Random oneshots, headcannons and drabbles with Slam Dunk characters that'll either make you wince with cringe or make you feel like an emotional blob of mush. Anyway, this can be either SFW or NSFW so huh be prepared lmao.
I do hope you enjoy rea...
The earliest memory you have with Ryonan High Basketball Club's Forward was something that came out of a teen flick: he caught you when you almost fell down the stairs.
On one hot summer day, with humid heat and winds smelling like salty air, during Freshman year, you felt dizzy upon walking down the stairs. You lost your footing and almost fell because you weren't able to hold onto the stair's banister.
A strong, big hand caught your arm, and upon opening your eyes, you faced an unreadable expression of a boy.
"Hey, you okay?" He asked simply.
His voice bore no emotion whatsoever.
You were still too stunned to speak, so instead, you nodded.
Quite quickly so.
After a thorough inspection, Fukuda set his hand free.
"Be careful next time."
Without another word, he went on his way.
That was the first interaction you've ever had with Fukuda. Before that encounter, you've seen him occasionally when he walks in the hallways and sometimes when you visit the basketball gym to just watch a game.
Most girls are swooning over the team's ace, Akira Sendoh, but there's just something about Fukuda that draws you in.
Is it his height? Is it his stoic expression? Perhaps it's his undercut and his black curly hair.
That interaction on that fateful summer day was all that it took to create a bond with him.
Unreadable as he is, you were able to pick up some nuances Fukuda makes from all the time he had spent with you.
He scrunches his nose in disagreement, his eyebrows meet and create a line in the middle of his forehead when he's annoyed, and the one that you find the funniest and cutest of them all:
He stares at you blankly whenever you tell him a corny joke.
He just looks at you like this:
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"Aw, c'mon, Fuu-kun! It was funny!!" You said between laughs, hunching over.
"You never run out of corny jokes, (name)-chan."
"IT IS!"
You hit his arm,
"Get it? Bam-BOO! BAMBOO! A ghost tree!" You said, imitating a ghost trying to scare someone.
Nevertheless, even though he never says it, Fukuda loves hearing your corny jokes. He hasn't been hearing it recently from you though.
Boy, he was worried why.
Fukuda has a habit of walking you and seeing you out every afternoon before he starts his practice. Since you're not his classmate, the both of you have dissimilar schedules, yet he still takes the time to meet you before you end your day.
"(Name)-chan.." Fukuda asked, hesitantly trying to brush his hand on your side.
Your heart raced as you took it as a cue. He was delicately leading you to it: he was trying to hold your hand. Excitement coursed through you as you wondered where this would lead.
Giving in, you took his large hands and entwined it between your fingers.
"Yes, Fuu-kun?"
"I haven't heard any of your jokes recently. You don't even look at me anymore. When we walk beside each other, when we talk." Fukuda tilts his head.
You stopped at your tracks. You didn't want to mention it, but his inquisitive mind noticed it first. Fukuda is really an observant boy.
With a hesitant look, you tried to avert your gaze from him with shifting eyes. He let go of your hand before looking at you intently, awaiting your response.
Whenever you talk to Fukuda, you always look up at him due to the height difference between you two. This causes strain on your neck. Sometimes, when Fukuda can't hear your voice properly, he bends sideways to put his ear closer.
"You're... You're too tall, Fukuda," you stammered.
"Huh?"
At that moment, you looked up.
"Whenever we talk, I find myself straining my neck to look at you. It's like a daily neck workout, and I have to massage it the moment I arrive home."
"Oh."
Worried, you flailed your arms, desperately trying to come up with an excuse.
"W-wait, don't be disappointed, though!"
Fukuda pondered for a moment, then decisively placed both hands on either side of your body, effortlessly lifting you up as if you were a kitten, holding you at arm's length.
"Fuu-kun! My goodness, put me down! This is too high!"
As he gazed at you, Fukuda couldn't help but smile, and his eyes spoke a silent language of understanding.
"You just had a POV of someone tall," he said before gently setting you down.
Fukuda's smile ignited a warm feeling within you, like the golden rays of the afternoon sun syncing with the thumping of your heart.
"Anyway, I gotta go," Fukuda said, patting your head before leaving.
You took a deep breath the moment he did that.
"You're red all over, (name)-chan."
Indeed, you were. Fukuda remained oblivious, but to you, the reason for your blush was crystal clear – a simple gesture that made you feel like you were falling, not just physically, but into something deeper and more enchanting.
