—it was a version of him no one had ever seen.

They stopped at a crosswalk, and he reached over to fix a stray piece of your hair, fingers brushing your cheek like it was second nature. “You warm enough?” he asked, voice soft. You smiled, pulling his scarf up a little more around his neck. “Worried about me or yourself?”

“Both,” he smirked.

Shohoku and Kainan stared from across the street like they’d witnessed a hallucination. “No. Freaking. Way,” Kiyota whispered, jaw slack. “That’s her?” Muto said under his breath. “She’s a model,” Sakuragi choked out. “She has to be. There’s no other explanation.”

Rukawa blinked. For once, even he looked vaguely surprised. As the light turned green, Jin leaned over and kissed your cheek, then pedaled forward beside you, chatting easily as you laughed and bumped shoulders.

“...He’s so...soft,” Miyagi muttered. “What happened to his usual poker face?”

“He’s like... a boyfriend in a movie,” Kogure said quietly.

“I think I just lost all my confidence,” Kiyota said, eyes still following the two of you down the lane. Jin glanced over his shoulder—he saw them. He didn’t wave. He didn’t smirk. He just raised one brow like, Now do you believe me? and kept on riding beside you, the wind tugging gently at his coat as the two of you disappeared around a corner—like a scene straight out of a romance film.

I hope you like it @vani1ilee <3 Thank you for your request and support.

[venusxxsstuff]

Court-side connections 𖦹⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

there is so little of slam dunk fan fictions which is a CRIME so I decided to add my own work to the other who worked into this fandom!

A/N this my first time writing a fanfic in English so please excuse any grammar mistakes! I hope you enjoy (๑• . •๑)♡

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In which coach anzai’s daughter decides that it’s time to help her father with coaching duties. 

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“Bye mama, bye dad!” She yelled Walking out of her traditional house door. Looking up to the blue sky she took a deep breath smiling at herself ‘this is going to be exciting’ she exclaimed internally. 

..

Walking calmly down the street to get to her new school. she admired the lovely plants on the side of the rode while swimming in her imagination. 

..

“Good morning” she exclaimed quietly walking inside the quit teachers room. “are you must be anzai-sensi daughter” one teacher with a bald spot on top of his head and rectangular glasses greater her kindly. 

She replied bowing her head slightly while handing the teacher her academic folder “yes, im anzai y/n please take care of me” 

Smiling gently the teacher grabbed the folder and started flipping through it. His eyes widened a bit at her perfect record. He looked at her and smiled again “what an astonishing record, you will be placed in class 1/5 ask one of the students on the hall to lead you there” 

She bowed her head again leaving the room. right after walking out she heard so many people laughing at the same time. Curious she looked at the direction of the sound. Just to be met by a group of 4 people laughing and throwing confetti’s at a tall red headed guy. 

To which the guy responded by hitting them on the heads successfully knocking them out. She cringed a bit at the painful sound of their heads meeting the guys head. 

Shrugging she moved along the hallway to a find a girl with short hair standing with two other girls. She approached them with a small smile, one of the two girls stopped talking when she noticed her standing in-front of them. A little pink dusting her cheeks which made her other friends to follow her path of vision, 

Just for them to have the same reaction as her. 

“Excuse me do you know where I can find class 1/5 ?” 

The three girls snapped out of their dazed when she spoke to them, immediately directing her to the class she’s looking for. Smiling sweetly she thanked them with a slight bow with her head while walking to the classroom. 

As soon as she left their eyesight they gathered again with flustered faces talking about “how pretty she is”. 

…

Reaching the classroom she knocked the door and entered. Introducing herself to the rest of the class the teacher told her to sit in the back row of the classroom next to a guy he called “rukawa” walking elegantly she sat at her assigned seat and got ready for the listen giving the guy next to her a side eye as she noticed him being a sleep ever since she got there. 

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After the school ended she sighed to herself and gathered her stuff getting ready to check up on her dad and his basketball team. 

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and this is like a first/ introduction chapter (?) I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! till next time 🌷

[auslanderka]

fandom : slam dunk

ship : Mitsui Hisashi x f!reader

note and TW : slam dunk spoilers ep. 81 and 82

— contains eng grammar problems and mistakes as well

“name…” Haruko broke off her sentence in the middle when she saw that the chair next to her was empty. She blinked in surprise and sighed quietly, returning her eyes to the situation on the court.

“she should be with him now,” the boy sitting on the other side spoke up. His hair carefully combed back. Mito Youhei, watched carefully everything that was happening on the court with his arms folded across his chest. He glanced at Haruko, who sighed again while nodding slightly. 

“yes, you're right. I hope he is fine…”

*

The corridors surrounding the court, where the match had already started again, were abnormally long. At least that's what you thought. After all, running from one end of the sports venue to the other was quite a challenge for someone who only watched sports on TV or from the stands sitting in a comfortable chair. Panic grew in your heart with every meter. You tried to push it away to the farthest corners of your brain, however, it poisoned your mind and suggested various worst-case scenarios. 

You couldn't quite tell what happened on the court. The action that Shohoku played under the basket was unbelievable. Your eyes were focused all the time on the ball and prayers that they would score more points. Only the whistle drew your attention to what was happening centrally in the middle of the court. You didn't know how or why Mitsui fell. You didn't even know when you jumped up from your seat and ran out of the stands as if scalded.

You ran down the stairs almost falling off them. Cursed silently feeling a slight pain in your foot but after a second you ignored it by running on. You couldn't find him. Anyone would say that finding a basketball player who is over 180 cm tall and well-built can't be that difficult. Nothing could be more wrong.

*

When a year younger schoolmate appeared before your eyes, you breathed a sigh of relief. Yasuda didn't notice you at the first moment tossing coins into the vending machine in front of him.

"Yasuda!"

"Senpai?!" he looked at you surprised as you tried with difficulty to catch your breath. Compared to them all, you were not used to running at all. The boy leaned over to take out the drinks he had just bought from the vending machine. Two large cans were still pleasantly cold.

"I'll take care of it." you assured taking the items out of his hands. "go back to the court. you are more needed there now."

He looked at you surprised but nodded. Before walking away toward the hall door, he said that Mitsui was sitting on the stairs deep in the hall. You thanked him with a slight smile and moved quickly in the indicated direction with your soul on the shoulder.

And yes. Mitsui was sitting on the stairs. His breathing was heavy and shallow, indicating the tremendous physical exertion that had just taken place few minutes ago. At first he didn't notice you. He was staring at his hands trembling with exhaustion. His head was spinning all the time. He sat stiffly on the stairs, afraid that any slightest change in the position of his body, would result in fainting again. 

A small patch on his lower lip irritated him. He should be used to all sorts of patches and bandages, since the last two years he had at least one on his face all the time. But this patch irritated him. It pulled the skin in some inexplicable way that made Mitsui irritated.

Clenched the hand lying on his knee. He was trembling all over. From exhaustion, dehydration and shame.

Hisashi felt terrible. What would Anzai-sensei say if he saw him in such a condition? Would he have looked at him from behind his glasses - with those gentle eyes - and assured him that nothing was wrong? Or would he have scolded him for being in the main Shohoku basketball team, unable to run the entire time allotted for the match?

Damn. I don't have the same energy I had in junior high. He thought all the while staring at his hand which refused to stop trembling. He took a few deep breaths, but no avail. He felt useless. Throughout the game, his effectiveness was the lowest. Even Sakuragi, that insufferable clown Sakuragi, scored more points than him. What is the point of having a Shooting Guard who is unable to throw for 3 points and fainting in the middle of the game?

“Hisashi?” You squatted in front of him and placed the cans on the ground then grabbed his trembling hand. He jumped up. You were the last person he would expect to see in front of him at that moment. Don't think he even knew you had come to the game. He didn't look around the stands during the game.

“What are you doing here?”

“I brought you a drink," you smiled slightly pointing to the cans. Sighed quietly thanking you and reached for one. You watched his body carefully. It was trembling with alarming strength. Mitsui was on the verge of exhaustion.

The can slipped from his hand and rolled on the tiles that the hallway floor was lined with. He cursed quietly under his breath while taking a second drink. You rose from your uncomfortable position and, after picking up the can, sat down next to him, watching as he struggled to open the drink. Without a word you extended your hand offering to help him - however he moved away. He turned slightly blocking you with his arm, still trying to open the metal container.

If he can't manage to open the can with his own strength, he will feel even worse than after passing out in the middle of the court in front of a full audience.

You sighed quietly, gave up by focusing your attention on the object you were holding.  

"Return to the stands." He said without looking at you. He finally managed to open the pin. "I can handle it."

"Can you handle it?" You asked and your voice was much more sarcastic than you had planned. "You'll handle it just as well as last time?" an unpleasant shiver ran down Mitsui's back. Delaying his answer, he raised the can to his lips. The cool, slightly sparkling water with a citrus note tickled his thirsty throat. 

He didn't know what he was supposed to answer. Two years ago when he once again, through his own stupidity, ended up in the hospital he told her the same thing. Go home. I'll be fine. It's no big deal. And then... You both knew too well what came next.

He closed his eyes and pressed his hand to his face in an effort to collect his thoughts. Shuddered and looked at you surprised when you pressed the still cool aluminum to his neck. You smiled slightly and he felt something melt inside him. That smile was the first thing that turned his head when you met. Always sincere and warm, somehow soothing.

"I am not your enemy. If you need to talk, I'm always here."

The white towel slipped off his shoulder. You grabbed it in your hands and gently wiped his face of sweat. With difficulty, he crumpled the empty can in his hands and reached for another. You put a towel over his head and began to wipe his hair. A quiet laugh came from under the material. Your face reddened slightly upon hearing the sound.

"So?"

"I passed out from exhaustion." he finally muttered. "I don't have the same energy I had in junior high. My abilities seem to have left me too." managed to open another can with less difficulty than the previous one. His hands slowly stopped trembling and seemed like inflated balloons over which he has no power. "I think I got the MVP for pretty eyes." You laughed quietly, but fell silent quickly realizing that this was not the right moment.

"No wonder." You sighed, playing with the edge of your towel. "You have had a two-year break. Your body is not as adapted as Akagi's…."

"even Kogure is more resilient than me." groaned lowering the half-drank drink. You shrugged your shoulders slightly sighing.

"You won't make up two years in three months. You shouldn't put so much pressure on yourself. Akagi is Akagi, Kogure is Kogure and you are you."

He croaked slightly. You stroked his cheek tenderly. Mitsui closed his eyes and cuddled his face into your hand sighing quietly. He knew you were right. You were always right. He put too much pressure on himself without looking at his condition. Instead of gradually building his stamina and improving Akagi's favorite basketball fundamentals, he threw himself into the deep water. He thought that since he was the MVP he didn't have to stoop to the level of the first years and training the basics. How wrong was he?

However, this game was too important and they had to win it at all costs.

You two sat in silence for a while longer. You waited for Mitsui to finish drinking what you brought him. You didn't know much about sports but always tried to be involved in his basketball life, however you were unable to put yourself in his shoes. Or sometimes understand his stubborn thinking. You were snapped out of your reverie by the sound of a crushed can. Mitsui reached up and stretched his neck, muttering quietly. His body no longer trembled. It seemed everything was back to normal.

You knew that Ayako wouldn't let him enter the court anymore and he would watch the rest of the game from the bench. In that whole team of idiots, she was the only one who seemed the most conscious. The rest acted like they had balls instead of brains. Especially in the middle of the game. He extended his hand and helped you up. Hisashi wanted to hug you, however you moved away from him and raised your hands in a defensive gesture. Boy sent you a surprised look.

"you stink"

"H-HEY!"

[aikisugi]