Rainbow Basketball Scanlations

[I hated my body, which was one head taller than everyone else.]

Grandma: It’s great that you’re so tall, Teppei. You’re like a model.

Kiyoshi: Just being tall doesn’t make me a model, grandma.

[Weeding]

[Sixth Year in Elementary

168 cm]

Grandma: Is that so...

Too bad...

But the older I get, I just keep getting shorter.

So your height really helps, Teppei.

Kiyoshi: …

Then it’s great.

[Shouei Middle School

42th Matriculation]

???: Uwah, he’s tall.

???: Amazing.

???: Mom.

[First Year in Middle School

176 cm]

Kiyoshi: (Uu...)

(Their gazes hurt...)

???: That guy’s so tall!

???: Hey, don’t point!

Kiyoshi: (...I hate this.)

[I hate standing out.]

Kiyoshi: Basketball?

???: Yeah!

I mean, you’re tall and everything, Kiyoshi!

I’m telling you, you’ll do great!

Kiyoshi: Basketball,

huh...

[From there, the world change.]

???: Alright!!

Nice, Kiyoshi!!

[This large body is useful.]

Kiyoshi: (grunt)

[These large hands change the flow of the game.]

???: You’re so tall, Kiyoshi-kun.

How many centimeters?

Kiyoshi: 183 cm.

I play basketball.

???: Ah, I thought that you did!

[Nobody looks at me with questioning eyes.]

[That’s why I have to protect them.]

[The place I belong.]

[The basketball I love.]

Murasakibara: So,

how it is?

Even though you couldn’t protect anything this time either,

did you have fun?

Takao: You’re really pale~

Good competition for Midorima, don’t you think?

Miyaji: Huh?

What’re you talking about?

???: Keep your voices up!

Takao: Even though we’ve been running outside, you haven’t tanned at all~

Do you use something?

You’re seriously pale!

Miyaji: I don’t use anything like that!

And don’t just blabber whatever you want! I’ll fry you.

Takao: Waaah!

I’m sooorry!

-

Miyaji: Jeez.

Takao: Hehe.

[There are a bunch of other things I know about Miyaji-san.]

Kimura: Miyaji, let’s practicing passing.

Miyaji: Sure.

-

[Like that the amber hair that he occasionally brushes back like it's annoying him is his real hair.]

[I got to touch it before, and it was pretty soft.]

[It seems that even now, he gets in trouble for his hair during inspection.]

[According to the person himself, “I’m seriously gonna run Tanaka from the student guidance committee over.”]

[His eyes are a bit darker than his hair, the kind of amber you would find in a picture book.]

[When I asked him, “Isn’t everything in the world transparent to you?”, he answered, “As if. Look at Midorima.” Which is true.]

-

[Because of his big and round eyes, he looks baby-faced even to someone like me who’s younger than him.]

[It seems that he was teased when he was younger for “looking like a girl,” but he told me that once he started getting taller, no one could really say that anymore.]

[Something like a fair-skinned, good-looking guy who’s also more than 190 cm tall is a pretty annoying in and of itself.]

Midorima: ? What is it?

[Though I know one more person like that.]

-

[He plays as a small forward.]

[To put it simply, he’s an all-rounder.]

[I remembering seeing something similar to how he looks when he plays before.]

[It was a hunting lioness I saw on television once.]

[Quick-witted and powerful, flexible]

[Aren’t they similar, in various ways?]

-

[Even his personality is kinda cat-like, right?]

[But I could never tell the person himself.]

Takao: Pukuku.

[There’s still more.]

[Miyaji-san is a hard worker.]

-

[Miyaji-san isn’t the only hard worker, but]

[he puts in extra practice hours without fail, even before tests and while maintaining good grades.]

[I heard from Ootsubo-san,]

[that Miyaji-san worked harder than anyone else, becoming a regular in his second year and a starting member in his third year.]

[He has such confidence in himself and holds himself to such a high standard,]

[that’s why he’s so strict on those around him.]

[He’s even stricter with himself.]

-

[Just so you know, he really didn’t seem that way.]

[No, I didn’t mean it in a bad way!]

[My first impression what that he “seemed like a kind person.”]

[And “seemed a bit soft.”]

[The day I joined the club, the first people to be introduced out of all the regulars were the starting seniors.]

Ootsubo: I’m Ootsubo, a senior. I’ll be your captain. Nice to meet you.

[This person is just what he looks like. He’s the captain, so he probably keeps the peace between everyone else and acts as a pillar, right?]

-

Kimura: Likewise, I’m Kimura, a senior. My position is power forward.

Takao: (Stern!)

[Kimura-san, with his close-cropped hair, seemed like the bad cop type, scaring the kouhai into obedience.]

Miyaji: Miyaji Kiyoshi, small forward. Nice to meet you.

[And this guy seemed like the one who’d tell Kimura-san to calm down and dial it back.]

[Coupled with his innocent looks, it felt like he’d be popular both inside and outside the club, without a doubt, you know?]

[That’s what my predictions were like.]

[I’m pretty perceptive, so I was confident in them.]

-

[But, well,]

[as you already know, I made a huge mistake.]

Miyaji: What you doing, you freshmen brats!

[Miyaji-san was the bad cop.]

Kimura: Again?

[And Kimura-san was the one who stopped him or got flabbergasted or took advantage of it.]

[This was really scary too.]

[He’d always finish his normal lectures with threats of violence. It was seriously scary.]

-

Miyaji: I’ll bury you, for real!

[It might be that just like his face is extra good-looking, he’s extra intense.]

[I mean, even Midorima says that Miyaji-san is scary.]

[Ah jeez, Miyaji-san, you know,]

[your face is really pretty, so please don’t go getting so angry.]

-

[Don’t say such violent things with a smile on your face.]

[Yeah, like that,]

[‘cause your serious face in profile is seriously cool.]

[Sometimes, after he praises me, he has this bashful smile.]

[I really like that expression.]

[Hey, Miyaji-san...]

-

Takao: ...Miyaji-san.

-

[Don’t cry.]

-

[I didn’t know how to stop those tears,]

Akashi: Kise,

it’s your birthday tomorrow?

Kise: Ah!

That’s right, Akashicchi!

Akashi: Well, it doesn’t matter.

We’re in the middle of training camp.

Kise: !?

-

Kise: EEEH!? That’s cruel! What’s with that!

Then I wish you hadn’t even brought it up!

Akashi: I was just telling the truth, wasn’t I? What were you expecting?

There’s no way we would bring such pointless things to a training camp.

Right, Aomine?

Aomine: Well, yeah.

-

Kise: Eeeeh!? Hey, wait! Now that you know about it, why are you all ignoring it!?

I’m begging you, please care about it!

Hey, Midorimacchi! Murasakibaracchi! Kurokocchi...

He’s gone!?

You guys are all jerks!!

(What’s with this guys? I was kinda happy that they knew.)

(Well, at this age, birthdays aren’t anything to be excited over.)

(Because I made such a fuss, they made me be the last to take a bath, so it’s already past midnight.)

(I wonder if everyone’s already asleep...)

-

Everyone: Happy Birthday,

Kise!

-

[Playing Pokémon]

Hayama: Pfft. Puhahahahahahahahaha. Uwahahahahahahaha.

Mibuchi: Hey, Kota-chan, that’s really annoying. What is it?

Hayama: Ahahaha. Mibuchi, Mibuchi! Come look at this! Haha.

Mibuchi: What? What?

[Tympole]

Hayama: Doesn’t it remind you of Hanamiya?

Mibuchi: Pfft.

-

Hayama: Ha (lol) Na (lol) Pole (lol) Uhihahahaha. Hahahaha.

Mibuchi: Hey, ha. Knock it of. Don’t press that.

Both: Hahahahahahaha.

Hanamiya: Why’ve you been making all this noise?

Hayama: Pfffft!

Mibuchi: (laughing so much he’s unintelligible)

Hayama: A, pfft, a wild Hanapole, pfft, has appeared! Haha!

Mibuchi: Wai, pfft. I told you, pfft, to stop, pfft. He doesn’t, pfft, get it, pfft.

-

Hayama: I, pfft, can’t, pfft. Ahahahahahahahaha.

Mibuchi: Stop, pfft. My stomach, pfft, hurts, hahahahaha.

Hanamiya: What is wrong with you? Don’t just ignore me.

Nebuya (<-was watching): Well, once you see this, you’ll get it.

Hanamiya: Nebuya...

[Do you wish to give TYMPOLE a name?]

[Hanamako]

Nebuya: You’re pretty similar... Brothers?

Hanamiya: ...I

Nebuya: Mm?

Hanamiya: I’m going to kill you! I'll destroy you.

Nebuya: He’s maaad.

Hayama: Oh booooy.

-

Mibuchi: Oh, c’mon. Don’t be like that. It was just a bit of affectionate joking.

Hayama: Don’t go all yandere on us, Hanamiyaaa.

Hanamiya: Shut up, morons. Total morons.

Nebuya: If you don’t like looking like it, Hanamiya, you’re just going to have to change how you look. Since there’s no way we can redesign the Pokémon.

Hanamiya: Huh? There’s no need. I’m already over it.

Mibuchi: Mako-chan, you want a makeover? Leave it to me!

Hanamiya: Listen to me!

Hayama: Hey, me too! I want to mess with Hanamiya too!

Nebuya: No, I’m the one who suggested it, so I should do it. Looks like fun.

Mibuchi: What! No matter how you look at it, this is my specialty! Don’t underestimate my femininity!

Hanamiya: Listen... to me.

Hayama: Okay, okay, let’s settle this like gentlemen, with rock-paper-scissors!

[Gave up]

Hanamiya: (I want to eat chocolate. 100% cacao.)

Others: Rock, paper, scissors!

-

[And so...]

Hanamiya: Why the hell did you win? Damn it.

[‘It’ll be okay’ ranking

1. Mibuchi

2. Hayama

3. Nebuya]

Nebuya: I’m the one who won, so just suck it up.

Hanamiya: Isn’t there anyone better suited for this kind of thing?

Nebuya: Like who?

Hanamiya: Like Reo...

Mibuchi: It’d be easiest to go with a sailor outfit.

Hanamiya: As if. Kotarou, you’re out of the question. Why are you carrying that shit?

Hayama: Eeeh...

Nebuya: Then it’s fine to stick with the rock-paper-scissors results, right?

Hanamiya: Huh? Eh? What the fuck are you holding?

-

Kiyoshi: Hey, guys, wanna play hanafuda with me?

Mibuchi: Mako-chan, don’t cry.

Nebuya: Look, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.

Hayama: Don’t let it bother you.

Kiyoshi: Hanamiya? Are you hurt?

Mibuchi: No, his face...

Kiyoshi: His face? He hurt his face?

Mibuchi: Wait, don’t--

-

Mibuchi: He’s not hurt. Eikichi just drew over his eyebrows with a marker. He just got a bit too excited.

Nebuya: Sorry.

Hayama: Seeing Hanamiya cry made me sad too. And then Hanamiya started crying and screaming about how the world is cruel. Don’t cry, Hanamiya.

Hanamiya: Actually, this all your fault, you bastard.

Kiyoshi: I think it looks pretty good. It makes it look like we’re brothers.

Hanamiya: … Don’t, don’t say such disgusting things, you idiot!