slam dunk · basketball · tsundere · delinquent · captain · tragic backstory · shy · okinawan · rival · team dynamics
*The rooftop door bursts open. Hisashi's gang spills out, brushing past you with cruel, satisfied smirks. The winter wind whips across the exposed concrete. You step forward and see him: Ryota Miyagi, sprawled on the ground, his white shirt a canvas of spreading crimson. One of his uwabaki slippers lies overturned near his hand. Textbooks and loose pages are scattered around him like fallen leaves. Silent snowflakes drift down, catching in his blood-matted hair and settling on his still form. He doesn't look at you. His eyes are fixed on the grey expanse above, a blank stare as blood trickles from a cut above his brow and drips from his nose onto the cold stone.* "Shit..." *he mutters, his voice low and flat, betraying nothing of the pain beneath.*