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winternet-s · 5 months ago
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step!dad or step!bro x reader are so gross 💀 idccc it’s gross what’s wrong with y’all !? "stepcest" ... some of y’all need more than therapy 😃 i see you the same way as the ones who watches THESE type of anime, the heck ???😟
anyways gnn ! ♡
as for the updates ... 🧍🏿‍♀️i don’t know either
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winternet-s · 6 months ago
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I'm just having a writer block or wtv u call it 🧍🏿‍♀️ give me some time
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winternet-s · 6 months ago
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MISUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )
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summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.
notes : hey...🧍🏿‍♀️how you doing LMAOOO MY BAD Y’ALL I WAS UNMOTIVATED SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE READING 🎀 ! lowkey wanna make a hanamichi x reader but aargh idkk, karin is the bully’s name btw in case you forgot
wc : around 3k
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III. THE DUAL
— Her gaze fell on Hanamichi, sharp and desperate, the kind of look that screamed, Why must you always make things harder? Her lips parted slightly as if words might follow, but none came, only a long, exasperated sigh that said it all. There was no need for explanation—the message was clear in the weight of her stare, a silent plea for him to stop whatever ridiculous scheme he was plotting before it spiraled completely out of control.
You pressed your palm to your forehead, inhaling sharply.
“Really? Didn’t I just say not to do anything stupid?” Your voice carried a tone of sheer exasperation, as though this situation had drained the last bit of patience she had left.
You glanced at Haruko, who was frozen in the doorway, her hands clutched tightly in front of her. The disbelief on Haruko's face was palpable, her wide eyes reflecting the shock of witnessing such a chaotic scene. Slowly, her expression shifted less startled and more... disappointed.
“You weren’t like this in my mind, Sakuragi-kun…” Haruko’s voice trailed off, her words soft yet firm, as though realizing that the image she'd built of him was crumbling.
You sighed heavily, already bracing yourself for the mess that would undoubtedly follow. You gave Hanamichi a sideways glance, your expression torn between irritation and resignation. "Great. Just great. Now she thinks you’re a lunatic," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms as you waited for him to save what little he could of the moment.
Haruko who was standing frozen for a moment, her wide eyes locked on the crimson streak trickling down Rukawa’s forehead. Her heart pounded, not from admiration this time, but from a surge of worry she couldn't suppress. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she bit her lip.
"Sakuragi-kun..Everybody said that Sakuragi-kun was very bad and scary but I thought you weren’t that kind of person and wouldn’t do that sort of thing.."
You stand awkwardly near Hanamichi's gang, the air thick with a mix of tension and something else—an odd kind of awkwardness that’s hard to place. Your eyes drift to Rukawa, who remains utterly unfazed, the blood trickling from his forehead seemingly irrelevant to him. His expression is cool, detached, as though none of this concerns him. In contrast, Hanamichi is stiff beside you, his face flushed—not with anger, but with the unmistakable embarrassment of being in Haruko’s presence.
Caught in the awkward stillness, unsure whether to speak or stay silent. The tension feels like a rubber band stretched to its limit, but it’s not just about the fight anymore—it’s the quiet clash of emotions, embarrassment, and indifference that keeps everyone rooted in place.
“I misjudged you Sakuragi-kun !!” The young girl exclaimed before darting off in the opposite direction of Rukawa, leaving Sakuragi behind, wailing with exaggerated, almost comical tears streaming down his face.
You stared at the scene, completely lost. Everyone around you spoke so fast that the words blended together into an overwhelming blur. You furrowed your brow, glancing between the group and the direction the girl had run, trying to make sense of the chaos.
“Y-you guys speak too fast,” you muttered, sweat-dropping as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I don’t fully understand what’s going on now...”
Sakuragi’s gang barely seemed to notice your confusion, too busy trying to calm their bawling leader, while Haruko was already a speck in the distance. You sighed, feeling more out of place than ever, the cultural gap yawning wide in moments like these. 
“I really need to catch up.”
A day had passed, and it didn’t take much to notice the strange shift in the redhead’s demeanor. Sakuragi, usually bursting with his trademark energy and overconfidence, seemed oddly down, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world. There was a gloomy air about him that felt completely out of place. But the strangest part was his reaction to basketballs.
Whenever he passed by someone playing, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw would tighten, and his eyes would narrow with an intensity that felt almost out of character. If the sound of dribbling reached his ears, his mood soured instantly.
And when his gaze fell on the players themselves laughing, shooting, and passing the ball it was as if a switch flipped.
Lost in his cloudy thoughts, Sakuragi’s foggy eyes barely registered the world around him. He didn’t even noticed the basketball hurtling toward him until it was too late. The impact was sharp and unforgiving, square on his face, sending him stumbling back slightly. Blood trickled from his nose, but to everyone’s shock, Sakuragi didn’t explode in his usual fiery rage.
The gang froze, wide-eyed, waiting for the inevitable outburst. But it never came. Instead, Sakuragi simply stood there, eerily calm. His hand reached up to touch his nose briefly, smearing the blood before his gaze dropped to the ball at his feet. Slowly, he crouched, picking it up in silence.
You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. The two responsible for the accident stood a few feet away, shaking like leaves in a storm. They knew all too well the redhead’s reputation as a hotheaded delinquent, and his uncharacteristic calm only made their fear worse.
From where you stood, you had seen everything unfold in real-time. Your jaw dropped, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. It wasn’t just the hit or the blood that caught you off guard—it was his reaction. Sakuragi was unpredictable, sure, but this? This was something entirely new, and it left you just as stunned as everyone else around him.
Quickening your pace toward the group, your thoughts raced just as fast. The hold Haruko has on him is insane, you mused, barely able to process the scene before you.
Everything escalated in the blink of an eye. Sakuragi, ball still in hand, suddenly lunged at the two boys responsible. They yelped out hurried apologies, but it didn’t stop him. His gang tried to intervene, only to be met with his infamous headbutts as he powered through anyone in his way. Caught in the whirlwind of chaos, you felt compelled to speak. “Hanamichi, r-remem…” you stuttered, the unfamiliar word catching on your tongue. You paused, frustration bubbling. “Man, how do you even pronounce that…?”
At the sound of your voice, Sakuragi froze mid-motion, turning to look at you. His expression softened just slightly, and, to your surprise, he actually answered. “Remember!” he said, enunciating the word with exaggerated clarity. “R-re... remem-ber?” you said hesitantly, your accent dragging the word into unfamiliar territory.
Sakuragi’s jaw dropped, his expression torn between disbelief and agony. “No! That’s not even close! Are you even trying?!” He threw his arms into the air, groaning dramatically. Your eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation bubbling up in your chest. “I am trying! You’re just not explaining it well!” you shot back, your voice defensive.
Sakuragi spun around, clutching his head like he was on the verge of losing his mind. “How hard can it be?! It’s one word!” Your cheeks burned, more from frustration than embarrassment, as you planted your hands on your hips. “Maybe if you stopped yelling at me, I’d actually get it!”
“Yelling?!” He whirled back to face you, his expression almost comically offended. “This isn’t yelling! I’m motivating you!”
You huffed, your lips tightening into a line as you fought to keep your composure. But your patience snapped when he mimicked you, his exaggerated pronunciation making your blood boil. “Motivating? You’re just being loud!” you snapped before switching to French, the words spilling out in a frustrated flurry. “Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”*
Sakuragi blinked, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you like you’d just grown a second head. “Huh? What—what did you just say?!”
“I said you’re impossible!” you shot back, still in French, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises!”*
His confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he tried—and failed—to decipher your words. “What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you making fun of me?!”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his bewildered expression. “Peut-être,”* you teased, your tone light but your eyes glinting mischievously.
“That’s it!” Sakuragi threw his hands up in the air, his face turning redder by the second. “You’re doing it on purpose! Stop speaking in... in whatever that is!”
“It’s French, idiot,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. “And if you don’t like it, maybe try being less i-nsuf— whatever…” You trailed off, still fumbling with the word. The tension thickened in the air as you struggled to pronounce it, and the frustration in your voice only made it worse.
Sakuragi, standing just a few steps away, couldn’t help himself. He let out a loud, mocking laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. “Insufferable?!” he repeated, his voice ringing with disbelief, practically gasping in exaggerated horror. “You can’t even say it right!”
You bit your lip, doing your best to keep your composure, though it was hard to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You spun around quickly, your back facing him now as you muttered, “It’s not my fault you’re so annoying.” The last word slipped out a little too loudly, but you didn’t care anymore.
But you knew him well enough to understand that he wasn’t about to let it go. “And by the way,” you continued, your voice a little softer now, tinged with a hint of exasperation, “Haruko hates you right now.”
Sakuragi froze mid-laugh, his hand still outstretched in the air, his posture suddenly rigid. His face contorted for a moment, the usual cocky grin vanishing as reality hit him harder than any of your words could. His eyes flickered away from you, and his lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of something vulnerable—something you hadn’t seen often—crossing his features. It was rare for him to drop the facade.
“You don’t have to remind me...” he muttered, his voice softer now, barely audible. The usual bravado that defined him faltered, leaving behind only the weight of his own frustration.
Your stance softened too, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy. But you couldn't let him off the hook entirely. “Hey, it’s not like you’re entirely innocent,” you said, teasing lightly, though the tone didn’t come out quite as playful as you’d intended.
Suddenly, the familiar cockiness was back. Sakuragi’s shoulders tensed, his hands balling into fists as his voice cracked in a way you hadn't expected. “And how could I not?!” he added, his tone switching to one of genuine exasperation, his earlier nonchalance giving way to something more raw. “It’s because of basketball that Haruko-chan h-hates me!”
The moment hung in the air, his declaration louder and more serious than his usual bluster. His words, tinged with frustration and self-pity, rang in your ears long after they were spoken. The atmosphere shifted as you stood there, sweat-dropping, your mind spinning in confusion.
You glanced around quickly, seeing the gang recovering from the earlier chaos, clearly used to Sakuragi’s wild antics. But as you observed him, caught somewhere between self-doubt and irritation, it was hard to reconcile the blustering fool with the person standing before you now.
Meanwhile, the absurdity of it all settled into the moment. How could things go from ridiculous to awkward so quickly? The gang wondered, as you were about to apologize a new figure came into view. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He wore a simple T-shirt, tucked neatly into his sport pants, the fabric stretching slightly over his muscular build. His posture was upright, exuding a quiet confidence, while his serious expression and sharp eyes made it clear that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with as he moved closer, the group instinctively quieted, sensing the weight of his authority, even though they had no idea who he was just yet.
Without a word, he reached forward, gripping Hanamichi's collar with surprising strength and pulling him back. 
“Not another fight, please…” you pleaded, your hands pressed together as you stepped forward. Your voice was a mix of frustration and hope, hoping to stop things before they got out of hand again. You looked around at the others, but no one seemed ready to intervene—everyone was too caught up in the tension, and it was clear they all expected things to get worse.
Mito and the others were caught off guard by the new arrival’s towering height and his clear, undeniable strength. You couldn’t help but stare as he scolded his teammates, the sharp knock he gave one of them on the top of their head showing just how much authority he carried. The tension in the air seemed to thicken, but before anyone could fully react, things shifted in a way none of you could have expected.
Out of nowhere, Hanamichi—of all people—stepped right in front of the new captain, his head tilted to the side, brows furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. And then, in true Hanamichi fashion, he slapped the basketball right into the captain’s face, with an unceremonious thwack that echoed across the school courtyard.
The group—you included—froze in a collective panic, watching as the captain stood there, completely unphased.
“Bastard!! WHAT CAPTAIN!? WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?!” Hanamichi shouted, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation. His voice rang out, causing everyone to flinch as he thrashed in the grip of his friends, who were now trying their best to keep him from causing even more chaos.
“Hanamichi!!” someone yelled in desperation, their voice tinged with panic.
“Stop! The opponent isn’t human!!” Nozomi cried, clearly trying to make Hanamichi realize just how serious this was. The shock and urgency in his tone made it clear: this wasn’t just another schoolyard scuffle.
"I HATE THE BASKETBALL TEAM THE MOST!! WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT SUCH A CRAPPY GAME!?" Hanamichi shouted, his frustration reaching its peak. As you observed the scene, you could feel the tension mounting between him and the basketball team. The team captain’s demeanor changed almost instantly, his expression hardening as his anger flared.
“A crappy game?” The captain’s voice dropped, becoming much deeper, colder. His knuckles cracked ominously as he prepared to charge at Hanamichi. “YOU SAID IT WAS A CRAPPY GAME!! YOU FOOL, LET’S GO!” He shouted, his fury matching Hanamichi’s. But his teammates quickly intervened, grabbing him in an attempt to hold him back, knowing full well the potential chaos this confrontation could lead to.
Still, the captain was blinded by rage, just as Hanamichi was, neither of them willing to back down. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just them and their burning resentment.
“They are draining…” you muttered out loud, a sigh escaping you as you took in the scene. The gang, still holding onto Hanamichi to prevent him from charging again, couldn’t help but agree with you, their faces showing clear signs of exhaustion from the escalating situation.
And just then, the captain’s face morphed into something almost frightening. His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. The intensity in his glare made it clear that this wasn’t just about a basketball game anymore—it was personal.
The idea of the year—a basketball duel. It seemed simple enough, but so far, Hanamichi looked less like the fiery challenger everyone expected and more like a sad puppy. His hands trembled, his wide eyes glistening as if on the verge of overflowing.
As Akagi, the team captain, sternly explained the rules, Hanamichi's composure completely crumbled. A single tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by another, until the tears were streaming freely. He didn’t even bother wiping them away, standing there looking utterly defeated before the game had even begun.
You could only sigh, crossing your arms as you shook your head. “Really?” you muttered under your breath.
The sight was equal parts pitiful and ridiculous, and yet, entirely in character for Hanamichi. You sighed again, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Was he really scared, or was this some sort of elaborate act?
Before you could dwell on it too long, his demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye. The tears vanished as if they’d never been there, replaced by a familiar, cocky grin. His chest puffed out, and he crossed his arms with exaggerated confidence.
“HAA DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!” he barked, his voice loud enough to echo across the school grounds. “I’ll steal your ball soon!” You blinked, baffled by the sudden change. One second, he was a teary mess, and now he was acting like he’d already won the match. The sheer audacity of it left you speechless, though you couldn’t help but chuckle. 
You stand near the edge of the court, eyes fixed on Hanamichi as he stumbles through the game. It’s not basketball; it’s a circus. But it’s his circus, and he’s putting on a show for everyone, due to the fact that his way of playing was...special.
The crowd watches with varying reactions: cheers, laughter, and, of course, the sharp-edged commentary from Karin and her group just a few feet away.
“Is he even trying?” Karin scoffs, her voice loud enough to carry. “Looks like he’s auditioning for a clown show.” A couple of her friends giggle, nudging each other. You glance at them, irritation bubbling up.
“At least he’s doing something,” you say, your voice steady despite your growing annoyance. “Unlike people who just talk and do nothing.” Karin’s head tilts, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Oh, sorry, what was that? Can someone translate? I don’t speak... whatever she’s saying.”
Nozomi, Karin’s friend, was standing slightly apart from the group, doesn’t laugh. She crosses her arms and glances away, as if disinterested in the whole scene. Before you can respond, a familiar voice chimes in.
“Want a translation?” Yohei says, sauntering over with Hanamichi’s gang in tow. He throws a lazy grin at Karin’s group. “She said... at... least... he’s... got... guts,” he says, drawing each word out painfully slow, like he’s speaking to a child.
Ōkusu leans in, hands on his hips. “Uuunnlike... youuuuuu,” he adds with exaggerated enunciation. Karin’s friends exchange awkward looks, clearly unsure how to react. Karin glares at Yohei but doesn’t respond.
Noma takes it a step further, mimicking her tone. “What’s that? Didn’t catch it? Should we slow it down more?” You bite back a smile, watching as their mockery turns the tables. Even Nozomi’s lips twitch, though she quickly hides it by looking away.
Karin huffs, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. You’re all idiots,” she snaps before stalking off, her friends scrambling to follow. “Good riddance,” Yohei says, flashing you a grin. “Don’t let them get to you.” 
A small, genuine smile forms on your lips, and you give them a quick, thankful glance.
"Thanks, guys," you say, your voice steadier now. The tension eases, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you feel a spark of warmth in their camaraderie. And they were quick to go back into teasing their red head.
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FRENCH DICTIONARAY
1.“Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”* : to be honest you're annoying ! You think that’s how we learn?!"
2. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises": and frankly, I’m sick of your tantrums.
3."Peut-être,”*: maybe
Winnies notes : im french so it’s sm easier for me to write in these type of scenes 😔🫶🏾
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winternet-s · 7 months ago
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MISUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )
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summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.
notes : hey...🧍🏿‍♀️how you doing LMAOOO MY BAD Y’ALL I WAS UNMOTIVATED SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE READING 🎀 ! lowkey wanna make a hanamichi x reader but aargh idkk, karin is the bully’s name btw in case you forgot
wc : around 3k
MASTERLIST
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III. THE DUAL
— Her gaze fell on Hanamichi, sharp and desperate, the kind of look that screamed, Why must you always make things harder? Her lips parted slightly as if words might follow, but none came, only a long, exasperated sigh that said it all. There was no need for explanation—the message was clear in the weight of her stare, a silent plea for him to stop whatever ridiculous scheme he was plotting before it spiraled completely out of control.
You pressed your palm to your forehead, inhaling sharply.
“Really? Didn’t I just say not to do anything stupid?” Your voice carried a tone of sheer exasperation, as though this situation had drained the last bit of patience she had left.
You glanced at Haruko, who was frozen in the doorway, her hands clutched tightly in front of her. The disbelief on Haruko's face was palpable, her wide eyes reflecting the shock of witnessing such a chaotic scene. Slowly, her expression shifted less startled and more... disappointed.
“You weren’t like this in my mind, Sakuragi-kun…” Haruko’s voice trailed off, her words soft yet firm, as though realizing that the image she'd built of him was crumbling.
You sighed heavily, already bracing yourself for the mess that would undoubtedly follow. You gave Hanamichi a sideways glance, your expression torn between irritation and resignation. "Great. Just great. Now she thinks you’re a lunatic," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms as you waited for him to save what little he could of the moment.
Haruko who was standing frozen for a moment, her wide eyes locked on the crimson streak trickling down Rukawa’s forehead. Her heart pounded, not from admiration this time, but from a surge of worry she couldn't suppress. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she bit her lip.
"Sakuragi-kun..Everybody said that Sakuragi-kun was very bad and scary but I thought you weren’t that kind of person and wouldn’t do that sort of thing.."
You stand awkwardly near Hanamichi's gang, the air thick with a mix of tension and something else—an odd kind of awkwardness that’s hard to place. Your eyes drift to Rukawa, who remains utterly unfazed, the blood trickling from his forehead seemingly irrelevant to him. His expression is cool, detached, as though none of this concerns him. In contrast, Hanamichi is stiff beside you, his face flushed—not with anger, but with the unmistakable embarrassment of being in Haruko’s presence.
Caught in the awkward stillness, unsure whether to speak or stay silent. The tension feels like a rubber band stretched to its limit, but it’s not just about the fight anymore—it’s the quiet clash of emotions, embarrassment, and indifference that keeps everyone rooted in place.
“I misjudged you Sakuragi-kun !!” The young girl exclaimed before darting off in the opposite direction of Rukawa, leaving Sakuragi behind, wailing with exaggerated, almost comical tears streaming down his face.
You stared at the scene, completely lost. Everyone around you spoke so fast that the words blended together into an overwhelming blur. You furrowed your brow, glancing between the group and the direction the girl had run, trying to make sense of the chaos.
“Y-you guys speak too fast,” you muttered, sweat-dropping as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I don’t fully understand what’s going on now...”
Sakuragi’s gang barely seemed to notice your confusion, too busy trying to calm their bawling leader, while Haruko was already a speck in the distance. You sighed, feeling more out of place than ever, the cultural gap yawning wide in moments like these. 
“I really need to catch up.”
A day had passed, and it didn’t take much to notice the strange shift in the redhead’s demeanor. Sakuragi, usually bursting with his trademark energy and overconfidence, seemed oddly down, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world. There was a gloomy air about him that felt completely out of place. But the strangest part was his reaction to basketballs.
Whenever he passed by someone playing, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw would tighten, and his eyes would narrow with an intensity that felt almost out of character. If the sound of dribbling reached his ears, his mood soured instantly.
And when his gaze fell on the players themselves laughing, shooting, and passing the ball it was as if a switch flipped.
Lost in his cloudy thoughts, Sakuragi’s foggy eyes barely registered the world around him. He didn’t even noticed the basketball hurtling toward him until it was too late. The impact was sharp and unforgiving, square on his face, sending him stumbling back slightly. Blood trickled from his nose, but to everyone’s shock, Sakuragi didn’t explode in his usual fiery rage.
The gang froze, wide-eyed, waiting for the inevitable outburst. But it never came. Instead, Sakuragi simply stood there, eerily calm. His hand reached up to touch his nose briefly, smearing the blood before his gaze dropped to the ball at his feet. Slowly, he crouched, picking it up in silence.
You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. The two responsible for the accident stood a few feet away, shaking like leaves in a storm. They knew all too well the redhead’s reputation as a hotheaded delinquent, and his uncharacteristic calm only made their fear worse.
From where you stood, you had seen everything unfold in real-time. Your jaw dropped, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. It wasn’t just the hit or the blood that caught you off guard—it was his reaction. Sakuragi was unpredictable, sure, but this? This was something entirely new, and it left you just as stunned as everyone else around him.
Quickening your pace toward the group, your thoughts raced just as fast. The hold Haruko has on him is insane, you mused, barely able to process the scene before you.
Everything escalated in the blink of an eye. Sakuragi, ball still in hand, suddenly lunged at the two boys responsible. They yelped out hurried apologies, but it didn’t stop him. His gang tried to intervene, only to be met with his infamous headbutts as he powered through anyone in his way. Caught in the whirlwind of chaos, you felt compelled to speak. “Hanamichi, r-remem…” you stuttered, the unfamiliar word catching on your tongue. You paused, frustration bubbling. “Man, how do you even pronounce that…?”
At the sound of your voice, Sakuragi froze mid-motion, turning to look at you. His expression softened just slightly, and, to your surprise, he actually answered. “Remember!” he said, enunciating the word with exaggerated clarity. “R-re... remem-ber?” you said hesitantly, your accent dragging the word into unfamiliar territory.
Sakuragi’s jaw dropped, his expression torn between disbelief and agony. “No! That’s not even close! Are you even trying?!” He threw his arms into the air, groaning dramatically. Your eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation bubbling up in your chest. “I am trying! You’re just not explaining it well!” you shot back, your voice defensive.
Sakuragi spun around, clutching his head like he was on the verge of losing his mind. “How hard can it be?! It’s one word!” Your cheeks burned, more from frustration than embarrassment, as you planted your hands on your hips. “Maybe if you stopped yelling at me, I’d actually get it!”
“Yelling?!” He whirled back to face you, his expression almost comically offended. “This isn’t yelling! I’m motivating you!”
You huffed, your lips tightening into a line as you fought to keep your composure. But your patience snapped when he mimicked you, his exaggerated pronunciation making your blood boil. “Motivating? You’re just being loud!” you snapped before switching to French, the words spilling out in a frustrated flurry. “Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”*
Sakuragi blinked, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you like you’d just grown a second head. “Huh? What—what did you just say?!”
“I said you’re impossible!” you shot back, still in French, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises!”*
His confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he tried—and failed—to decipher your words. “What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you making fun of me?!”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his bewildered expression. “Peut-être,”* you teased, your tone light but your eyes glinting mischievously.
“That’s it!” Sakuragi threw his hands up in the air, his face turning redder by the second. “You’re doing it on purpose! Stop speaking in... in whatever that is!”
“It’s French, idiot,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. “And if you don’t like it, maybe try being less i-nsuf— whatever…” You trailed off, still fumbling with the word. The tension thickened in the air as you struggled to pronounce it, and the frustration in your voice only made it worse.
Sakuragi, standing just a few steps away, couldn’t help himself. He let out a loud, mocking laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. “Insufferable?!” he repeated, his voice ringing with disbelief, practically gasping in exaggerated horror. “You can’t even say it right!”
You bit your lip, doing your best to keep your composure, though it was hard to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You spun around quickly, your back facing him now as you muttered, “It’s not my fault you’re so annoying.” The last word slipped out a little too loudly, but you didn’t care anymore.
But you knew him well enough to understand that he wasn’t about to let it go. “And by the way,” you continued, your voice a little softer now, tinged with a hint of exasperation, “Haruko hates you right now.”
Sakuragi froze mid-laugh, his hand still outstretched in the air, his posture suddenly rigid. His face contorted for a moment, the usual cocky grin vanishing as reality hit him harder than any of your words could. His eyes flickered away from you, and his lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of something vulnerable—something you hadn’t seen often—crossing his features. It was rare for him to drop the facade.
“You don’t have to remind me...” he muttered, his voice softer now, barely audible. The usual bravado that defined him faltered, leaving behind only the weight of his own frustration.
Your stance softened too, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy. But you couldn't let him off the hook entirely. “Hey, it’s not like you’re entirely innocent,” you said, teasing lightly, though the tone didn’t come out quite as playful as you’d intended.
Suddenly, the familiar cockiness was back. Sakuragi’s shoulders tensed, his hands balling into fists as his voice cracked in a way you hadn't expected. “And how could I not?!” he added, his tone switching to one of genuine exasperation, his earlier nonchalance giving way to something more raw. “It’s because of basketball that Haruko-chan h-hates me!”
The moment hung in the air, his declaration louder and more serious than his usual bluster. His words, tinged with frustration and self-pity, rang in your ears long after they were spoken. The atmosphere shifted as you stood there, sweat-dropping, your mind spinning in confusion.
You glanced around quickly, seeing the gang recovering from the earlier chaos, clearly used to Sakuragi’s wild antics. But as you observed him, caught somewhere between self-doubt and irritation, it was hard to reconcile the blustering fool with the person standing before you now.
Meanwhile, the absurdity of it all settled into the moment. How could things go from ridiculous to awkward so quickly? The gang wondered, as you were about to apologize a new figure came into view. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He wore a simple T-shirt, tucked neatly into his sport pants, the fabric stretching slightly over his muscular build. His posture was upright, exuding a quiet confidence, while his serious expression and sharp eyes made it clear that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with as he moved closer, the group instinctively quieted, sensing the weight of his authority, even though they had no idea who he was just yet.
Without a word, he reached forward, gripping Hanamichi's collar with surprising strength and pulling him back. 
“Not another fight, please…” you pleaded, your hands pressed together as you stepped forward. Your voice was a mix of frustration and hope, hoping to stop things before they got out of hand again. You looked around at the others, but no one seemed ready to intervene—everyone was too caught up in the tension, and it was clear they all expected things to get worse.
Mito and the others were caught off guard by the new arrival’s towering height and his clear, undeniable strength. You couldn’t help but stare as he scolded his teammates, the sharp knock he gave one of them on the top of their head showing just how much authority he carried. The tension in the air seemed to thicken, but before anyone could fully react, things shifted in a way none of you could have expected.
Out of nowhere, Hanamichi—of all people—stepped right in front of the new captain, his head tilted to the side, brows furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. And then, in true Hanamichi fashion, he slapped the basketball right into the captain’s face, with an unceremonious thwack that echoed across the school courtyard.
The group—you included—froze in a collective panic, watching as the captain stood there, completely unphased.
“Bastard!! WHAT CAPTAIN!? WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?!” Hanamichi shouted, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation. His voice rang out, causing everyone to flinch as he thrashed in the grip of his friends, who were now trying their best to keep him from causing even more chaos.
“Hanamichi!!” someone yelled in desperation, their voice tinged with panic.
“Stop! The opponent isn’t human!!” Nozomi cried, clearly trying to make Hanamichi realize just how serious this was. The shock and urgency in his tone made it clear: this wasn’t just another schoolyard scuffle.
"I HATE THE BASKETBALL TEAM THE MOST!! WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT SUCH A CRAPPY GAME!?" Hanamichi shouted, his frustration reaching its peak. As you observed the scene, you could feel the tension mounting between him and the basketball team. The team captain’s demeanor changed almost instantly, his expression hardening as his anger flared.
“A crappy game?” The captain’s voice dropped, becoming much deeper, colder. His knuckles cracked ominously as he prepared to charge at Hanamichi. “YOU SAID IT WAS A CRAPPY GAME!! YOU FOOL, LET’S GO!” He shouted, his fury matching Hanamichi’s. But his teammates quickly intervened, grabbing him in an attempt to hold him back, knowing full well the potential chaos this confrontation could lead to.
Still, the captain was blinded by rage, just as Hanamichi was, neither of them willing to back down. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just them and their burning resentment.
“They are draining…” you muttered out loud, a sigh escaping you as you took in the scene. The gang, still holding onto Hanamichi to prevent him from charging again, couldn’t help but agree with you, their faces showing clear signs of exhaustion from the escalating situation.
And just then, the captain’s face morphed into something almost frightening. His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. The intensity in his glare made it clear that this wasn’t just about a basketball game anymore—it was personal.
The idea of the year—a basketball duel. It seemed simple enough, but so far, Hanamichi looked less like the fiery challenger everyone expected and more like a sad puppy. His hands trembled, his wide eyes glistening as if on the verge of overflowing.
As Akagi, the team captain, sternly explained the rules, Hanamichi's composure completely crumbled. A single tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by another, until the tears were streaming freely. He didn’t even bother wiping them away, standing there looking utterly defeated before the game had even begun.
You could only sigh, crossing your arms as you shook your head. “Really?” you muttered under your breath.
The sight was equal parts pitiful and ridiculous, and yet, entirely in character for Hanamichi. You sighed again, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Was he really scared, or was this some sort of elaborate act?
Before you could dwell on it too long, his demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye. The tears vanished as if they’d never been there, replaced by a familiar, cocky grin. His chest puffed out, and he crossed his arms with exaggerated confidence.
“HAA DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!” he barked, his voice loud enough to echo across the school grounds. “I’ll steal your ball soon!” You blinked, baffled by the sudden change. One second, he was a teary mess, and now he was acting like he’d already won the match. The sheer audacity of it left you speechless, though you couldn’t help but chuckle. 
You stand near the edge of the court, eyes fixed on Hanamichi as he stumbles through the game. It’s not basketball; it’s a circus. But it’s his circus, and he’s putting on a show for everyone, due to the fact that his way of playing was...special.
The crowd watches with varying reactions: cheers, laughter, and, of course, the sharp-edged commentary from Karin and her group just a few feet away.
“Is he even trying?” Karin scoffs, her voice loud enough to carry. “Looks like he’s auditioning for a clown show.” A couple of her friends giggle, nudging each other. You glance at them, irritation bubbling up.
“At least he’s doing something,” you say, your voice steady despite your growing annoyance. “Unlike people who just talk and do nothing.” Karin’s head tilts, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Oh, sorry, what was that? Can someone translate? I don’t speak... whatever she’s saying.”
Nozomi, Karin’s friend, was standing slightly apart from the group, doesn’t laugh. She crosses her arms and glances away, as if disinterested in the whole scene. Before you can respond, a familiar voice chimes in.
“Want a translation?” Yohei says, sauntering over with Hanamichi’s gang in tow. He throws a lazy grin at Karin’s group. “She said... at... least... he’s... got... guts,” he says, drawing each word out painfully slow, like he’s speaking to a child.
Ōkusu leans in, hands on his hips. “Uuunnlike... youuuuuu,” he adds with exaggerated enunciation. Karin’s friends exchange awkward looks, clearly unsure how to react. Karin glares at Yohei but doesn’t respond.
Noma takes it a step further, mimicking her tone. “What’s that? Didn’t catch it? Should we slow it down more?” You bite back a smile, watching as their mockery turns the tables. Even Nozomi’s lips twitch, though she quickly hides it by looking away.
Karin huffs, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. You’re all idiots,” she snaps before stalking off, her friends scrambling to follow. “Good riddance,” Yohei says, flashing you a grin. “Don’t let them get to you.” 
A small, genuine smile forms on your lips, and you give them a quick, thankful glance.
"Thanks, guys," you say, your voice steadier now. The tension eases, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you feel a spark of warmth in their camaraderie. And they were quick to go back into teasing their red head.
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MASTERLIST
FRENCH DICTIONARAY
1.“Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”* : to be honest you're annoying ! You think that’s how we learn?!"
2. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises": and frankly, I’m sick of your tantrums.
3."Peut-être,”*: maybe
Winnies notes : im french so it’s sm easier for me to write in these type of scenes 😔🫶🏾
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summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.
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PROLOGUE
001: SAKURAGI HANAMICHI
002: RUKAWA KAEDE
003: THE DUAL
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summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.
notes : hey...🧍🏿‍♀️how you doing LMAOOO MY BAD Y’ALL I WAS UNMOTIVATED SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE READING 🎀 ! lowkey wanna make a hanamichi x reader but aargh idkk, karin is the bully’s name btw in case you forgot
wc : around 3k
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III. THE DUAL
— Her gaze fell on Hanamichi, sharp and desperate, the kind of look that screamed, Why must you always make things harder? Her lips parted slightly as if words might follow, but none came, only a long, exasperated sigh that said it all. There was no need for explanation—the message was clear in the weight of her stare, a silent plea for him to stop whatever ridiculous scheme he was plotting before it spiraled completely out of control.
You pressed your palm to your forehead, inhaling sharply.
“Really? Didn’t I just say not to do anything stupid?” Your voice carried a tone of sheer exasperation, as though this situation had drained the last bit of patience she had left.
You glanced at Haruko, who was frozen in the doorway, her hands clutched tightly in front of her. The disbelief on Haruko's face was palpable, her wide eyes reflecting the shock of witnessing such a chaotic scene. Slowly, her expression shifted less startled and more... disappointed.
“You weren’t like this in my mind, Sakuragi-kun…” Haruko’s voice trailed off, her words soft yet firm, as though realizing that the image she'd built of him was crumbling.
You sighed heavily, already bracing yourself for the mess that would undoubtedly follow. You gave Hanamichi a sideways glance, your expression torn between irritation and resignation. "Great. Just great. Now she thinks you’re a lunatic," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms as you waited for him to save what little he could of the moment.
Haruko who was standing frozen for a moment, her wide eyes locked on the crimson streak trickling down Rukawa’s forehead. Her heart pounded, not from admiration this time, but from a surge of worry she couldn't suppress. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she bit her lip.
"Sakuragi-kun..Everybody said that Sakuragi-kun was very bad and scary but I thought you weren’t that kind of person and wouldn’t do that sort of thing.."
You stand awkwardly near Hanamichi's gang, the air thick with a mix of tension and something else—an odd kind of awkwardness that’s hard to place. Your eyes drift to Rukawa, who remains utterly unfazed, the blood trickling from his forehead seemingly irrelevant to him. His expression is cool, detached, as though none of this concerns him. In contrast, Hanamichi is stiff beside you, his face flushed—not with anger, but with the unmistakable embarrassment of being in Haruko’s presence.
Caught in the awkward stillness, unsure whether to speak or stay silent. The tension feels like a rubber band stretched to its limit, but it’s not just about the fight anymore—it’s the quiet clash of emotions, embarrassment, and indifference that keeps everyone rooted in place.
“I misjudged you Sakuragi-kun !!” The young girl exclaimed before darting off in the opposite direction of Rukawa, leaving Sakuragi behind, wailing with exaggerated, almost comical tears streaming down his face.
You stared at the scene, completely lost. Everyone around you spoke so fast that the words blended together into an overwhelming blur. You furrowed your brow, glancing between the group and the direction the girl had run, trying to make sense of the chaos.
“Y-you guys speak too fast,” you muttered, sweat-dropping as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I don’t fully understand what’s going on now...”
Sakuragi’s gang barely seemed to notice your confusion, too busy trying to calm their bawling leader, while Haruko was already a speck in the distance. You sighed, feeling more out of place than ever, the cultural gap yawning wide in moments like these. 
“I really need to catch up.”
A day had passed, and it didn’t take much to notice the strange shift in the redhead’s demeanor. Sakuragi, usually bursting with his trademark energy and overconfidence, seemed oddly down, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world. There was a gloomy air about him that felt completely out of place. But the strangest part was his reaction to basketballs.
Whenever he passed by someone playing, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw would tighten, and his eyes would narrow with an intensity that felt almost out of character. If the sound of dribbling reached his ears, his mood soured instantly.
And when his gaze fell on the players themselves laughing, shooting, and passing the ball it was as if a switch flipped.
Lost in his cloudy thoughts, Sakuragi’s foggy eyes barely registered the world around him. He didn’t even noticed the basketball hurtling toward him until it was too late. The impact was sharp and unforgiving, square on his face, sending him stumbling back slightly. Blood trickled from his nose, but to everyone’s shock, Sakuragi didn’t explode in his usual fiery rage.
The gang froze, wide-eyed, waiting for the inevitable outburst. But it never came. Instead, Sakuragi simply stood there, eerily calm. His hand reached up to touch his nose briefly, smearing the blood before his gaze dropped to the ball at his feet. Slowly, he crouched, picking it up in silence.
You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. The two responsible for the accident stood a few feet away, shaking like leaves in a storm. They knew all too well the redhead’s reputation as a hotheaded delinquent, and his uncharacteristic calm only made their fear worse.
From where you stood, you had seen everything unfold in real-time. Your jaw dropped, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. It wasn’t just the hit or the blood that caught you off guard—it was his reaction. Sakuragi was unpredictable, sure, but this? This was something entirely new, and it left you just as stunned as everyone else around him.
Quickening your pace toward the group, your thoughts raced just as fast. The hold Haruko has on him is insane, you mused, barely able to process the scene before you.
Everything escalated in the blink of an eye. Sakuragi, ball still in hand, suddenly lunged at the two boys responsible. They yelped out hurried apologies, but it didn’t stop him. His gang tried to intervene, only to be met with his infamous headbutts as he powered through anyone in his way. Caught in the whirlwind of chaos, you felt compelled to speak. “Hanamichi, r-remem…” you stuttered, the unfamiliar word catching on your tongue. You paused, frustration bubbling. “Man, how do you even pronounce that…?”
At the sound of your voice, Sakuragi froze mid-motion, turning to look at you. His expression softened just slightly, and, to your surprise, he actually answered. “Remember!” he said, enunciating the word with exaggerated clarity. “R-re... remem-ber?” you said hesitantly, your accent dragging the word into unfamiliar territory.
Sakuragi’s jaw dropped, his expression torn between disbelief and agony. “No! That’s not even close! Are you even trying?!” He threw his arms into the air, groaning dramatically. Your eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation bubbling up in your chest. “I am trying! You’re just not explaining it well!” you shot back, your voice defensive.
Sakuragi spun around, clutching his head like he was on the verge of losing his mind. “How hard can it be?! It’s one word!” Your cheeks burned, more from frustration than embarrassment, as you planted your hands on your hips. “Maybe if you stopped yelling at me, I’d actually get it!”
“Yelling?!” He whirled back to face you, his expression almost comically offended. “This isn’t yelling! I’m motivating you!”
You huffed, your lips tightening into a line as you fought to keep your composure. But your patience snapped when he mimicked you, his exaggerated pronunciation making your blood boil. “Motivating? You’re just being loud!” you snapped before switching to French, the words spilling out in a frustrated flurry. “Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”*
Sakuragi blinked, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you like you’d just grown a second head. “Huh? What—what did you just say?!”
“I said you’re impossible!” you shot back, still in French, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises!”*
His confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he tried—and failed—to decipher your words. “What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you making fun of me?!”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his bewildered expression. “Peut-être,”* you teased, your tone light but your eyes glinting mischievously.
“That’s it!” Sakuragi threw his hands up in the air, his face turning redder by the second. “You’re doing it on purpose! Stop speaking in... in whatever that is!”
“It’s French, idiot,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. “And if you don’t like it, maybe try being less i-nsuf— whatever…” You trailed off, still fumbling with the word. The tension thickened in the air as you struggled to pronounce it, and the frustration in your voice only made it worse.
Sakuragi, standing just a few steps away, couldn’t help himself. He let out a loud, mocking laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. “Insufferable?!” he repeated, his voice ringing with disbelief, practically gasping in exaggerated horror. “You can’t even say it right!”
You bit your lip, doing your best to keep your composure, though it was hard to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You spun around quickly, your back facing him now as you muttered, “It’s not my fault you’re so annoying.” The last word slipped out a little too loudly, but you didn’t care anymore.
But you knew him well enough to understand that he wasn’t about to let it go. “And by the way,” you continued, your voice a little softer now, tinged with a hint of exasperation, “Haruko hates you right now.”
Sakuragi froze mid-laugh, his hand still outstretched in the air, his posture suddenly rigid. His face contorted for a moment, the usual cocky grin vanishing as reality hit him harder than any of your words could. His eyes flickered away from you, and his lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of something vulnerable—something you hadn’t seen often—crossing his features. It was rare for him to drop the facade.
“You don’t have to remind me...” he muttered, his voice softer now, barely audible. The usual bravado that defined him faltered, leaving behind only the weight of his own frustration.
Your stance softened too, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy. But you couldn't let him off the hook entirely. “Hey, it’s not like you’re entirely innocent,” you said, teasing lightly, though the tone didn’t come out quite as playful as you’d intended.
Suddenly, the familiar cockiness was back. Sakuragi’s shoulders tensed, his hands balling into fists as his voice cracked in a way you hadn't expected. “And how could I not?!” he added, his tone switching to one of genuine exasperation, his earlier nonchalance giving way to something more raw. “It’s because of basketball that Haruko-chan h-hates me!”
The moment hung in the air, his declaration louder and more serious than his usual bluster. His words, tinged with frustration and self-pity, rang in your ears long after they were spoken. The atmosphere shifted as you stood there, sweat-dropping, your mind spinning in confusion.
You glanced around quickly, seeing the gang recovering from the earlier chaos, clearly used to Sakuragi’s wild antics. But as you observed him, caught somewhere between self-doubt and irritation, it was hard to reconcile the blustering fool with the person standing before you now.
Meanwhile, the absurdity of it all settled into the moment. How could things go from ridiculous to awkward so quickly? The gang wondered, as you were about to apologize a new figure came into view. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He wore a simple T-shirt, tucked neatly into his sport pants, the fabric stretching slightly over his muscular build. His posture was upright, exuding a quiet confidence, while his serious expression and sharp eyes made it clear that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with as he moved closer, the group instinctively quieted, sensing the weight of his authority, even though they had no idea who he was just yet.
Without a word, he reached forward, gripping Hanamichi's collar with surprising strength and pulling him back. 
“Not another fight, please…” you pleaded, your hands pressed together as you stepped forward. Your voice was a mix of frustration and hope, hoping to stop things before they got out of hand again. You looked around at the others, but no one seemed ready to intervene—everyone was too caught up in the tension, and it was clear they all expected things to get worse.
Mito and the others were caught off guard by the new arrival’s towering height and his clear, undeniable strength. You couldn’t help but stare as he scolded his teammates, the sharp knock he gave one of them on the top of their head showing just how much authority he carried. The tension in the air seemed to thicken, but before anyone could fully react, things shifted in a way none of you could have expected.
Out of nowhere, Hanamichi—of all people—stepped right in front of the new captain, his head tilted to the side, brows furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. And then, in true Hanamichi fashion, he slapped the basketball right into the captain’s face, with an unceremonious thwack that echoed across the school courtyard.
The group—you included—froze in a collective panic, watching as the captain stood there, completely unphased.
“Bastard!! WHAT CAPTAIN!? WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?!” Hanamichi shouted, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation. His voice rang out, causing everyone to flinch as he thrashed in the grip of his friends, who were now trying their best to keep him from causing even more chaos.
“Hanamichi!!” someone yelled in desperation, their voice tinged with panic.
“Stop! The opponent isn’t human!!” Nozomi cried, clearly trying to make Hanamichi realize just how serious this was. The shock and urgency in his tone made it clear: this wasn’t just another schoolyard scuffle.
"I HATE THE BASKETBALL TEAM THE MOST!! WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT SUCH A CRAPPY GAME!?" Hanamichi shouted, his frustration reaching its peak. As you observed the scene, you could feel the tension mounting between him and the basketball team. The team captain’s demeanor changed almost instantly, his expression hardening as his anger flared.
“A crappy game?” The captain’s voice dropped, becoming much deeper, colder. His knuckles cracked ominously as he prepared to charge at Hanamichi. “YOU SAID IT WAS A CRAPPY GAME!! YOU FOOL, LET’S GO!” He shouted, his fury matching Hanamichi’s. But his teammates quickly intervened, grabbing him in an attempt to hold him back, knowing full well the potential chaos this confrontation could lead to.
Still, the captain was blinded by rage, just as Hanamichi was, neither of them willing to back down. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just them and their burning resentment.
“They are draining…” you muttered out loud, a sigh escaping you as you took in the scene. The gang, still holding onto Hanamichi to prevent him from charging again, couldn’t help but agree with you, their faces showing clear signs of exhaustion from the escalating situation.
And just then, the captain’s face morphed into something almost frightening. His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. The intensity in his glare made it clear that this wasn’t just about a basketball game anymore—it was personal.
The idea of the year—a basketball duel. It seemed simple enough, but so far, Hanamichi looked less like the fiery challenger everyone expected and more like a sad puppy. His hands trembled, his wide eyes glistening as if on the verge of overflowing.
As Akagi, the team captain, sternly explained the rules, Hanamichi's composure completely crumbled. A single tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by another, until the tears were streaming freely. He didn’t even bother wiping them away, standing there looking utterly defeated before the game had even begun.
You could only sigh, crossing your arms as you shook your head. “Really?” you muttered under your breath.
The sight was equal parts pitiful and ridiculous, and yet, entirely in character for Hanamichi. You sighed again, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Was he really scared, or was this some sort of elaborate act?
Before you could dwell on it too long, his demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye. The tears vanished as if they’d never been there, replaced by a familiar, cocky grin. His chest puffed out, and he crossed his arms with exaggerated confidence.
“HAA DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!” he barked, his voice loud enough to echo across the school grounds. “I’ll steal your ball soon!” You blinked, baffled by the sudden change. One second, he was a teary mess, and now he was acting like he’d already won the match. The sheer audacity of it left you speechless, though you couldn’t help but chuckle. 
You stand near the edge of the court, eyes fixed on Hanamichi as he stumbles through the game. It’s not basketball; it’s a circus. But it’s his circus, and he’s putting on a show for everyone, due to the fact that his way of playing was...special.
The crowd watches with varying reactions: cheers, laughter, and, of course, the sharp-edged commentary from Karin and her group just a few feet away.
“Is he even trying?” Karin scoffs, her voice loud enough to carry. “Looks like he’s auditioning for a clown show.” A couple of her friends giggle, nudging each other. You glance at them, irritation bubbling up.
“At least he’s doing something,” you say, your voice steady despite your growing annoyance. “Unlike people who just talk and do nothing.” Karin’s head tilts, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Oh, sorry, what was that? Can someone translate? I don’t speak... whatever she’s saying.”
Nozomi, Karin’s friend, was standing slightly apart from the group, doesn’t laugh. She crosses her arms and glances away, as if disinterested in the whole scene. Before you can respond, a familiar voice chimes in.
“Want a translation?” Yohei says, sauntering over with Hanamichi’s gang in tow. He throws a lazy grin at Karin’s group. “She said... at... least... he’s... got... guts,” he says, drawing each word out painfully slow, like he’s speaking to a child.
Ōkusu leans in, hands on his hips. “Uuunnlike... youuuuuu,” he adds with exaggerated enunciation. Karin’s friends exchange awkward looks, clearly unsure how to react. Karin glares at Yohei but doesn’t respond.
Noma takes it a step further, mimicking her tone. “What’s that? Didn’t catch it? Should we slow it down more?” You bite back a smile, watching as their mockery turns the tables. Even Nozomi’s lips twitch, though she quickly hides it by looking away.
Karin huffs, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. You’re all idiots,” she snaps before stalking off, her friends scrambling to follow. “Good riddance,” Yohei says, flashing you a grin. “Don’t let them get to you.” 
A small, genuine smile forms on your lips, and you give them a quick, thankful glance.
"Thanks, guys," you say, your voice steadier now. The tension eases, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you feel a spark of warmth in their camaraderie. And they were quick to go back into teasing their red head.
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FRENCH DICTIONARAY
1.“Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”* : to be honest you're annoying ! You think that’s how we learn?!"
2. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises": and frankly, I’m sick of your tantrums.
3."Peut-être,”*: maybe
Winnies notes : im french so it’s sm easier for me to write in these type of scenes 😔🫶🏾
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summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.
notes : hey...🧍🏿‍♀️how you doing LMAOOO MY BAD Y’ALL I WAS UNMOTIVATED SO I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE READING 🎀 ! lowkey wanna make a hanamichi x reader but aargh idkk, karin is the bully’s name btw in case you forgot
wc : around 3k
MASTERLIST
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III. THE DUAL
— Her gaze fell on Hanamichi, sharp and desperate, the kind of look that screamed, Why must you always make things harder? Her lips parted slightly as if words might follow, but none came, only a long, exasperated sigh that said it all. There was no need for explanation—the message was clear in the weight of her stare, a silent plea for him to stop whatever ridiculous scheme he was plotting before it spiraled completely out of control.
You pressed your palm to your forehead, inhaling sharply.
“Really? Didn’t I just say not to do anything stupid?” Your voice carried a tone of sheer exasperation, as though this situation had drained the last bit of patience she had left.
You glanced at Haruko, who was frozen in the doorway, her hands clutched tightly in front of her. The disbelief on Haruko's face was palpable, her wide eyes reflecting the shock of witnessing such a chaotic scene. Slowly, her expression shifted less startled and more... disappointed.
“You weren’t like this in my mind, Sakuragi-kun…” Haruko’s voice trailed off, her words soft yet firm, as though realizing that the image she'd built of him was crumbling.
You sighed heavily, already bracing yourself for the mess that would undoubtedly follow. You gave Hanamichi a sideways glance, your expression torn between irritation and resignation. "Great. Just great. Now she thinks you’re a lunatic," you muttered under your breath, crossing your arms as you waited for him to save what little he could of the moment.
Haruko who was standing frozen for a moment, her wide eyes locked on the crimson streak trickling down Rukawa’s forehead. Her heart pounded, not from admiration this time, but from a surge of worry she couldn't suppress. Her fists clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as she bit her lip.
"Sakuragi-kun..Everybody said that Sakuragi-kun was very bad and scary but I thought you weren’t that kind of person and wouldn’t do that sort of thing.."
You stand awkwardly near Hanamichi's gang, the air thick with a mix of tension and something else—an odd kind of awkwardness that’s hard to place. Your eyes drift to Rukawa, who remains utterly unfazed, the blood trickling from his forehead seemingly irrelevant to him. His expression is cool, detached, as though none of this concerns him. In contrast, Hanamichi is stiff beside you, his face flushed—not with anger, but with the unmistakable embarrassment of being in Haruko’s presence.
Caught in the awkward stillness, unsure whether to speak or stay silent. The tension feels like a rubber band stretched to its limit, but it’s not just about the fight anymore—it’s the quiet clash of emotions, embarrassment, and indifference that keeps everyone rooted in place.
“I misjudged you Sakuragi-kun !!” The young girl exclaimed before darting off in the opposite direction of Rukawa, leaving Sakuragi behind, wailing with exaggerated, almost comical tears streaming down his face.
You stared at the scene, completely lost. Everyone around you spoke so fast that the words blended together into an overwhelming blur. You furrowed your brow, glancing between the group and the direction the girl had run, trying to make sense of the chaos.
“Y-you guys speak too fast,” you muttered, sweat-dropping as you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I don’t fully understand what’s going on now...”
Sakuragi’s gang barely seemed to notice your confusion, too busy trying to calm their bawling leader, while Haruko was already a speck in the distance. You sighed, feeling more out of place than ever, the cultural gap yawning wide in moments like these. 
“I really need to catch up.”
A day had passed, and it didn’t take much to notice the strange shift in the redhead’s demeanor. Sakuragi, usually bursting with his trademark energy and overconfidence, seemed oddly down, his shoulders slumped as if carrying the weight of the world. There was a gloomy air about him that felt completely out of place. But the strangest part was his reaction to basketballs.
Whenever he passed by someone playing, his entire demeanor shifted. His jaw would tighten, and his eyes would narrow with an intensity that felt almost out of character. If the sound of dribbling reached his ears, his mood soured instantly.
And when his gaze fell on the players themselves laughing, shooting, and passing the ball it was as if a switch flipped.
Lost in his cloudy thoughts, Sakuragi’s foggy eyes barely registered the world around him. He didn’t even noticed the basketball hurtling toward him until it was too late. The impact was sharp and unforgiving, square on his face, sending him stumbling back slightly. Blood trickled from his nose, but to everyone’s shock, Sakuragi didn’t explode in his usual fiery rage.
The gang froze, wide-eyed, waiting for the inevitable outburst. But it never came. Instead, Sakuragi simply stood there, eerily calm. His hand reached up to touch his nose briefly, smearing the blood before his gaze dropped to the ball at his feet. Slowly, he crouched, picking it up in silence.
You could feel the tension in the air, thick and heavy. The two responsible for the accident stood a few feet away, shaking like leaves in a storm. They knew all too well the redhead’s reputation as a hotheaded delinquent, and his uncharacteristic calm only made their fear worse.
From where you stood, you had seen everything unfold in real-time. Your jaw dropped, your mouth hanging open in disbelief. It wasn’t just the hit or the blood that caught you off guard—it was his reaction. Sakuragi was unpredictable, sure, but this? This was something entirely new, and it left you just as stunned as everyone else around him.
Quickening your pace toward the group, your thoughts raced just as fast. The hold Haruko has on him is insane, you mused, barely able to process the scene before you.
Everything escalated in the blink of an eye. Sakuragi, ball still in hand, suddenly lunged at the two boys responsible. They yelped out hurried apologies, but it didn’t stop him. His gang tried to intervene, only to be met with his infamous headbutts as he powered through anyone in his way. Caught in the whirlwind of chaos, you felt compelled to speak. “Hanamichi, r-remem…” you stuttered, the unfamiliar word catching on your tongue. You paused, frustration bubbling. “Man, how do you even pronounce that…?”
At the sound of your voice, Sakuragi froze mid-motion, turning to look at you. His expression softened just slightly, and, to your surprise, he actually answered. “Remember!” he said, enunciating the word with exaggerated clarity. “R-re... remem-ber?” you said hesitantly, your accent dragging the word into unfamiliar territory.
Sakuragi’s jaw dropped, his expression torn between disbelief and agony. “No! That’s not even close! Are you even trying?!” He threw his arms into the air, groaning dramatically. Your eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation bubbling up in your chest. “I am trying! You’re just not explaining it well!” you shot back, your voice defensive.
Sakuragi spun around, clutching his head like he was on the verge of losing his mind. “How hard can it be?! It’s one word!” Your cheeks burned, more from frustration than embarrassment, as you planted your hands on your hips. “Maybe if you stopped yelling at me, I’d actually get it!”
“Yelling?!” He whirled back to face you, his expression almost comically offended. “This isn’t yelling! I’m motivating you!”
You huffed, your lips tightening into a line as you fought to keep your composure. But your patience snapped when he mimicked you, his exaggerated pronunciation making your blood boil. “Motivating? You’re just being loud!” you snapped before switching to French, the words spilling out in a frustrated flurry. “Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”*
Sakuragi blinked, his mouth slightly agape as he stared at you like you’d just grown a second head. “Huh? What—what did you just say?!”
“I said you’re impossible!” you shot back, still in French, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises!”*
His confusion deepened, his brow furrowing as he tried—and failed—to decipher your words. “What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you making fun of me?!”
You couldn’t help but smirk at his bewildered expression. “Peut-être,”* you teased, your tone light but your eyes glinting mischievously.
“That’s it!” Sakuragi threw his hands up in the air, his face turning redder by the second. “You’re doing it on purpose! Stop speaking in... in whatever that is!”
“It’s French, idiot,” you said with a sigh, shaking your head as you rolled your eyes. “And if you don’t like it, maybe try being less i-nsuf— whatever…” You trailed off, still fumbling with the word. The tension thickened in the air as you struggled to pronounce it, and the frustration in your voice only made it worse.
Sakuragi, standing just a few steps away, couldn’t help himself. He let out a loud, mocking laugh, throwing his head back dramatically. “Insufferable?!” he repeated, his voice ringing with disbelief, practically gasping in exaggerated horror. “You can’t even say it right!”
You bit your lip, doing your best to keep your composure, though it was hard to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You spun around quickly, your back facing him now as you muttered, “It’s not my fault you’re so annoying.” The last word slipped out a little too loudly, but you didn’t care anymore.
But you knew him well enough to understand that he wasn’t about to let it go. “And by the way,” you continued, your voice a little softer now, tinged with a hint of exasperation, “Haruko hates you right now.”
Sakuragi froze mid-laugh, his hand still outstretched in the air, his posture suddenly rigid. His face contorted for a moment, the usual cocky grin vanishing as reality hit him harder than any of your words could. His eyes flickered away from you, and his lips pressed into a thin line, a flicker of something vulnerable—something you hadn’t seen often—crossing his features. It was rare for him to drop the facade.
“You don’t have to remind me...” he muttered, his voice softer now, barely audible. The usual bravado that defined him faltered, leaving behind only the weight of his own frustration.
Your stance softened too, feeling an unexpected pang of sympathy. But you couldn't let him off the hook entirely. “Hey, it’s not like you’re entirely innocent,” you said, teasing lightly, though the tone didn’t come out quite as playful as you’d intended.
Suddenly, the familiar cockiness was back. Sakuragi’s shoulders tensed, his hands balling into fists as his voice cracked in a way you hadn't expected. “And how could I not?!” he added, his tone switching to one of genuine exasperation, his earlier nonchalance giving way to something more raw. “It’s because of basketball that Haruko-chan h-hates me!”
The moment hung in the air, his declaration louder and more serious than his usual bluster. His words, tinged with frustration and self-pity, rang in your ears long after they were spoken. The atmosphere shifted as you stood there, sweat-dropping, your mind spinning in confusion.
You glanced around quickly, seeing the gang recovering from the earlier chaos, clearly used to Sakuragi’s wild antics. But as you observed him, caught somewhere between self-doubt and irritation, it was hard to reconcile the blustering fool with the person standing before you now.
Meanwhile, the absurdity of it all settled into the moment. How could things go from ridiculous to awkward so quickly? The gang wondered, as you were about to apologize a new figure came into view. A tall, broad-shouldered man stepped forward, his presence immediately shifting the atmosphere. He wore a simple T-shirt, tucked neatly into his sport pants, the fabric stretching slightly over his muscular build. His posture was upright, exuding a quiet confidence, while his serious expression and sharp eyes made it clear that he wasn’t someone to be trifled with as he moved closer, the group instinctively quieted, sensing the weight of his authority, even though they had no idea who he was just yet.
Without a word, he reached forward, gripping Hanamichi's collar with surprising strength and pulling him back. 
“Not another fight, please…” you pleaded, your hands pressed together as you stepped forward. Your voice was a mix of frustration and hope, hoping to stop things before they got out of hand again. You looked around at the others, but no one seemed ready to intervene—everyone was too caught up in the tension, and it was clear they all expected things to get worse.
Mito and the others were caught off guard by the new arrival’s towering height and his clear, undeniable strength. You couldn’t help but stare as he scolded his teammates, the sharp knock he gave one of them on the top of their head showing just how much authority he carried. The tension in the air seemed to thicken, but before anyone could fully react, things shifted in a way none of you could have expected.
Out of nowhere, Hanamichi—of all people—stepped right in front of the new captain, his head tilted to the side, brows furrowed like he was trying to figure something out. And then, in true Hanamichi fashion, he slapped the basketball right into the captain’s face, with an unceremonious thwack that echoed across the school courtyard.
The group—you included—froze in a collective panic, watching as the captain stood there, completely unphased.
“Bastard!! WHAT CAPTAIN!? WHAT’S THE BIG DEAL?!” Hanamichi shouted, still oblivious to the gravity of the situation. His voice rang out, causing everyone to flinch as he thrashed in the grip of his friends, who were now trying their best to keep him from causing even more chaos.
“Hanamichi!!” someone yelled in desperation, their voice tinged with panic.
“Stop! The opponent isn’t human!!” Nozomi cried, clearly trying to make Hanamichi realize just how serious this was. The shock and urgency in his tone made it clear: this wasn’t just another schoolyard scuffle.
"I HATE THE BASKETBALL TEAM THE MOST!! WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT SUCH A CRAPPY GAME!?" Hanamichi shouted, his frustration reaching its peak. As you observed the scene, you could feel the tension mounting between him and the basketball team. The team captain’s demeanor changed almost instantly, his expression hardening as his anger flared.
“A crappy game?” The captain’s voice dropped, becoming much deeper, colder. His knuckles cracked ominously as he prepared to charge at Hanamichi. “YOU SAID IT WAS A CRAPPY GAME!! YOU FOOL, LET’S GO!” He shouted, his fury matching Hanamichi’s. But his teammates quickly intervened, grabbing him in an attempt to hold him back, knowing full well the potential chaos this confrontation could lead to.
Still, the captain was blinded by rage, just as Hanamichi was, neither of them willing to back down. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just them and their burning resentment.
“They are draining…” you muttered out loud, a sigh escaping you as you took in the scene. The gang, still holding onto Hanamichi to prevent him from charging again, couldn’t help but agree with you, their faces showing clear signs of exhaustion from the escalating situation.
And just then, the captain’s face morphed into something almost frightening. His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. The intensity in his glare made it clear that this wasn’t just about a basketball game anymore—it was personal.
The idea of the year—a basketball duel. It seemed simple enough, but so far, Hanamichi looked less like the fiery challenger everyone expected and more like a sad puppy. His hands trembled, his wide eyes glistening as if on the verge of overflowing.
As Akagi, the team captain, sternly explained the rules, Hanamichi's composure completely crumbled. A single tear rolled down his cheek, quickly followed by another, until the tears were streaming freely. He didn’t even bother wiping them away, standing there looking utterly defeated before the game had even begun.
You could only sigh, crossing your arms as you shook your head. “Really?” you muttered under your breath.
The sight was equal parts pitiful and ridiculous, and yet, entirely in character for Hanamichi. You sighed again, wondering what on earth was going through his head. Was he really scared, or was this some sort of elaborate act?
Before you could dwell on it too long, his demeanor shifted in the blink of an eye. The tears vanished as if they’d never been there, replaced by a familiar, cocky grin. His chest puffed out, and he crossed his arms with exaggerated confidence.
“HAA DON’T UNDERESTIMATE ME!” he barked, his voice loud enough to echo across the school grounds. “I’ll steal your ball soon!” You blinked, baffled by the sudden change. One second, he was a teary mess, and now he was acting like he’d already won the match. The sheer audacity of it left you speechless, though you couldn’t help but chuckle. 
You stand near the edge of the court, eyes fixed on Hanamichi as he stumbles through the game. It’s not basketball; it’s a circus. But it’s his circus, and he’s putting on a show for everyone, due to the fact that his way of playing was...special.
The crowd watches with varying reactions: cheers, laughter, and, of course, the sharp-edged commentary from Karin and her group just a few feet away.
“Is he even trying?” Karin scoffs, her voice loud enough to carry. “Looks like he’s auditioning for a clown show.” A couple of her friends giggle, nudging each other. You glance at them, irritation bubbling up.
“At least he’s doing something,” you say, your voice steady despite your growing annoyance. “Unlike people who just talk and do nothing.” Karin’s head tilts, a mocking smile curling on her lips. “Oh, sorry, what was that? Can someone translate? I don’t speak... whatever she’s saying.”
Nozomi, Karin’s friend, was standing slightly apart from the group, doesn’t laugh. She crosses her arms and glances away, as if disinterested in the whole scene. Before you can respond, a familiar voice chimes in.
“Want a translation?” Yohei says, sauntering over with Hanamichi’s gang in tow. He throws a lazy grin at Karin’s group. “She said... at... least... he’s... got... guts,” he says, drawing each word out painfully slow, like he’s speaking to a child.
Ōkusu leans in, hands on his hips. “Uuunnlike... youuuuuu,” he adds with exaggerated enunciation. Karin’s friends exchange awkward looks, clearly unsure how to react. Karin glares at Yohei but doesn’t respond.
Noma takes it a step further, mimicking her tone. “What’s that? Didn’t catch it? Should we slow it down more?” You bite back a smile, watching as their mockery turns the tables. Even Nozomi’s lips twitch, though she quickly hides it by looking away.
Karin huffs, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. You’re all idiots,” she snaps before stalking off, her friends scrambling to follow. “Good riddance,” Yohei says, flashing you a grin. “Don’t let them get to you.” 
A small, genuine smile forms on your lips, and you give them a quick, thankful glance.
"Thanks, guys," you say, your voice steadier now. The tension eases, and for the first time in what feels like hours, you feel a spark of warmth in their camaraderie. And they were quick to go back into teasing their red head.
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MASTERLIST
FRENCH DICTIONARAY
1.“Franchement, t’es insupportable! Tu crois que c’est comme ça qu’on apprend?!”* : to be honest you're annoying ! You think that’s how we learn?!"
2. “Et franchement, j’en ai marre de tes crises": and frankly, I’m sick of your tantrums.
3."Peut-être,”*: maybe
Winnies notes : im french so it’s sm easier for me to write in these type of scenes 😔🫶🏾
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winternet-s · 7 months ago
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— i'll prob post this weekend bc rn im so busy i just need to finish the editing 😮‍💨 and sleep a bit
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white f2u divs . . . happy halloween 👻 ♡/rb if used
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winternet-s · 7 months ago
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IN THE MAKING (HEARTBREAK ISN’T THE OFFICIAL TITLE BTW 😭)
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thank u for ur patience 🫶🏾😭
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winternet-s · 7 months ago
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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 — hello ... i know it’s been a while but – i got no excuses i just felt lazy 😭 and stuff happening i'll try to post soon the 3rd chap of misundertood 😔
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winternet-s · 8 months ago
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:D
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winternet-s · 8 months ago
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✿︎𝐀 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✿︎
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𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨! 𝐘𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐩(𝐥𝐨𝐥). 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭.♡
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✿︎♡︎𝐏𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲♡✿︎
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𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 (𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞): @rafeyscurtainbangs @xxbimbobunnyxx @eddiesxangel @loserboysandlithium @userchai @stvolanisinvenus @babygorewhore
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winternet-s · 8 months ago
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Magical Boys Sakuragi Gundan
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winternet-s · 8 months ago
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Still here, still safe
Update to:
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This is not AI generated, what is this ⬇️ lovingly drawn by my hands, thank you very much.
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winternet-s · 8 months ago
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TOTALLY..SPIES, (g. suguru )
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summary : It's the story of four friends who are spies living a life as high school students that is anything but normal. Undercover for the secret organization Whoop, they travel the world to protect the innocent and save lives. Balancing dangerous missions with the everyday challenges of adolescence, they navigate a world filled with secrets, betrayals, and thrilling adventures.
notes : i wanted to do a mini serie totally spies! au of jjk hope u enjoy it plus wait for the 2nd part aight ?! (3.6k words)
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CRAZY DOC.
──── THE MORNING WAS LIKE ANY OTHER at Tokyo Metropolitan High, or at least, that’s how it started. You sat at your usual lunch table, poking at your salad with a fork while half-listening to Shoko ramble about how boring her last class was.
“You’d think that by now, Mr. Takahashi would at least pretend to care about making math class less soul-sucking,” Shoko groaned, slumping over the table, her eyes barely staying open. “Honestly, being a teenage spy is easier than surviving calculus.”
Gojo, sitting across from you, flashed his usual grin. “Hey, if I can handle saving the world and acing math exams, you can too, Shoko. Just gotta think of everything as a strategy. Life’s a game.”
“You mean a game you never take seriously,” you teased, elbowing him lightly.
“Guilty as charged,” Gojo shrugged, still grinning, completely unfazed. He pushed his sunglasses up, looking around the cafeteria as if waiting for something to happen. And, like clockwork, Getou slid into the seat next to you, looking far too composed for someone who had just come from gym class. “You’re just upset because Mr. Takahashi doesn’t let you nap in class anymore.”
Shoko smirked, pushing her bangs out of her face. “Napping is a skill. Not everyone can do it with style.”
Before you could chime in, there was a sudden buzzing in your backpack. You, Getou, Gojo, and Shoko exchanged knowing looks.Not now…It was always at the most inconvenient times.
Gojo was the first to check, pulling out a small device from his pocket. “Yaga’s calling. Guess the world needs saving again.” You sighed, already imagining the crazy mission waiting for you, but there was no denying the thrill of it either. Even if it meant cutting lunch short—again.
Without another word, the four of you subtly slipped out of the cafeteria, heading towards the janitor’s closet—your usual meeting spot whenever WOOHP had a mission for you. The second you stepped inside the cramped closet, the floor dropped out from beneath your feet, sending all four of you tumbling through a slide-like tunnel. You barely had time to react before you were hurled into the familiar WOOHP briefing room, the smooth landing cushions barely softening your fall.
You groaned, pushing yourself up just in time to see Gojo land with a dramatic roll beside you.
“Man, I love when that happens!” he laughed, adjusting his glasses.
Shoko, who had somehow landed gracefully on her feet after being whooped through the tunnel, crossed her arms with a bored expression. “You would,” she said dryly, raising an eyebrow at Gojo, who had landed dramatically flat on his back, arms spread wide like a starfish.
Getou, always the composed one, straightened up next to you, brushing some imaginary dust off his uniform with a sigh. “You’d think after all this time, they’d come up with a less chaotic way to bring us here.” He muttered, his voice tinged with just a hint of exasperation.
You stifled a laugh. No matter how many times you were unceremoniously dropped through the WOOHP tunnel system, it never got old seeing your team react differently every time.
Before you could dwell on it, a familiar voice boomed through the room, cutting through the chatter. "Welcome, team."
You all snapped to attention as Yaga stood at the podium, looking as serious as ever. His massive frame, furrowed brows, and the permanent scowl etched into his face made it clear that this was no time for jokes—though, when was it ever for him?
Gojo, who had finally picked himself off the floor, leaned over to you, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear. “Bet we’re saving the world from an evil mastermind again,” he grinned, sliding his sunglasses back on as if the thought alone excited him. “Do you think we’ll get cool gadgets this time? Maybe one of those rocket-skateboards?”
You snorted, covering your mouth, while Getou rolled his eyes. “We got one last week, Gojo. You nearly crashed it into a tree, remember?”
“I was testing the limits,” Gojo said with mock seriousness, straightening his blazer like a professional stuntman. “You have to understand the tech to master it.”
Yaga cleared his throat, and all eyes snapped back to him. The room fell silent.
“We have a situation,” he began, tapping a button on the podium. Behind him, a digital map of Tokyo appeared, with a series of red dots blinking ominously. "A series of break-ins at high-tech labs across the city. Each one connected to a notorious figure known as Dr. Kanamori."
A picture of Dr. Kanamori flashed on the screen—a woman in a lab coat, with strikingly sharp glasses and a cold, calculating smile. She looked like the type who enjoyed creating evil contraptions for fun.
Yaga’s voice dropped, the tension in the room thickening. “Kanamori has been developing a dangerous device capable of mass disruption. Your mission is to infiltrate her next target, retrieve her plans, and stop her before she activates the device.”
“Breaking into high-tech labs?” Shoko yawned, resting her chin in her hand. “Sounds like a regular Tuesday.”
“Doesn’t sound that bad,” you muttered under your breath, already imagining yourself sneaking around laser grids and dodging security cameras. You’d barely finished your science homework for tomorrow, and now you were going to be breaking into a lab? Typical.
Yaga didn’t seem finished. “Her invention could destabilize entire networks across Tokyo, leading to chaos on a massive scale.” He paused, giving you all a hard stare. “This is no ordinary mission. Be cautious. Kanamori is highly unpredictable.”
“Unpredictable how?” Getou asked, always the one to focus on the details. His voice was calm but firm, and you could sense the gears in his mind already working, analyzing potential strategies.
Yaga raised an eyebrow. “She’s known for trapping her enemies with... let’s say, unconventional security measures.”
Gojo perked up. “Unconventional, like... sharks with lasers?” His voice dripped with excitement, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Or maybe robot guard dogs that shoot lasers out of their eyes?"
“Gojo, not everything’s about lasers,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Though, knowing our luck...”
“I’m just saying, lasers make everything cooler,” he winked.
Yaga continued, unfazed by Gojo’s antics. “This mission is time-sensitive. You’ll need to infiltrate her lab before dawn tomorrow. The window is tight, and you must retrieve her plans before she can launch the device.”
You could practically feel the pressure settle over you all. No big deal, you thought. Just another world-saving mission between study periods and high school drama.
Yaga pressed another button, and a familiar array of high-tech gadgets appeared on the screen. “You’ll be equipped with the latest spy gear, as usual. Jetpacks disguised as backpacks, laser pens, and, of course—” He turned to Gojo, “—a custom pair of sunglasses with thermal imaging.”
Gojo fist-pumped. “I love it when Yaga gets me.” He grinned, immediately turning to you and Getou to show off. “Thermal imaging! This is next level.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “Great. Now you’ll be able to see how hot-headed you actually are.”
Getou chuckled softly beside you, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “I give it ten minutes before he uses it for something completely unnecessary.”
You nodded, suppressing a laugh. “Definitely.”
Yaga, as serious as ever, clicked off the screen. “Get to work. I expect results.”
With that, the lights dimmed, and you knew it was time to suit up. Another mission, another chance to stop a villain from wreaking havoc on the world—just your average day.
You glanced over at Getou as you both stood up, getting ready to head out. He gave you a reassuring look, a quiet, confident smile that said, We’ve got this. And, honestly? With Getou by your side and the rest of your chaotic team, you believed it.
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Later, the four of you crouched behind a row of bushes, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you stared at the sleek, high-tech building in front of you. The facility was a maze of steel and glass, with security cameras swiveling methodically on the roof. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation thrumming through your veins—but after years of balancing high school, social life, and saving the world, this kind of adrenaline had become your version of “normal.”
“Are you sure this is the place?” you whispered, glancing at Getou, who was intently focused on the tablet in his hands, the screen casting a faint blue glow across his face. His expression was serious, brows furrowed in concentration as he studied the blueprints.
“This is it,” he said, his voice low but certain, eyes never leaving the screen. His calm demeanor was a grounding force, making you feel a bit more secure in the midst of this wild mission.
You nodded, glancing back toward the building. Just being near Getou made you feel like you could handle anything—whether it was balancing chemistry homework or sneaking into a high-tech lab at midnight. He had this steady presence, like no matter what happened, he’d have your back.
Gojo, however, had other ideas. He was already halfway out of the bushes, adjusting his sunglasses as though he was posing for an action movie poster. His grin was wide, and he seemed completely unbothered by the potential for danger. “Time to make an entrance,” he said, flexing his fingers around the laser pen like it was a weapon of ultimate coolness.
“Gojo, wait—” you hissed, knowing full well that nothing you said would stop him.
Before you could stop him, he was sprinting toward the front door with reckless abandon. The sound of the laser pen cutting through the lock was almost too loud in the silence of the night. You exchanged an exasperated glance with Getou, who merely sighed, giving you that look—the one that said, why do we even bother with him?
You suppressed a smile and followed quickly behind Gojo, with Shoko trailing lazily at the rear. The building was eerily quiet inside, the kind of silence that made your skin prickle. Fluorescent lights reflected off the pristine white floors, and the air was sterile, too clean, as you made your way through the empty hallways.
Shoko yawned from behind you, stretching as if you’d just interrupted her nap. “This mission feels way too easy. Maybe we can get out of here early and grab burgers or something?”
You shot a look at Getou, who was scanning the hallways with the same intensity as ever. He caught your gaze, his eyes narrowing as a frown tugged at his lips. “Agreed. Something’s off.” His voice was barely above a whisper, but the tension was clear. He trusted his instincts, and right now, they were telling him something wasn’t right.
You felt it too—an eerie, unnatural stillness hanging in the air, like the calm before a storm. You leaned in closer to him, your shoulder brushing against his arm, and whispered, “You think it’s a trap?”
Getou glanced down at you, his expression softening for a moment as he met your eyes. “Maybe. Stay close to me.” There was something about the way he said it—protective, quiet, but unwavering—that sent a warmth spreading through your chest.
Just as you turned the corner, a piercing alarm blared, shattering the stillness.
“Well, that didn’t last long,” you muttered under your breath, already feeling the spike of panic creeping in. The shrill sound of the alarm echoed off the walls, growing louder with every passing second.
Gojo, of course, was unphased. He smirked, adjusting his sunglasses again like he was in some action movie you weren’t aware of. “Hey, at least now it’s interesting!” He pulled out a gadget from his pocket with an almost too-casual swagger.
You let out a breathy laugh despite yourself. Trust Gojo to find the fun in total chaos.
But just as quickly, the levity faded as the situation settled in. Red lights flashed in the hallways, casting everything in a sharp, ominous glow. You felt Getou step closer to you, his body tense, alert, ready to act. His hand brushed yours briefly as he checked the blueprint again on his tablet, and for a second, the noise and the flashing lights faded into the background.
"Stick to the plan," Getou said softly, his eyes locking with yours, a look of reassurance in them. “We can get through this. Together.”
You nodded, feeling your pulse quicken, but something about his calmness helped you focus. Even when things were spiraling out of control, Getou always managed to stay grounded. And as chaotic as everything always seemed to get, you knew that, with him by your side, you could manage.
The alarm was blaring louder now, footsteps approaching rapidly down the hall. Shoko groaned, pulling out a compact mirror that you knew was more than just a mirror. “Great. I’m never going to finish that biology report at this rate.”
“Seriously?” Gojo called over the noise, as he fiddled with his gadgets, clearly ready to take on whatever storm was coming. “This is way better than a report.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Chaos or not, this was what your life had become—and honestly, there was nowhere else you’d rather be. As long as you had this team, and Getou’s quiet but steadfast support, you knew you could face whatever craziness came your way.
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After a chaotic escape involving dodging laser grids, narrowly avoiding guard patrols, and watching Shoko hack into the mainframe like it was nothing more than homework, the four of you somehow managed to make it back to school just in time for first period. Your uniforms were slightly rumpled, and there was still a faint buzz of adrenaline in the air, but walking through the school gates was like crossing into a completely different world.
Inside the classroom, everything was calm—too calm, considering the chaos you’d just left behind. Your classmates were chatting, flipping through textbooks, utterly unaware of how close you’d come to disaster before sunrise. You quickly slipped into your seat, trying to ignore the nagging thought that the mission wasn’t finished yet.
You exchanged a look with Getou, who sat beside you, his usually composed expression troubled just beneath the surface. His fingers drummed lightly against his notebook, the tension clear in his body despite the laid-back atmosphere of the classroom.
The bell rang, and your teacher, Mr. Takahashi, entered the room, his arms loaded with books as usual. “Alright, everyone,” he said in his usual monotone, oblivious to the world-saving students seated in his class. “Open your textbooks to chapter five. Today, we’re covering logarithms.”
The word logarithms felt like a slap, snapping you out of spy mode and pulling you back into the everyday mundanity of high school life. You tried to focus, but your mind kept drifting back to the mission—the empty lab, the eerie silence, and the gnawing feeling that something had been wrong.
Leaning slightly toward Getou, you whispered, “We didn’t find anything... What do you think that means?”
Getou’s brow furrowed as he scribbled something aimlessly in the margins of his notebook. “I don’t know. It feels like we missed something important. Labs like that don’t just stay empty.” His voice was low, cautious, as if speaking too loud would break the delicate balance between your two lives.
Behind you, Gojo stretched in his seat, his sunglasses sliding down his nose as he leaned forward. “Maybe we did miss something. Or maybe Dr. Kanamori’s just messing with us. Gotta keep the suspense going, you know?”
You sighed. “I don’t like it. We were supposed to stop her plan, but... we have no clue what it even is.”
Gojo grinned, ever the optimist. “Come on, we’ll figure it out. Yaga wouldn’t send us back empty-handed. Besides, it was just a recon mission, right? Next time we’ll get her.”
Shoko, seated a few rows over, barely looked up from her notebook. “Unless next time, she’s ten steps ahead of us. It wouldn’t be the first time we’ve been outplayed.”
You couldn’t help but feel a wave of unease settle over you. Shoko wasn’t wrong. For all the chaos of the mission, you had left without any leads, no idea where Dr. Kanamori’s next move would be. The quiet in that lab had felt... wrong. Like a trap just waiting to spring.
Mr. Takahashi’s voice droned on in the background, the scratching of chalk on the board doing nothing to ease the tension coiling inside you. You glanced over at Getou again, noticing how his jaw was set, his mind clearly still turning over the details of the mission, much like yours.
Suddenly, Gojo leaned even closer, whispering conspiratorially. “Bet you anything Yaga’s already cooking up our next move. Probably waiting for the perfect time to yank us out of here—maybe during gym class.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “That would be the worst timing.”
“Or the best,” Gojo shot back, his grin widening. “Imagine it: we’re in the middle of dodgeball, and boom, we’re off saving the world again. Beats logarithms any day.”
You shook your head, but Gojo’s ability to brush off the mission’s failure so easily was comforting in a weird way. Still, you knew better. You could feel the unfinished business gnawing at the back of your mind, and from the look on Getou’s face, he felt it too.
Shoko let out a long yawn, resting her head on her hand. “If Kanamori really is ahead of us, we should be worrying about what’s next instead of this.” She gestured vaguely at the chalkboard, where Mr. Takahashi was outlining a complicated equation.
You gave a half-nod in her direction, feeling that same restlessness. “We barely even know what we’re up against.”
“Exactly,” Getou murmured, his eyes flicking toward you, his voice quiet but thoughtful. “The next move’s hers.”
The words hung in the air, heavy with implication. You opened your textbook, pretending to focus on the lesson, but your thoughts kept drifting back to the mission. As normal as school life was supposed to be, there was no escaping the sense of urgency that followed you from W.O.O.P. missions. It was like living two lives, each one bleeding into the other, never quite separate.
You stole another glance at Getou, who was now deep in thought, his hand absently tapping his pencil against the desk. His calm, steady presence usually grounded you, but today, you could see the concern etched in his features. He felt it too—the storm that was coming.
Gojo’s voice broke the tension, as he leaned back with a lazy grin. “Let’s just hope Yaga doesn’t call us in during lunch. I’m starving.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Priorities, Gojo.”
“Always,” he winked, then added, “But seriously, it’s not over yet. Kanamori’s planning something big. I can feel it.”
Shoko gave a half-hearted wave in his direction. “Let’s just hope we’re ready when it happens.”
As the class dragged on, the mission weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn’t over, not by a long shot. And as much as you tried to focus on logarithms and classroom banter, you knew that soon enough, Yaga would be calling on you again, and the stakes would only get higher.
As the class dragged on, the mission weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn’t over, not by a long shot. And as much as you tried to focus on logarithms and classroom banter, you knew that soon enough, Yaga would be calling on you again, and the stakes would only get higher.
Time seemed to crawl as the teacher droned on, your thoughts slipping back to the chaos of the night before. You couldn’t shake the feeling that the calm surrounding you was just an illusion. The bell finally rang, breaking your train of thought, and students erupted into the hall, eager to escape the confines of the classroom.
You stood up, stretching, when your phone buzzed in your pocket. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, you pulled it out, heart racing. The screen lit up with a message from an unknown number.
Kanamori: “Did you enjoy your little field trip? Hope you took notes. The real lesson starts now. You’re not as clever as you think.”
Your stomach dropped, the mockery in her words echoing in your mind. Shoko leaned over, peering at your phone. “What is it?”
“Kanamori,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. “She’s taunting us.”
Getou, overhearing, stepped closer, his face hardening. “We need to get back to the safe house and figure out our next move—fast. She’s making her move, and we need to be ready.”
Just then, a loud crash echoed from the hallway, snapping your attention back to the chaos unfolding outside. A few students gasped, and you exchanged a glance with Shoko and Getou. The adrenaline kicked in again, and you felt a chill race down your spine.
“Let’s go,” you urged, pushing through the throng of students, anxiety mounting as you headed toward the source of the noise. The mocking tone of Kanamori’s text rang in your ears, the feeling of being hunted sending you into overdrive.
As you reached the exit, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were walking right into her trap, and the realization sent a shiver down your spine.
The world outside was darkening, the sky a deepening shade of gray. A storm was brewing, and Kanamori was at the center of it.
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MISUNDERSTOOD ( slam dunk )
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summary : After moving to Japan over a year ago, [Name] faces the challenges of xenophobia, cultural barriers, and fitting into a society that sees her as an outsider. As she struggles with isolation, an unexpected encounter with Hanamichi Sakuragi, the school's notorious red-haired delinquent, throws her life into even more chaos. Between harsh whispers in the hallways and the surprising friendships she forms, [Name] is about to discover that fitting in means more than just blending into the background.
notes: writing long chapters is harder than what i thought 🧍🏿‍♀️
warnings: praying ? i mean ik many people who got religion trauma so .. skip that part if you're uncomfy !
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II. RUKAWA KAEDE
— A NEW DAY HAD SHOWN, [NAME] was sat, the rhythmic sway of the train's embrace, melodies weave through her mind as she had her earphones plugged in her ears minding her business, not fully noticing the elderly woman standing up right in front of her. Until she spotted a group of girls wearing the same uniform as her, lowering the music she took time to listen to their words. 
Their hushed words waltz in the air, "That old lady's standing right in front of her but she's just sitting there." a clandestine critique veiled in camaraderie,"Pretty girls are usually ugly inside." exchanged between conspiring lips. 
None of her actions escaped the sharp tongues of critics, each step weighed and found wanting, their eyes turning into a relentless microscope. [name] paid no mind to their words she simply stood up letting her place for the older woman. 
In the quiet train where the curious would glance at her figure, only to turn onto surprised one. With a swift unfeeling kick, tranquility is shattered for the man who was asleep, the dreamer is torn from his cocoon of rest. Abruptly waking up, blurry vision, once clear he spoke up to [name].
"W-What's gotten into you..?"Stammered the old man, slowly but surely waking up.
"Your leg was in my way!" Hearing this was enough for the stranger to apologize, cheeks faintly turning rose. However a stream of discontent pierces the air like a mournful wail.
". . tss foreigners are troublesome." Each word drips with dissatisfaction, hearing this [name] couldn't help but lean towards the woman. Her gentle breath brushing against the skin, leaning in with careful intent, she whispered into her ear.
"Stealing while he is asleep isn't brave of you, and am I really troublesome? That's rich coming from a thief." Her words are a secret troubling the gray haired woman, mocking yet honest. 
"I don't know what you're t-talking about." 
Caught in the web of deceit, words tangled like threads, she had the weight of the truth pressed against her lips. It was as if the cold stare that the teeanger was giving to her froze her on the seat, struggling to break free from her stare. She built a lie. A lame lie.
"You will reap what you sow one day."
[name] walked away, leaving behind a lingering silence that echoes the unresolved tension in the air. 
'How did she noticed?!' was the only thing pondering her thoughts.
AS THE TRAIN PULLED into the station, [Name] disembarked, her steps measured and purposeful, the muted music now a faint echo in her ears. She walked the familiar path to school, her gaze unwavering, her thoughts a fortress against the world's intrusions.
Entering the school gates, she found herself amidst the throng of students, their chatter a constant hum. Suddenly, a voice called out, clear and bright above the noise."[Name]!" Haruko's face lit up as she approached, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the cool detachment of [Name].
"Morning," [Name] replied, her tone even, her expression unchanging.
"I'm so glad I caught you!" Haruko continued, undeterred. "Sakuragi was looking for me earlier. Do you know anything about it?"
[Name] raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "No. But knowing Sakuragi, it's probably something ridiculous."
Haruko awkwardly laughed, a sound as light as spring rain. "You're probably right. Anyway, there's something else. Are you okay? You look lost in your thoughts. "
[Name] sighed inwardly, "Just wondering when will I feel at home. Plus I might have acted before thinking..."
The brunette felt a pang of guilt and reached out to gently touch [Name]'s arm. "Hey, don't worry. It takes time to adjust. You're doing great, really. And everyone can see how strong you are."
[Name] gave a small smile, appreciating the comfort. "Thanks, Haruko. I guess I just need to give it more time." The bell rang, signaling the end of their break, and the two girls began walking toward their classroom. As they approached, a group of classmates, known for their hypocrite attitudes, called out to [Name].
"Hey, [Name]! We're going to karaoke after school. You should come with us," one of the girls said with a deceptively sweet smile.
[Name] intensely stared at them, sensing the invitation was more of a trap than a friendly gesture. Haruko noticed the exchange and gave [Name] a supportive nod. "It's okay, you don't have to go if you don't want to," she whispered.
[Name] mustered a polite decline. "No thanks."
The group shrugged and moved on, leaving [Name] feeling a bit relieved. As they entered the classroom, Haruko's eyes sparkled with a sudden thought. "Oh, I almost forgot! Hanamichi wants to talk to me, I'm a bit nervous and..I would love if you come with me."
Curious, and in need of a distraction, [Name] agreed. After the final bell rang, she made her way to the designated spot, finding Hanamichi's gang crouched behind a bush, clearly up to something.
"What's going on?" [Name] whispered, crouching down beside them. Startled by the new voice in his ears, the red head abruptly turned his face to the owner, a mischievous grin on his face. "We're spying on Haruko. I need to know what she thinks about Rukawa."
The girl crouched before him, her movements smooth and deliberate. Despite the so called serious situation, there was an air of quiet confidence about her, as if she had done this a thousand times before. Her posture was relaxed, her presence comforting, and the slight tilt of her lips made it clear she was fully aware of the chaos unfolding inside Hanamichi’s mind.
"Be honest with her," she said softly, her voice gentle but firm. She looked him straight in the eyes, as if daring him to actually listen for once. "And do not scare her. You can be quite aggressive sometimes."
Hanamichi blinked, taken aback. "Aggressive? Me? I’m the gentlest guy around!" His voice came out louder than intended, and she raised an eyebrow in response, clearly unconvinced.
She sighed, the kind of sigh you give a toddler who insists they're a superhero but keeps tripping over their cape. "Yeah, sure. Just don't... you know, get too excited. Try to keep it cool."
Hanamichi puffed out his chest. "Cool? I’m always cool." He raised a fist, dramatically flexing, clearly imagining himself as the picture of composure.
"Uh-huh." Her expression remained deadpan, but her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was already bracing herself for whatever disaster Hanamichi was about to cause. "Also, don’t make things weird. And the most important thing—"
Hanamichi leaned in closer, his face full of sudden intensity. "The most important thing? What is it?!"
Her eyes narrowed slightly, giving him a serious look that made him gulp. “Don’t—”
He leaned in closer, eyes wide.
“Do anything stupid.”
A beat passed. Hanamichi froze, blinking rapidly, his brain slowly processing the weight of the advice. "What? Me? Do something stupid?! I—"
But before he could finish, she gave him a light thump on the forehead with her knuckle. "Yes, you. Now go out there, don't overthink it, and try not to be a complete disaster."
Hanamichi rubbed his forehead, looking slightly hurt but still confused. "Oi, oi, what’s with the forehead flick? I got this! I’m not gonna mess it up!"
She stood up, her expression still calm but the teasing edge clear in her smile. "Let’s hope so. I have faith in you... sort of."
"Sort of?!" Hanamichi's voice shot up an octave, but she had already turned on her heel, giving him a quick wave as she walked away.
Hanamichi took a deep breath, straightening his back. "Just you wait! I’ll show her how brilliant I am!" He smirked, his confidence surging. “I’m a genius, after all!”
He let out a loud, boisterous laugh, throwing his head back as if the universe was about to recognize his unparalleled greatness. “Hahahaha! Who wouldn’t fall for a genius like me?!”
As the sound of his laughter echoed, the girl shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face. "If I recall correctly, I'm the second person who rejected you, anyways I gotta go!" she called back, leaving Hanamichi with a blend of determination and slight embarrassment.
Meanwhile, the four others that were present were amused by the scene instantly noticing the change in their friend. Moments ago, Hanamichi had radiated confidence—his usual boisterous self, the self-proclaimed genius. But now, his demeanor was entirely different.
Hanamichi stood there, blinking in a daze. The trademark swagger he wore so proudly seemed to crumble away with each passing second. His eyes darted from the path where [Name] had left him to his group of friends, a flush creeping steadily up his neck and into his cheeks. His fingers absentmindedly brushed over the spot where she'd lightly tapped his forehead, his mind replaying her words on a loop.
"I wasn’t too aggressive… was I?" he mumbled to himself, barely audible. He suddenly felt like a child caught in the act of something mischievous, rather than the towering presence he often tried to be.
"Come on, Hanamichi!" Nozomi nudged him with an elbow, his grin wide. "You really thought that’d work? The ol’ 'date me' approach?"
Mito chuckled, shaking his head. "It’s okay, man. It’s all part of the learning process. You’re two rejections in, but who's counting?"
"Shut up!" Hanamichi shot back, though his heart wasn’t in it. The teasing didn’t even faze him this time. Instead, his mind was fixated on the brief yet charged exchange with [Name]—the calm way she handled herself, how she wasn't swept up by his dramatic antics. And worse, how she had called him… aggressive.
"Did I come off too strong?" he asked, a rare hint of vulnerability seeping into his voice. "She wasn’t scared of me or something, right?"
His friends shared knowing glances, all too familiar with Hanamichi’s tendency to bulldoze through situations without fully realizing the consequences. But before they could offer any more insight, Hanamichi straightened up and puffed his chest out once more, as if trying to reclaim his lost confidence.
"Doesn't matter!" Hanamichi declared, forcing the usual bravado back into his tone. "I’m a genius! She’ll come around eventually!"
But the resolve in his voice didn’t quite match the uncertainty in his eyes.
As [Name] walked away from the scene, frustration bubbled inside her. The encounter in the train had left her uneasy. Feeling the weight of everything, she found herself drawn to the nearest bathroom. Once inside, she locked herself in one of the stalls, pressing her hands against her temples and breathing deeply. Her head was spinning from the whirlwind of emotions. Leaning back against the door, she whispered a quiet prayer under her breath.
"God, help me. I don’t know how to deal with this anymore." Her voice was soft, almost pleading. "I don’t want to be rude. I don’t want to push people away. But… I’m tired. Tired of always feeling like an outsider. Tired of fighting to belong. Forgive me if I’ve been harsh, if I’ve judged too quickly." She paused, swallowing hard as her hands clasped together. "Please give me strength… and patience. I’m trying, I really am."
The words hung in the air for a moment, her whispered prayer fading into the quiet of the bathroom. As she opened her eyes, she stared blankly at the tiled floor, wondering if any of it would get easier. Would the misunderstandings lessen? Would the constant feeling of being an outsider ever fade?
Before she could get too lost in her thoughts, the bathroom door creaked open, and familiar voices floated in, immediately pulling her back to reality. She stiffened, recognizing the sharp laughter—it was her bullies. She stayed silent, her breath caught in her throat, as she listened.
"Did you see the look on her face on the train earlier?" one of them sneered, her voice laced with venom. "The audacity to call out that old woman like she’s some kind of saint. Who does she think she is?"
"I know, right?" another voice chimed in, her tone equally cruel. "Just because she’s a foreigner doesn’t mean she gets to lecture people. She always acts like she’s above everyone. It’s pathetic."
"Honestly, I’m not surprised she rejected Hanamichi. She probably thinks no one's good enough for her." Their laughter grew louder, each comment more cutting than the last. "I bet she couldn't even understand what he was saying with that terrible accent of hers."
The laughter that followed was harsh and bitter, each word stinging like salt in a wound. [Name] could feel her pulse quicken, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to steady herself. They were talking about her as if she weren’t human—as if she were some sort of novelty, different because she wasn’t like them.
"You know, it’s only a matter of time before she messes up," one of the girls added, her tone dripping with malice. "She’ll make a fool of herself, and we’ll all be there to see it."
The door creaked again as the girls left, their mocking laughter fading down the hallway. Silence returned to the bathroom, but it felt heavy, suffocating. [Name] stared at her reflection in the mirror, her chest tight. She had known they talked about her, of course. The whispers, the sideways glances—it had all been there since day one. But hearing it so openly, so unapologetically cruel, made her stomach turn.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to push the bitterness away. She wasn’t going to let their words define her. She wasn’t going to let their opinions shape how she saw herself.
With one last look at her reflection, she straightened her posture and quietly left the bathroom. Her steps were firm, her head held high, even though inside, she still carried the weight of their cruelty.
‘Lord forgive me for the hatred I have against them and theirs against me.’ She thought.
She took a deep breath, smoothed her uniform, and exited the restroom. As she stepped into the hallway, she noticed Haruko standing nearby, glancing around as if looking for someone.
"[Name]-chan!" Haruko's voice echoed down the corridor as she caught sight of her friend. There was a touch of worry in her bright eyes as she hurried over. "[Name]-chan, where were you? You were supposed to be there when Sakuragi wanted to talk to me!"
[Name] offered a small, apologetic smile, her mind still clouded by the earlier encounter and her tense exchange in the restroom. "Sorry, Haruko-chan," she began, choosing her words carefully. "I just... needed a moment. I had to pray." She shrugged lightly, not wanting to dive into the specifics of what had just transpired.
Haruko’s brows furrowed with concern, her usual brightness dimmed slightly. "Are you okay? You looked... distracted earlier."
[Name] could feel Haruko's worry for her, but she wasn’t ready to burden her friend with the weight of her thoughts—not yet. "I’m fine," she reassured softly. "I just needed to clear my head, that’s all. I'm really sorry if I worried you."
Haruko smiled in understanding, though the concern didn't fully leave her gaze. "You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re okay."
As the two girls began walking down the hallway, [Name]'s eyes wandered upwards. She blinked in surprise as her gaze fell upon a familiar red-haired figure, standing by the edge of the rooftop, with what seemed to be his friends and another one – and the way he was holding the black hair is far from being affectionate. Hanamichi Sakuragi. His tall frame, his unmistakable vibrant hair—it was hard to miss him, even from a distance.
"Is that... Sakuragi-kun?" [Name] muttered, half to herself, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Haruko followed her gaze and nodded. "Yeah, that’s him. And Mito-kun …And the other one is, Rukawa-kun!?” She exclaimed her voice laced with panic. Before even saying anything the brown hair grabbed her friend’s arm and started leading her towards the staircase.”We have to stop them!”
“No we don’t, but you decided that we had to when we could just tell a teacher.” 
[Name] rambled unsure why she was getting into this drama. But as she glanced at Haruko’s determined face, she gave up on the idea to stop her friend.
As they reached the rooftop entrance, the sound of the voices grew louder, revealing the full scene - Sakuragi with his fist ready to strike, Rukawa standing unbothered, his eyes locked onto Sakuragi’s.
“Stop Sakuragi-kun!” Haruko cried out, at the sound of her voice the boy immediately stopped in his actions - leaving the girl utterly speechless.
“Didn't I told you to not do anything stupid?”
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winnie's talk : tumblr mobile is a pain if u wanna write 😮‍💨 like wdym i can't select my own text !? pisses me off ヽ(`ω´)ノ anyways the updates will take more time as i try to make the chapters longer. and it's not easy ( ´△`) edit : the chapter is boring i'm so sorry !
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