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auslanderka · 8 months

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fandom : slam dunk

ship : Mitsui Hisashi x f!reader

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

— contains eng grammar problems and mistakes as well

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yasuda!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you stink"

"H-HEY!"

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