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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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kiridai, haizaki + akashi seijuro II

part one here

For a moment, Akashi wonders whether he’s hallucinating.

Of course, he’s in perfect condition - both physical and mental - and this mirage can’t be one inspired by desire either. If that were the case, if it were some bizarre manifestation of his missing Teikō, he’d be imagining Kuroko or Midorima instead. Maybe even Aomine, though that’s a stretch.

He certainly wouldn’t have conjured up the Haizaki Shougo by choice.

“Oi, Akashi, long time no see!”

His fellow first year is leaning against the lockers, just a few strides ahead of Akashi, adorning a black hoodie over the issued white Kirisaki Daiichi shirt, first few holes unbuttoned and tie undone.

“Haizaki.”

Why Haizaki’s attending a school for the very rich, for those with power and success foretold in their futures, when he’s neither of those categories, Akashi doesn’t know. It’s hard to come up with a good guess either. All Akashi can think of right now is that, of all people he’s ever met in his life, Haizaki’s the last he would have ever liked to meet again (let alone go to the same school with, for the second time in a row), and that he’ll be late to his next class, if he dignifies Haizaki with a response longer than one word.

Unfortunately, it seems Haizaki has other plans.

“A little bird told me,” grins Haizaki, stepping in front of Akashi, and side-stepping when Akashi does. His face is inches away from the redhead’s face, as his tongue darts out over his thumb, “that you’ve not been able to join the basketball team here. Guess they were looking for a skilled team player, and you couldn’t fill the requirements, huh?”

“Enough, Shougo. I don’t have the time to entertain you.”

Akashi pushes against Haizaki’s shoulder, trying to get past. Haizaki pushes back.

“To think you kicked me out of the team - and now look at you.”

“Good. Bye. Shougo.”

“Three years here, and you’re not going to play basketball for any of them. Better start coming up with excuses to not play with your miracle buddies. They’re all going to have way surpassed you as players by the time we graduate.”

Akashi’s faintly aware of his shoulders shivering, as he glowers at Haizaki.

“Watch your tone,” he snarls.

For a second, Haizaki looks a little unnerved, as if he’s instinctually reverted back to the days Akashi was his captain. But the emotion soon passes. All that follows is a smug grin that haunts Akashi for the rest of the day.

It’s the disrespect; that’s what Akashi can’t handle.

The mere concept that some arrogant fool like Haizaki, who’s never worked for anything in his life, could have been handed a place on the first string on a plate, just because someone somewhere (Hanamiya) has such fun meddling with people’s lives.

*****

If Akashi had ever liked Haizaki at all, had ever held a single non-negative emotion towards the guy, he soon loses it. The boy's like a kanji whose definition you search up once, and now you’re seeing it everywhere you go. For weeks, Akashi hadn’t known Haizaki was a member of the same school. Yet now they've been bumping into each other every day. And, every time, Haizaki’s got trainers on, or a basketball in his hands - if he had had half as much an enthusiasm for the sport during middle school, then maybe he would have been able to continue as a member on the team - and he meets Akashi’s gaze to smirk, as the ball spins on his finger.

The time he once spent playing basketball, Akashi now spends riding, working on additional homework, studying Shogi tactics, and searching up Hanamiya’s name. The second year’s eyes tease him from within his computer screen, as he carefully reads through all the information on the Uncrowned Kings - searching for anything that he could possibly use against Hanamiya, since he’s already understood that this is an opponent he can’t face without preparation. But all he learns is that Hanamiya played ball with Imayoshi in middle school, that their team was expectedly successful, and that he won some university level prize for chemistry last year.

That, and (from a blog on the third page of Google results, by some kid who faced the Kirisaki Daichi basketball team last year): “I used to like superhero movies. I liked how predictable they were - that you could always bet on the hero being stronger than the villain. But now I’ve faced that fucker Hanamiya, I don’t know about that anymore. He’s the shittiest piece of shit I’ve ever met, and, not only does he get away with it, but also he completely defeated against my senpais, who’d spent years training for that moment. It’s like he’s sent from hell.”

It’s with this blog in mind, that Akashi, with his newly acquired position as student council head, decides to forgo fighting with Hanamiya face-to-face, to make the matter political instead. That’s one angle he knows he can succeed at; it's what his father trained him for.

He's superior to Hanamiya - by far. He's a born talent, and he'll know nothing but success in his life, once he's sorted out the second year. Hanamiya's nothing but a cheap bully in comparison.

*****

“Finally,” Akashi announces, towards the end of the student council meeting, sat with his back straight, “I’m concerned about the basketball team.”

There’s a collective sigh to varying degrees, by the other members of the committee. One girl slips the boy beside her a 10,000 yen banknote, as he rolls his eyes.

“Look, Akashi, you’ve not been here long,” begins the 3rd year Vice President, adjusting his glasses, “but I’ll save you the trouble of wasting your time with this. If you’ve got a problem with them; well, no, you don’t.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” replies Akashi, who knows damn well what’s going on, but who wants to hear it admitted by these buffoons who have let Hanamiya run free across the school.

The student council has spent so many hours of their week sat in this room of mahogany chairs with plush purple seats, with the large, arch-shaped windows which overlook the campus grounds: mostly the golf course, but with the indoor gyms in the corner, where the Kirisaki Daichi basketball team is no doubt messing around as Akashi speaks (why would they bother practicing if all they do is injure opponents?) And thus student council enjoys many privileges too, which one would only deserve if they were keeping the school in order - but that's something which they lost all hope in managing, the minute Hanamiya stepped onto this campus unchained.

“We don’t get involved with Hanamiya, or anything he does, or any troubles he might have allegedly cause. Ergo, we don’t get involved with any of the rest of them either.”

“The headmaster-“

“The headmaster’s an old friend of the Yamazaki family’s. Even if he wasn’t, he loves Seto and Hanamiya - they’re the type that's guaranteed to get into Tōdai and become very powerful in the future - he's always indulging in them. You know, in the past, we only had a sports scholarship for golf, but this year, Hanamiya claimed he had to have one for basketball, something about a talented player who couldn't afford the school fees. So it was up to us to factor that into the school's budget, because God forbid someone goes against Hanamiya. You can do whatever you want as student council president - we all know you're more than qualified for the position - but just leave Hanamiya be.”

Fighting his inner rage at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation, Akashi exhales slowly. How can favouritism be so blatant? How can a couple kids with better opportunities than others have so much power?

And, worse, everyone’s starting to get up already, undermining his own power as the president. Like they think this meeting’s over.

“Haizaki Shougo has injured teammates in the past.” Akashi adds quickly, “it’s not in the school’s interests to allow him to represent us.”

The girl that had been sat opposite Akashi - the editor-in-chief of the school’s magazine - slips her backpack onto her back, as she asks, “has he injured anyone here?”

“He very well might have.”

“Then take it up with the discipline council.”

Akashi allows a thin smile to form across his lips. Hope. Potential for at least one ally against the Kiridai team.

“Who’s the head of the discipline council?”

“Hanamiya.” When the Vice President looks at Akashi, there’s genuine pity in his eyes. “With all due respect, I think you should give this up.”

******

As Akashi makes his way through the school grounds, to where a chauffeur should be waiting to drive him home, he stops briefly by the flower beds by the entrance to the main building. They’re being tended by a tall man, with dark hair, and darker eyes, but his movements are gentle as he sprinkles root powder onto the soil under the rose bush.

If only, thinks Akashi (watching the stranger, hoping the splendid colours of the flowers might lower his blood pressure enough to not explode at his father this evening), his school life could be so simple. How nice would it be for his only responsibilities to constitute of some gardening here and there, in a world where useless bureaucrats, Hanamiya, and (by default) the basketball team, didn’t exist.

But even this dream is quickly shattered.

“Furuhashi!” yells a pink-head obnoxiously, with a basketball jersey loose around his torso. He's accompanied by the second year who had led Akashi to the gym on that fateful first day, “you seriously ditched us just for your roses? We’ve had to scour the whole campus looking for you - Hanamiya didn’t want us to leave without you, but, man, between you and post-practice udon-”

“You've known me this many years, Hara,” replies Furuhashi, standing up slowly, “and you really didn’t to check whether I was by the flowerbeds first?”

Only now does Furuhashi see Akashi. They stare at each other for a long moment - Akashi with nothing but disappointment in his eyes, and Furuhashi clearly wondering why a stranger looks so disgruntled with his existence - until Hara interrupts.

“Oh hey, Akashi,” he grins, “you wouldn’t be standing there, hoping we’d invite you to join us, would you? Alas, only the first string’s allowed on these outings. But, if you wipe down the court, then I might just put in a good word for you.”

The man beside him chuckles. Furuhashi rolls his eyes, and wipes the remnants of soil of his trousers.

Akashi walks off without looking back once. He walks so fast he’s practically jogging. The more he hears of the pink-head’s voice, the more he thinks of Kise, or of all the Teikō team and of the times they spent together, post-practice, whilst now they’re spread across the country, whilst he’s stuck at a school with Haizaki and Hanamiya, because his father is so convinced his son will become a politician.

“I see you’re not on the basketball team anymore,” says the man that evening. His are the only words said over dinner; Akashi doesn’t trust himself to open his mouth. “Good. You should join the golf club instead; the prime minister’s son’s an alumni of theirs.”

In the night, Akashi dreams that he’s in an exam hall, but he can’t understand any of the questions in the test before him, and he’s not got a pen with him either. Feeling nauseous, he raises a hand, and the teacher lets him leave to the toilet - but with a distrustful glimpse in her eye, like she thinks he’s just a cheat. When he stands up, his belt snaps. Forced to hold his trousers in place himself, he runs all the way to the school bathrooms, but, when he finally finds a stall available, the lock on the front is broken, and Hanamiya’s filming him with a grin.

He wakes at 2am, yet can’t fall back asleep. Instead, he decides to search up the meaning of the dream, before shortly closing his computer again after all that comes up is insinuations of stress, fear, and cowardice. What’s worse is that it’s possible. He might be stressed. He might even be nervous.

At 3am, he finds himself watching a recording of Kirisaki Daichi’s match with Seirin last year. And, maybe it’s just the delirium of only having slept a couple hours, but, when the pixelated Hanamiya snaps his fingers and Seirin’s centre is moved out of the court on a stretcher shortly after, Akashi shivers.

He feels feverish, sick and cold at the same time, and yet he plays the match on repeat till 7am comes around, and it’s time to prepare for school.

*****

Hanamiya grins when he sees Akashi - and his rumpled shirt, and the dark circles under his eyes - during lunch.

“I hear you’re student president now,” he says, as he wraps his arm around the first year’s shoulders, close enough that Akashi can see the redness of the captain's knuckles, remnants from the previous student he dealt with.

Around them, students cast quick looks at the duo as they walk past. They gaze at Hanamiya with curiosity and thinly veiled worry, and at Akashi with nothing more than sympathy. He’s never felt more humiliated.

At last, glaring and making sure his voice retains a cutting edge, Akashi replies, “I am.”

“Well I don’t know if you know, but I actually run the discipline committee,” Hanamiya’s voice is practically singing, as he gives Akashi's arm a squeeze, “so if you ever have a problem with anyone, if anyone’s ever bothering you, just let me know. I’ll soon sort them out for you.”

Akashi clenches his fist, stares down at the ground. Bitter, bitter rage rises within him, but stronger is the sense of defeat. His heart tells him to apologise - for anything at all, just to get this man off his back - though he refuses to allow himself to sink so low. Better, he knows, would be to leave before he says something he’ll regret.

And, as he walks away, he hears Hanamiya’s voice behind him - “I look forward to working with you, Sei!” - and the words ring in his head for the rest of the day, like a threat.

He understands now, if nothing else, what the captain means, when he talks about ‘trash’.

****

authors notes:

if the above fic is unreadable, it’s because i was up researching akashi at 4am, and then spent 5am onwards writing and editing this. lowkey, i really enjoyed writing this! in particular, putting the work in to write the point of view of a character i’ve written so little for in the past, was a lot of fun, and, more so, trying to fit in little canon details about akashi into this fic too. (he comes off a bit of a patronising twat in the manga/anime, but, man, there’s a whole to be uncovered between the lines). so, hopefully, if any of y’all are akashi fans, you won’t notice too many ooc aspects in this :D

also, i'd like to dedicate these odd 2.2k words to @dust-of-fandoms and @thecrimsonacademic ! your enthusiasm towards this au really motivated me, so i hope you like this addition to the first part :)

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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haizaki looks good repping kiridai colours ;D

#editing stuff takes so long i don't know how people do it #and the way it still looks bad-#oh well haizaki's pretty face makes up for it :)#kiridai #kirihaizaki #kirisaki daiichi #kirisaki daichi scenarios #haizaki shougo #edit #my edits #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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ok so what if haiza switched schools and started going to kiridai after everything in the anime (failing to take the title of "member of GOM" from kise and all) - would he decide to join the kiridai team on his own or would the boys kind of have to drag him into joining them? (if the latter then how much would they have to annoy/convince haiza until he would finally give up)

Haizaki keeps coming back to the courts. Perhaps, he can’t help himself; perhaps, it’s just because he’s got nowhere else to go - there’s too many people on the roof, and he needs to get away from these new posh-fuck-classmates of his.

Except, no matter how many times he comes to this part of the campus, he never actually makes it into the gym. The squeaking of the shoes inside halts his step, torments him quietly. He walks away with his hands in his pockets, and spits on the ground for good measure.

Sometimes, before he leaves, he looks in - only a glance or two. It’s normal team practice, from the looks of it, despite what he’s heard about the Kirisaki Daichi basketball team. For a bunch of dudes who are renowned for being the closest you get to murderers in high school sports, they sure do look like they’ve having fun. He sees them throwing arms around one another’s shoulders, or giving each other a thumbs up after the ball slips through the hoop; he hears, albeit muffled by the door, shouts of “nice one, Zaki!” (Hearing ‘Zaki’ hurts, just a little. No one calls him by the nickname. Hell, no one would tell him ‘nice one’ either.)

And it’s on one of these visits to the gym - a detour between his final class of the day and the school gates - that he gets caught in the act.

“Hey, I know you,” a pink-haired guy grins at him, traps Haizaki between the wall and his body, and then takes a closer look, “actually, no, do I? Right, yeah, I do. You’re that Generation of Miracles reject, aren’t you? What was your name again?”

Haizaki brings his fists out of his pockets, and attempts to shoulder past the player. Except, for a guy Haizaki’s height and of not too heavy a build, pink guy is surprisingly strong. He grabs the back of Haizaki’s collar, and wrenches him back, like he’s a mother dog holding a puppy.

“Oi, captain,” he calls, swinging the gym doors open, “guess who I found poking around.”

At least, no introductions are needed between Haizaki Shougo and Hanamiya Makoto - even Haizaki, who never attends (and, thus, is rarely invited to) strategy meetings looking at the opponent team, knows this guy’s name.

“It’s good to meet you at last,” Hanamiya purrs, shaking Haizaki’s hand, holding it firmly with two hands, not quite crushing the boy’s bones but not far from it, “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you.”

“Bullshit,” replies Haizaki, who hasn’t even heard his mother say something good about him recently.

“Good, of course, being subjective.” As Hanamiya talks, Haizaki can’t pull his gaze away from his senior’s, though he’s acutely aware of everyone else’s gaze on him - there’s no more of the squeaking of shoes, or bouncing of balls. “You were unlucky, you know? Getting stuck with those ‘genius’ bastards, when you were young, being inhibited in your chance to play, and then getting stuck with a bunch of imagine-less idiots.”

“Sure.”

“Them, and their ‘I live and would die for basketball’ attitudes, “my way is the only way”, their purism and elitism. It sucks, right?”

Hanamiya’s eyes bore into him. There’s a slight grin across the captain’s lips; when his tongue flicks out to lick his lips, Haizaki’s caught by the animalistic instinct that he’s caught in the lair of a snake.

“What are you getting at?”

“You’ve been stuck playing with fools like that for too long; no wonder you don’t like basketball anymore. But, it’s different with us. We do what we want on the court - and we get away with it. And we could use a man with your natural talent.”

“You lot break people’s fucking knees.”

“Is that a problem for you?”

Haizaki pauses. He’s suddenly ashamed of his own sentence - so blatantly manipulated by years of having listened to those ‘miracle’ bastards, just parroting off their bullshit, even though he knows that, when he’s watched Kiridai matches in the past, he’s never been repulsed by their manner. The only emotion he experienced watching those matches was envy.

“You better not bench me,” Haizaki says now.

“I’ll do what’s best for the team,” Hanamiya’s voice continues with its sweetness, its silkiness, “but I’ll make your talents shine.”

In the back, Haizaki’s new teammates have started practicing again. The rustling of their clothes as they jostle against one another, the swing of the net as the ball slips through: suddenly, Haizaki’s swollen with a yearning to be the one making those sounds too. He imagines himself winning the Winter Cup, in a year from now, scoring a slam dunk, his elbow falling down onto Kise’s forehead in the final seconds of the match. Revenge.  

“Your silence is a yes then?”

Haizaki nods, raises his hand to run his tongue down his thumb, “I’m in.”

A ball comes their way. It’s in Haizaki’s hands before Haizaki recognises that he’s grinning, and it’s only when he tosses it back, that he realises he’s been wearing his basketball trainers this whole time. He’s been wearing them every day at this new school, just for this moment.

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 3 years

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on haizaki and teammates

(this is just a very fluffy and happy fic to make up for all the depressing fics i’ve written about haizaki. it’s set in my very own kirihaizaki au - an au wherein haizaki joined kirisaki daichi high, rather than fukuda sogo. also @knb-kreations :D)

Haizaki wants to punch them - his teammates, that is. He wants to punch them a lot, and with force. But he doesn’t, partially because he knows they’d punch him back (and it would hurt much more), and partially because he respects his seniors (just a little) and likes them too (sometimes, maybe).

Seto’s probably the only person in the last five years who’s told Haizaki that he’s intelligent - even if just as an offhand “you’re too smart to use that brain of yours on cheating”. Of course, Haizaki still cheats (a matter of habit and pride, if nothing else). But, when the team studies together for the end-of-term exams (Hanamiya insists on it; they need good grades to keep playing, though the scores come naturally to most of them), Haizaki works just a little harder on the practice questions that Seto gives him, not because he cares that much about doing well, but because there’s a slight, bemused grin on Seto’s face after Haizaki finishes the work quickly, as he says “that fast? Not bad at all.” It’s small and measly praise, but Haizaki still blushes when he hears it. And it’s the type of praise that helps a guy fall asleep at night.

Or, sometimes, Furuhashi comes to the roof - where Haizaki wastes away his lunchtime, or can be found bunking a class - and orders him to help out with the gardening club. Haizaki’s the only first year member, and not by choice; the only reason he signed up was because no one else dares to, and he was told he had to join something. And frankly, Haizaki hates plants. He hates the way they just hang their miserable little leaves, and droop their heads, and just with that Furuhashi’s grumpy gaze softens, like he’s talking to a bunch of children. He hates how Furuhashi orders him to chat to the plants, as the second year checks the humidity of the air and the pH of the soil: how he’s just stood there awkwardly (with a plant or two in his arms; Furuhashi uses him as a temporary shelf) talking about how someone pissed him off the other day, how his class has been told they’ll be doing a group project soon (few of his classmates actually speak to Haizaki), how he saw a hot chick the other day and how she was real damn hot, and how his teacher’s getting on his case recently.

“The next time she shoves her ugly mug in my face,” grumbles Haizaki, with pink flowers, from the plant in his arms, framing his face, “I’m going to swing at her. Who does she think she is? I don’t even cause that much trouble.”

Of course, the plants never reply, but, every once in a while, Furuhashi does - and Furuhashi’s not that bad at advice.

“Talk to Hanamiya about her. He’s good at stopping that kind of thing.”

“Yeah, but, I don’t want to be asking for favours. I can deal with it on my own.”

“You’re part of the team. Take advantage of it.”

Sometimes, when he’s lost his after-practice good mood the minute he sees that his older brother’s home, Haizaki thinks to himself that maybe Furuhashi is what a sibling is supposed to be like.

Of course, Haizaki’s not that close to his teammates - but that applies to his relationship with his brother too. And his brother doesn’t invite him to shoot a couple hoops in the local park, or to play games together. That’s what Hara does instead, often Yamazaki too. It’s the three of them crammed in Yamazaki’s bedroom, all of them yelling at Mario, Luigi and Peach (Haizaki is bullied into playing as the latter) as the pixels speed past the finish line. Then when Yamazaki loses, they play fighting games instead, talking to one another as if they’re soldiers, and it’s only when Hara comments on how ridiculous they all sound, that Haizaki realises that he’s been participating in this idiocy too. But it’s fun. They share pizzas afterwards, and Hara wraps his arm around Haizaki’s shoulder, and Yamazaki says that the first year gaming ability is improving (“you stick with your senpais, and you’ll get even better”).

Yamazaki has a mirror in his bedroom. It’s never quite clean, but it reflects enough of Haizaki’s smile, in those after-school evenings, for the boy to look down at his greasy fingers and at his cheerfully arguing teammates and to think that, maybe, he can call them friends after all.

*****

During matches, Haizaki goes on last to play. In part, it’s because he still hasn’t quite grasped how to slot into the spider’s web (it requires a lot of team work, and his years at Teiko made that a bitter subject), but Hanamiya also likes having Haizaki on last to absolutely obliterate the opposition. To make them realise just how talented the next generation of Kiridai is. (Granted, this next generation is just one man - but, in the captain’s words, “you’re enough. You’re just want I needed”). It’s usually in the last quarter than Haizaki gets called in.

“Oi, Shou,” the captain calls, “you’re on.”

Furuhashi strolls off the court, nods at Haizaki as he walks past. Hara slips beside Haizaki and grins, “do us proud, Shou-chan.”

Haizaki doesn’t like nicknames. That’s an understatement. He despises them (particularly ones using his first name, though there’s no option currently for a nickname with his last name. There’s already a ‘Zaki’ in the team, and ‘Hai’, for a man who says ‘no, fuck off’ a lot, just sounds stupid). But he doesn’t mind the nickname as much, when it’s being said by his senpais. Because there’s something different about these teammates of his.

Haizaki’s not quite sure what exactly is it. He just knows that, when he’s on the court representing Kirisaki Daichi, he gets shivers running down his spine. They’re the kind of shivers you only get when you truly love a sport.

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kirisaki-daichi-scenarios · 4 years

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haizaki as part of the kiridai team

his stats are unreal bois,,,, imagine how much he could improve the team with his powers (mentally, physically, and his skill-stealing)

plus you can’t tell me haiza wouldn’t enjoy injuring people out in the open

and, the abusive thing aside, he’d get along with the team members + the dynamic pretty well

for example: haizaki doesn’t like basketball. who’s the only other dude (i think) in knb who doesn’t care about the sport? seto

they can complain about practices together, like real bros do

but, out of everyone, haizaki and hara get along the best

they give each other tips on dying hair (read as: hara tells haizaki he’s going to end up bald with the way he’s going with things, and haizaki threatens to shove his middle finger up hara’s ass), and hara’s also helps haiza with his cornrows

hara also loves having haiza on the team cause he likes to yell out “zaki!” during practices and watch both haiza and yams look his way with confusion

yeah the team now has a zaki duo

and you thought your favourite team was cool?

yams and haiza, despite their pretty different personalities, end up being pretty close buds

well, pretty close buds if you ignore how pissy haiza gets when yams beats him once again in the game they were playing

anyway, in the kiridai atmosphere (with the team that stans Quirks), haizaki would thrive - he’d still be an asshole, but at least his teammates would accept him for it

this would also mean he’s more willing to attend practices, which is pretty important seeing how rocky his relationship with hanamiya is

that’s not to say that they dislike each other but hanamiya’s very strict about attending practices, and haiza loses his shit when he’s warned to listen to his “senpai”

(that’s right lads - haizaki would be the baby of the team. if that doesn’t convince you to support this Idea, i don’t know what will)

(also just imagine poor haiza when the rest of the team are in their 3rd year, about to graduate, and leaving their kouhai on his own)

back to angst-not, i think haizaki and furuhashi would also have a pretty interesting dynamic - in the sense that haizaki thinks that the second-years all homicidal and punches-people-for-fun (he’s not wrong), so he tries to impress said homicidal maniac, only to be greeted with furu looking up from watering his flowers with a clear “what the fuck” in his dead fish eyes

in general, you can tell, when haiza joins the team, a lot of what he says is trying to suck up to his seniors

he’s caught between wanting to be aloof and ‘bad boy asshole’, but also wanting to show the respect he feels for these fellow bad boys, these dudes that do what he does but better

he’s the most comfortable with hara (honestly who isn’t), and then probably yams, then seto, then furu, hanamiya, and finally matsumoto

“why’s he so uncomfortable around matsumoto?” i hear you ask, “surely dude’s the lame guy tm - what’s there to be scared of?”

well, the thing about matsumoto is that haiza can't read him in the slightest

the first time they met it was when haiza was being introduced to the team, and he caught matsumoto’s eyes, and matsumoto stared, and walked off as if he couldn’t give a shit

which he couldn’t

but yeah, they’ve never exchanged more than “oh can you pass me the ball” or something, and matsumoto’s made it pretty obvious he couldn’t care less about haizaki’s existence

which makes it a little awkward for haizaki, who consequently gets pissy, but there’s nothing some good aggressive play to get it out of your system

so that’s that. @ fujimaki let haizaki join the kiridai team or let me die fighting

(lads my asks are open for anything involving haizaki + the boys at the moment - imma be tagging it as #kirihaizaki if anyone’s interested)

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Okay but what about when kiridai goes to ridiculously expensive places bc they're rich kids tm and haizaki is just like out of his element bc I always thought of him coming from a lower class family.

good question anon.

first off, they wouldn’t go to ridiculously expensive places too often, partially because hanamiya’s not particularly rich either, but, majorly, because most rich kids aren’t keen visitors of expensive places anyway. (trust me on that: rich fuckers love pretending they’re from the hood, that they’re roadmen and all that shit, in between their expensive holidays, wearing their expensive clothes.)

during the rare occasion when kiridai decide to celebrate winning an important match etc an an expensive place, haizaki’s always covered - at least, economically. the others, knowing his situation, almost always pay for him, and it’s become a bit of banter within the group, in regards to who can get to the bill.

of course, that’s not to say haizaki doesn’t get teased about how socially awkward he becomes in expensive restaurants (in particular in regards to his choice of clothing), but the jokes are never too harsh, and hanamiya (who had to figure out pretty quick how to behave during the others’ fancy outing ideas) shuts hara up if he goes overboard with the mocking comments.

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do you have any haiza or kirihaizaki stuff in your ask box i need to knowwwww i've been scrolling through your haiza tag all night yesterday and can't get kirihaizaki out of my head woe is me!!!! i require more!

i’ve got a bunch of different hc asks for haizaki and others (i’ll try do a couple for you tomorrow, anon) but nothing for kirihaizaki. honestly, if anyone wants to send in a kirihaizaki ask, just send it in now, fuck the closed askbox ;)

#kirihaizaki is special #haizaki in general is special #i have... adopted hin :) my beloved zaki v2

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I want inside-information! The more personal bff-relationships considering the team; who has a bromance with who. From my own fantasy, I would like to believe that Makoto and Seto (somewhat being the "fathers" of the group) has a more intimate relationship, as well as Hara and Yamazaki has a more lighthearted, unserious relationship where they just goof around. I know they're a team, but everyone has their favorites, u know? ;)

alright buckle up anon, cause i have been waiting Years for this ask. y’all know i love ✨team interactions✨

anyway, we’ll start off with hara and zaki. i personally think they’re the closest relationship in the team. we know zaki started playing basketball because a friend brought him into the sport - that friend is hara. they’ve been buddies for a while, since they were just kids; potentially family friends too (picture dinners together, with their older brothers chatting together, zaki’s sister dealing with hara’s younger brother, cause no one else will put up with him, and then zaki and hara racing off with the dessert. and all the mischief they do - it’s always hara’s idea. and zaki likes to protest that he had nothing to do with it, but he’s smiling when he races after his companion).

but, back to high school. they two aren’t in all the same classes anymore, so that’s how hara and hanamiya start talking - the teacher assigns them to sit next to each other. and, honestly, hanamiya's a cocky shit in his first year, but hara laughs along with it, and they share a similar taste in ironic/nasty jokes, so it turns out they get along real well. zaki only meets hanamiya through hara too. hara and hanamiya do a class project together, and zaki’s also at hara’s, hanging out cause he’ll be sleeping over tonight. (his bedroom is next to his sister’s, and her s/o’s over, so, if zaki were still there, the banging of her bed at night would keep him awake). anyway, zaki and hanamiya usually wouldn’t talk at all; they’re just different people. but, hara’s presence means they get along a little better.

actually i should probably talk a bit about hara and zaki’s relationship. they come off as just good, playful buddies, but they’re been around each other long enough to really understand the other’s emotions. they don’t have deep conversations, but they don’t need to - they know enough about the other just from glancing at them. in contrast, hara and hanamiya’s relationship - though they are very good friends, and they get along very well - it’s still not that close, and it’s a lot more casual/relaxed than hara and zaki.

moving on! honestly, i’m not sure whether hanamiya’s relationship with seto or hara is stronger, cause he’s not the type of person to let people get that close anyway. but this very much suits seto; in general, hanamiya and seto are pretty similar personalities so spending time together is just easy, if that makes sense. when hanamiya wants to be more serious - whether that’s in terms of talking about tactics, or studying - then seto’s always a good option. frankly, the two are probably closer than either of them would ever admit either. and it helps that seto’s brother is quite a bit older than him, so they both feel like only children. and also, seto’s family thinks hanamiya’s a good friend to have (networking you know - that’s how rich people think), and hanamiya acts like such a bateman-esque sleazeball when he visits seto’s place. (seto knows he’s putting on a performance, but it makes the boring family dinners more interesting, so he lets it happen) (also, on a side note, hanamiya’s mother favours hara out of all his friends. she practically considers him hanamiya’s brother).

right anyway furuhashi next. furuhashi doesn’t really have a bromance with anyone; he gets along with most people the same. a lot of the time, it’ll be him and seto hanging together as hara/hanamiya/zaki argue (that kinda ‘fake arguing’, where it’s just buddies messing with each other). then, furuhashi also gets along with zaki pretty well - but only when hara’s not around, cause then it’s just third-wheeling. and, out of all the team, furuhashi’s probably closest with matsumoto. which is kinda ironic, when you think that matsumoto’s not trying to murder his opponents (although that’s debatable... and i could spend an hour talking about him too. .. if anyone wants to hear that... ;) ), and furuhashi actively enjoys making people suffer. but, yeah, a lot of the time, if matsumoto wants to know what's going on during practice, he’ll approach furuhashi. so that’s kinda a bromance, very faintly? but they don’t talk to each other outside of practice.

also, just cause you mentioned seto/hanamiya as the fathers of the team, here’s my interpretation of the Family structure. hanamiya - the father (of course). yamazaki - the mother, but also the idiot younger brother: he swings both ways. seto - the uncle who really doesn’t want to be there, but is stuck being loyal to his brother (hanamiya), because of what their parents said. hara - the main fucking character, but also (as a metaphor and in real life), the middle child. furuhashi - the oldest sibling, looks after people occasionally but doesn’t want to, contemplates moving country often to get away from the family. matsumoto - i don’t know, the fucking rat that hara caught from a gutter, who’s now stuck in a cage in the kitchen, and gets fed cheese (by zaki) and proper pet-rat food (by furuhashi. what a good son.)

anyway that’s almost 1k words of me losing my mind over the little-known ninth wonder of the world that is Kirisaki Daiichi’s basketball team. tdlr; hara + zaki, seto + hanamiya, furuhashi + a rat (i do love matsumoto though).

for the record, if anyone else wants to ask about ✨team interactions✨, your ask goes to the top of the pile. i cannot begin to express how much i love this shit (though it might come off in my writing). gonna write a kirihaizaki fic too soon, so we can include haizaki in his mess. so look forward to that ;)

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