Slam Dunk Headcannons & Imagines

Clothes ; Mitsui

"You know, everytime you're in my room I always notice that you stare at my closet all the time." Mitsui says, closing the door as he came in.

"I-uh." You stammered, blushing, "I do?"

"Yeah." He says, sitting to the space of bed beside you, "Everytime."

It's always bugging your mind.

You wanted to try it on, it's just you just didn't had the nerve to ask him about it.

You always wondered how that fabric felt like, and you imagined it'd be comfortable to wear, especially as a sleepwear.

You just need to tell him about it.

"C'mon. Tell me what's on your mind." Mitsui says, cupping your cheeks in his hands, a sweet smile travelling down his face.

"I--- it's just,,,,"

He releases his hands and folds his arms against his chest.

"I've always wanted to wear the shirt from your basketball uniform." You said swiftly, closing your eyes, only to open them again from hearing Mitsui's chuckle that resonated through the whole room.

"(name), you're free to wear my clothes." He stood, opening his closet, picking out the two shirts of his basketball uniform from the rack.

14.

The huge number was adorning the fabric everytime Mitsui wore it, and you looked at it proudly everytime he did so.

Now you're about to wear it as well.

"Which one would you like? The white one or the red?"

"The (color) one."

He hands it to you, and you stood up to change.

"You look like you're wearing a dress." Mitsui teased. "It's comfy, right?"

You nodded.

"You can borrow it as long as you want to" he adds, "but I'm gonna get it back when I have a match though, I can't play a game half-naked."