If I had not given up three years ago, Kanagawa would not have been the place where Maki and Fujima competed for supremacy. They thought that my regrets stopped at the game against Sanno, but half of the county championship team I brought with me retreated one by one because of my giving up, leaving the bench as thick as paper. They never understood this.
If I didn't love basketball so much, maybe I would still be a bad boy today, with long hair, smoking and drinking for company, and even with dentures I could laugh wildly without a trace of regret. Maybe your life will be ruined, and you will no longer have dreams and passion.
But there are no such ifs.
I graduated in peace. Life goes on.
But Xiangbei is no longer there.
Then it took me a long time to get used to the sadness of leaving, and then I gradually realized that my unconscious closeness to him was not just an ordinary dependence on my teammates.
Just the most ordinary love.
Slam Dunk fanfic, third-rate, first person, Qingshui, BL,
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