Half-Baked Love [Slam Dunk Fanfic, Maki/Fujima]

For background on the original SLAM DUNK, please see Baidu Baike or other reference materials. (Um, I want to complain about this newly added "point of view" option first. First person is easy enough, but how does third person work? I don’t really get it. When was this added? Have I fallen behind again? ||||) Oh, right, let’s get serious. This story follows the original manga’s timeline in the 1990s, with basketball games and lighthearted school life. What "the five signs of decay"? If you’re handsome, do you not need to eat, drink, use the toilet, or sleep? Love and beauty and all that? They don’t exist, okay? They don’t exist. They can’t survive in the real world. Your public face and your true self: do they really have to match? What’s wrong with being dramatic? And what’s wrong with being a chuunibyou? Isn’t that a compliment? If not, then is being prematurely world-weary supposed to be one? The above is all nonsense. This is just a collection of little slice-of-life stories, a rambling account of the King of Kanagawa and his cane-wielding queen (female) joking around and passing the time~ (It seems I can’t write little skits whenever I feel like it anymore ╮(╯▽╰)╭. A lot of my random comments in the author’s notes got cut (o_ _)? Premise: