#shoyo

gonna pretend I don't have a thing for redheads... they just happen to be my favourite characters for some reason

Also, it's been a while since I drew something, so I'm pretty happy 🙂‍↕️

feel free to use 𓏼 no credits needed ˶╹ꇴ╹˶

what got him off even more was the fact there was a mirror just across from the shower, giving him a perfect view of what you looked like against the glass.

he could see just enough through the foggy glass your wet skin sticking against it as he rut into you, his stamina never running low, even after a long game.

his favorite place was here, in the shower.

how messy he could make you and it was without worry.

showering after long days, tiring games, and still.

he never stopped, he was never tired, he always had just enough energy to make you forget how many times you've cum.

"gonna cum again, pretty girl? 's one more for me, ok?"

wet hair sticking to your face as his cock had the perfect curve to make you see stars every time he would thrust.

it wasn't girth, or length, it was curve, specifically.

the prodding upwards hit the spongy spot that made you come undone.

exactly why he preferred the shower.

he knew.

not that he was opposed to seeing how much of a mess you'd make on your bedsheets just from him.

but this was easier, more convenient for him, since his plan every single time was to never stop until you were shaking so much it made it harder for him to hold you up.

"f-fuck, fuck, sho!"

having you rise and fall perfectly on his cock, your cries echoed in the shower as the hot water and steam (and how long you've been fucking) made it harder to breath in the dense air.

"that's it, one more time, pretty, 'n i'll let you down"

his body pressed up against yours, the wet glass feeling cold against your back, and it felt nice compared to the sauna you both created.

you fell back farther as he was still capable of holding you up, your hips arching upwards to feel his cock in the perfect spot.

"gonna make a mess, sho."

one arm held around your waist as his other came around the back of your shoulders, caressing the back of your head and gripping your hair just enough to pull your head back.

he felt your walls flutter around his cock from this, a whiny groan escaping his lips.

''s what i want, go ahead, baby"

you both could tell what came from you and what fell from the shower head.

and nothing beat the stupid smile on his face as you clenched tightly around his cock, him watching you come undone and squirting onto his chest.

he gave you a satisfied slap on the side of your ass, gripping your love handles after doing so.

"good girl, pretty"

HANAGATA.EXE RUNNING ON LOW BATTERY

📍NATIONAL TEAM TRAINING CAMP

Characters:

Toru Hanagata ☘️ — one of the centers for Japan's national basketball team

Y/N — you (or me. Lol.) Y/N here is a sports photographer who's also friends with the national team players since she's known most of them since middle school. Some of them call her "Moon." 🌙

Coach Anzai 🍵 — one of the national team's head coaches

Other characters in this scene:

Akira Sendoh 🍋 — national team's vice-captain

Hisashi Mitsui 🧢 — one of the national team's shooting guards

Kenji Fujima 🎯 — national team's point guard and captain

🏀 Scene:

The gym is loud—sneakers, whistles, thuds—but Hanagata moves through it like he’s underwater.

His passes?

Perfect.

His footwork?

Precise.

His screens?

A wall.

But the second he hits the sideline for water break?

☘️ glances at phone

☘️ glances at phone again

☘️ opens messages, sees no new notification

☘️ sighs like he just lost a championship game in overtime

Coach Anzai watches him with that gentle, knowing gaze.

Coach 🍵: “Toru-kun.

Your fundamentals are strong today…

but your heart seems somewhere else.”

And Toru—calm, logical, unshakably analytical Toru—

just nods once.

☘️ “…She’s in the mountains.”

Anzai smiles like he knew before Toru even spoke.

🍵 “Then do your best here,

and let your best reach her.”

Toru lowers his eyes, breaths slow and heavy.

He isn’t clingy right now, not needy, not desperate—

just… quietly aching.

The kind of ache that fills all the spaces he used to occupy with her warmth.

His teammates notice too:

🎣 Sendoh, shooting a three:

“…Someone’s missing his Moon.”

🧢 Mitsui, towel over his head:

“Tch. Keep it together, Hanagata.”

🎯 Fujima, adjusting his glasses:

“…Focus, Toru. She’d want that.”

And Toru just nods again—

because they’re right.

All of them.

He wants to focus.

He is focusing.

But—

Every time he exhales, he swears he smells pine trees.

Every time he gets a rebound, he remembers how she curls against his chest.

Every time Coach calls “CENTER!”

his instinct is to look toward the doors—

as if she might walk in, hoodie sleeves too long,

tea in hand,

soft eyes searching for him. 📷

She isn’t there..

Resting.

Healing.

Breathing air that isn’t heavy with Kanagawa drama.

He knows she needs it.

He respects it.

He supports it.

…But it doesn’t stop the warm ache in his chest when he wipes sweat from his jaw and looks at his phone again.

Still nothing.

The notification bar is empty.

Worse than empty—

silent.

For a moment, he lets himself feel it, really feel it:

☘️ I miss her.

Then he inhales, stands tall, and returns to the court.

He plays harder.

Cleaner.

Sharper.

Every motion whispers the same thought he won’t say out loud:

☘️ Get stronger.

☘️ Do well.

☘️ She’ll be proud when she sees the highlights.

☘️ She’ll come back.

☘️ Please come back.

And when practice ends,

his teammates chattering and laughing around him,

Toru walks to the locker room, towel slung over his neck.

He checks his phone one more time.

Still nothing.

But instead of panicking, the upgraded Clover just breathes… steady.

☘️ “…She’s resting.”

A faint, quiet smile touches his lips—

one reserved only for her.

And he whispers into the empty hallway, barely a breath:

☘️ “I’ll wait.”

Author's note:

She only went on vacation, Toru-san.

Please don't overthink it too much. 😌

xxx

Hi, love. This is my first time posting a story here. If you're a Slam Dunk, Shoyo, or a basketball fan like me, let's connect! 🏀

Thank you for taking the time to read this.

Take care.

Predictably yours,

Moon 🌙

Haikyuu!!