AN: Just another drabble. Slam Dunk does not belong to me but to Takehiko Inoue.
Another run of the mill romance/angst 'thought' ficlet. Enjoy :)
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My hands itched to write as thoughts flew into my head. Words were swimming in my head and I struggled to catch them. I thought then that maybe, maybe if I would be able to catch those words, I can weave them into something that would make sense to you instead of my silly punch lines or my stuttering whenever we meet. Maybe then you'd know the reason behind my goofy grins whenever we're together or my desperate attempts to prolong our time together. Maybe then you'd understand why, despite my shallow interest in basketball, I strive to become the best in your eyes, why I'm desperately blocking your way to America, why insist on being that 'hindrance' to your path to greater glory. Maybe then you'd understand the way I look at you and instead of giving me cold glares you'd give me understanding ones. Maybe then you'd talk more to me instead of just staring at me with piercing eyes or giving me those one liners of yours that you give to everyone. Maybe then you'd want to know me better like I desperately want to know you. Maybe then you'd actually see me as a person instead of just rival.
Or maybe not.
Maybe you'd just be disgusted with me. Maybe then you'd push me away and forget that you ever knew I existed. Maybe then you'd say, 'You know what, fuck it. I don't give a shit about beating you' and then move on and look for other rival. There are always others you might say. Maki's there, Fujima's there, Sawakita's there, heck, even Hanamichi's there, always ready to battle it out with you. Who needs lame old, and wait, big fag Sendoh Akira, whose team didn't even make it to the nationals. Lame loser right.
I sighed and laughed at myself. Here I am trying to make what probably will be the only love letter I'll ever write in my whole life only to find out that I'm too much of a coward to do it. Looking up from the blank scented paper I'm holding in my hands, I saw you approaching. I put on my yet another fake smile. Can't let you see me down now can I? Might just piss you off and ruin what would be the only event that makes my day.
I grin at you and wave and perhaps it was just wishful thinking on my part when I saw your lips curl up into that faintest smile. I shrug and laughed again at myself for that stupid thought. And before you could ever come closer to me, I crumpled the blank paper. Maybe someday I'd write to you and confess it all.
Or maybe not.
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Yes, yes, I know, it's another angsty Sendoh POV. Kill me, haha. Sorry, but I just can't help it. I just love writing Sendoh like this. Dunno why, but don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of SenRu, I just can't write a happy story featuring these two. Maybe someday. Haha. Feel free to leave any comments/reviews. :) and if you feel like making a Rukawa-response to this, go ahead, just leave a note or something, cause I certainly can't make one. I can't seem to write from Rukawa's POV. XD