Holy SMOKES My Small Rushed Fic Got A Bit Of Love Yay!

“and to all who guided me, thank you”

It wasn’t easy for Hanamichi to accept he was in rehab, after all he was the loose bolt of Shoukoku. He was the fiery red hair who caused trouble on first day; now he was stuck with a spinal injury and hopeless dreams of ever being more successful than ever.

but as Hanamichi played with his bland hospital food, he couldn’t resist but to think how far he has gotten. Hell, he didn’t even know shit about basketball in the first place until he met Haruko. Now he stands here, but did he do it all because of her?

No, he did it because he’s a basketball player.

He did it because there’s no other sport that will ever replace the adrenaline he feels when the crowd roars over because of a point. The sweat-drenched uniforms at the end of games and practices. And all of those tedious basics that he did before he could even attend a game. Would he do it again? Yes.

Hanamichi suddenly felt unhungry and bothered with his thoughts. He decided to go out and see the coast from his rehabilitation home.

The sea’s salinity reached his nose, and the slight sprinkles in the air slightly pecked his face. He still fell horrible, but remembered his train of thoughts. He did well, and he would come back on the court again. He would prove to all that even when he fell low, he is going to stand up again to prove them all.

Hanamichi didn’t even notice how long he’s been outside until a staff member came out to tell him it’s time. With a smirk to his face, he knew he’s going to prove them all wrong.

And to all of them who guided him, he will say thank you.

it’s been such a long time since i’ve used tumblr since i only used to do rp, i remember i became so depressed and deleted both my accounts for no reason. oh welp

goated manga i bought today since i didn’t find vol 1 of slam dunk

my friend on lunch said he was getting too many tetsuo covers lately and i visibly began to panic and literally said “TETSUO? AS IN TETSUO SHIMA FROM THE 1988 MOVIE AKIRA?”

he meant kasane teto

“i never see you at the club” ok well i never see you on ao3 at 2am reading about the same two bitches falling in love for the 1000th time in the 500th way

tralalala trelelele this kaneda stan has gone insane

it is so fucking hard trying to have a conversation with an adult who will take months to open their damn mind and come from a third world country and won’t understand their immigrant kid who struggle heavily when having to socialize

i maaayy be talking about my father but any point still stands

my beautiful princess

this isn’t just any piece of media i need it injected in my soul it’s my lifestyle now

i might change this profile anyways, but i’ve remembered how much i liked kill bill vol 1 and just decided to change my account to that. I felt my old theme was choppy and old