#tendou fluff

[killfortune]

Tendou with a s/o that plays volleyball in America. I love volleyball and my man like my life depends on it ngl... Like he goes to her games, she comes to his, something cute like that and add on anything else you like. Thanks for the request btw <3

𝑨𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒕 🌸

Satori Tendou x Reader

A long-distance relationship isn’t easy, but Tendou and his volleyball-playing partner make it work through calls, games, and shared love for the sport. Whether it’s hyping each other up from afar or playfully competing on the court, every moment together is a perfect balance of laughter, love, and connection.

౨ৎ The faint hum of the crowd buzzed through your earbuds, Tendou’s voice breaking through with dramatic flair. “And here we have the unstoppable force themselves, ready to dominate the court!” he narrated like a sports announcer, his tone dripping with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Tendou,” you whispered, stealing a glance at your teammates as they warmed up nearby, “stop making me laugh! I’m supposed to look intimidating here.”

“Intimidating? You’re cute when you’re focused,” he shot back, chuckling softly. “But don’t worry, the other team’s already shaking. You’ve got this.”

You shook your head, biting back a smile as the referee’s whistle echoed across the court. “Okay, I’ve gotta go. I’ll call you after.”

“Don’t keep me waiting too long,” he teased, his grin practically audible.

Later, when you finally checked your phone, there was a video waiting for you. Tendou had filmed himself reacting to your match from the couch, his over-the-top antics making you laugh out loud. “LOOK AT THAT SPIKE!” he shouted, dramatically flinging himself backward like he’d been hit. “UNSTOPPABLE! MVP!”

Your teammates glanced over, curious. “What’s so funny?”

“Just Tendou being… Tendou,” you replied with a grin, already looking forward to the next call.

When the roles were reversed and you managed to visit Japan during the off-season, Tendou wasted no time dragging you to his matches. Watching him play live was a whole different experience—his energy was infectious, his quick reflexes mesmerizing. You couldn’t help but cheer loudly from the stands, much to the amusement of his teammates.

“That’s my Tendou!” you shouted when he blocked a particularly tricky spike.

He turned his head toward the sound of your voice, a wide grin stretching across his face as he threw up a celebratory fist. Later, when the match was over, he made a beeline for you, still in his jersey and absolutely drenched in sweat.

“You saw that block, right? I was like bam!” He mimed slamming the ball back with exaggerated flair.

“I saw,” you said, laughing as you tried to dodge the inevitable hug. “And now I smell it, too.”

“Victory sweat, my love,” he teased, wrapping an arm around your shoulders despite your protests. “You’re lucky to be this close to greatness.”

The shared love for volleyball made quiet days together just as fun. Tendou was always eager to get you back on the court, challenging you to drills and playful matches. He’d taunt you every chance he got.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he called, after you barely managed to return his serve. “I thought America was supposed to toughen you up.”

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” you shot back, determination blazing in your eyes as you sent the ball flying his way.

After hours of playful competition, the two of you would collapse onto the court, your laughs echoing in the quiet gym.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the court in warm, golden light, Tendou leaned back on his hands and glanced at you. There was a softness in his smile, a rare, genuine moment of quiet between his usual antics.

“You know, I wouldn’t trade this for anything,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically low. “The calls, the matches, the waiting… all of it’s worth it if it means we get moments like this.”

You leaned against his shoulder, a content smile on your face. “I feel the same way. Even when you’re insufferable.”

Tendou gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “Insufferable? Me? Babe, I’m a delight.”

“You’re something, all right,” you teased.

But the teasing gave way to comfortable silence, the two of you basking in the connection you’d built—one that spanned miles, games, and time zones.

Thank you 🌸...

Thank you so much for this adorable request ! I had so much fun writing Tendou hyping up his volleyball-playing s/o . I hope this captures the sweet dynamic you imagined ! <3

[cottonlemonade]

He could have purred with how comfortable he felt. Still warm from his shower he was perfectly seated on the couch, the pillow in his lower back just right, your head leaning on his shoulder while you watched your favorite movie after a long day. Halloween candy that would never make it to the 31st was strewn on the coffee table, building a somewhat chaotic decoration for the crumbs on your plates, leftover from tonight’s dinner.

Your boyfriend gently ran his fingertips over your shoulder and squeezed you tight when you shuddered at the tickling touch. With his free hand that just a moment ago tossed a chocolate into his mouth, he now grabbed onto your legs that lay over his lap, rubbing his thumb over your addictively plush thigh. As he debated on how best to initiate a soft to medium steamy make-out session he saw you delete a long unsent message to your best friend.

“What was that?”, he asked curiously.

“What was what?”

“That. You just typed out a whole message with emojis and everything and didn’t send it. Why?”

You shrugged, “Changed my mind. Not important enough.”

“Not im- baby, do you do that a lot?”

Another shrug and he knew you well enough to take that as a Yes.

“Do you do that with me?”, he asked, slightly alarmed.

“I just don’t wanna bother you.”, you said simply.

“Hold up.”, he paused the movie and sat up straight to look at you, “Are you telling me I could be getting a lot more content from you throughout my day?”

“Am I an influencer now?”, you laughed.

“Baby, don’t change the subject. I signed up for premium membership when we started dating. That means Behind The Scenes, bloopers, reactions, everything!” He wanted to make sure you knew he was serious about this, so he dropped the playful tone a little and entwined his fingers with yours, “Please don’t filter yourself, gorgeous. Especially not for me. You’re never a bother. Never too much, ya hear me?”

Tendou, Yaku, Suna, Noya, Kuroo, Atsumu, Oikawa, Bokuto, Mattsun, Komori, your fave

[taintedtort]

Hello, I was wondering if you can do a haikyu request where the s/o keeps wiping away their kisses with 3 characters but two of them tendou and iwa?

" WIPING KISSES! "

summary. their reaction to you wiping their kisses off

characters. iwaizumi, tendou, akaashi

warnings. gn!reader, none!

a/n. omg yayyy haikyuu request!! picked akaashi for the third :) (links to pt2 and pt3)

IWAIZUMI

☆ he is not playing with you. he decided to be nice and place a sweet peck to your forehead, and you wipe it off? he actually didn’t think anything of it the first time, but then you did it again when he kissed your cheek. that’s twice, but he wanted to make sure you were actually wiping off the kiss, so he placed a peck to your other cheek this time. he scowls when your hand reaches up, and he knows you’re about to wipe that one off too. he snatches up your wrist, though his grip is gentle as he guides your hand back down to your side.

"what? my kisses not good enough for you?"

TENDOU

☆ he sort of took it as a challenge. he’s very affectionate and is always kissing and hugging you, so when you wipe the big smooch he placed on your cheek away, he just does it again. it quickly becomes a game of some sorts, him kissing your skin just for you to wipe it off, and it slowly gets faster and faster. he ends up winning by grabbing your hands and pecking all over your face, causing you to giggle and give up.

"i win! now, it’s my turn for a kiss."

AKAASHI

☆ he knew you were messing with him, and messed with you back. he’s very perceptive and quickly picked up on your little prank and the mischievous glint in your eyes. the first kiss he placed to your temple was quickly wiped away, and it made him pause. thought you might’ve been mad or the kiss was too wet, but the he spotted the twitch of your lips as you try not to laugh. to get back at you, he tilted your chin towards him, slowly leaning in to kiss your lips. however, right when his lips ghosted over yours, he stopped and pulled away. he saw your lidded eyes widen and a pout quickly form on your face, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"that’s what you get for wiping my kiss off."

[struwberrii]

Hello, I like your haikyu headcanons and was wondering if you could do tendou headcanons?:)

tendou headcanons ₊˚⊹♡

thank u for the request!! i feel like tendou doesn’t get a lot of love nowadays so this one is for all the tendou fans (•̀ᴗ•́ )و

he def just makes up songs randomly and sings them for you (usually just to make you laugh)

his shoes usually aren’t tied and he never noticed until someone points it out

imagine tendou with a snaggletooth (i saw someone on tiktok say this and CANNOT STOP THINKING ABT IT it so cute)

constantly does impersonations of characters (he’s actually kind of decent)

little trinket collector

chronically picks at his lips and always ends up bleeding

also picks at his nails/fingers

always celebrates your small little wins with you (yaaayyyy!!)

always comes up with silly games to play when you guys are bored

randomly drops lore on you

makes scary faces at kids if they’re staring for too long

i feel like he’d lowkey listen to tommy heavenly6

hates calling during the day but will have a full convo with you through voice messages

does not let anyone pick on you AT ALL like he’ll get super protective and use his ‘scary’ looks to his advantage to freak people out

encourages you to step out of your comfort zone and try new things

some days social anxiety is scared of him, then the next day he’s too anxious to even go outside

constantly begging you to let him do your makeup even if you don’t wear it (he botched you)

but he still gets insecure sometimes and needs to hear praises and reassurance

let’s you style/cut his hair for him

probably had a random pet growing up, like he found a frog or turtle outside and kept it as a pet

draws on his arms and legs when he gets bored

always scares you, like he waits around the corner for you then jumps out and scares you

has a HUGE sweet tooth

i feel like he would have a really bad memory but keeps all important dates written down, don’t ask him what he ate for dinner because he doesn’t remember

sits in the shower

playful teasing as a love language

watches mukbang videos while he eats

genuinely has a hard time voicing how he feels about people so he uses humor to mask his emotions and now nobody takes him seriously

shockingly the best guy to go to when you need to cheer up, and not because he’d make you laugh but he just knows what to say?? if that makes sense

like he tells you what he wishes someone told him when he was in middle school

always makes sure nobody is left out in a group activity

has the craziest diet, like i feel like he’d eat like a toddler

average tendou meal consists of a yoohoo chocolate milk, a pizza lunchable and a handful of grapes and that’s enough to hold him over for the day

sports garfield pajama pants ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

i feel like he’d also listen to alice in chains

but i also feel like he’d listen to gorillaz

his knees are always bruised (prob from volleyball)

has an impressive figure collection of his favorite manga character :3

sorry guys this is like 30% me projecting 70% tendou hcs 😭

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ tendou as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, tendou feeling insecure, lmk if i miss anything

⟡ a/n: hey i feel bad for not posting so thought i'd quickly do tendou rq (i feel like im doing shiratorizawa dirty im so sorry my shiratorizawa friends </3)

⟡ best friend series: semi, ushijima || masterlist

best friend tendou who you met youre second year of high school when you were assigned to be partners to bake a cake in your cooking class.

best friend tendou who you argued with because he wanted to bake a chocolate cake while you wanted vanilla.

best friend tendou who you got closer to when he surprised you with a recipe for a marble cake so that you could both get what you want.

best friend tendou who invited you over to his dorm on campus to share the cake after being graded (perfect score obvi).

best friend tendou who introduced you to his other best friend ushijima. he scared you at first but tendou told you not to worry and that ushijima was glad to meet you.

best friend tendou who invited you to his volleyball practice match so he could show off how good he was at guessing the opponent's next moves.

best friend tendou who impressed you so much that you were left speechless after the game.

best friend tendou who helped you make chocolates for your homeroom for valentine's (you're very fond of the holiday).

best friend tendou who pulled you into a massive bear hug when you surprised him with chocolate you made on your own. they weren't the best but he ate them all anyway.

best friend tendou who in your third year of high school mostly focused on volleyball (because he wanted to make it memorable for ushijima) but still made time to hangout with you on weekends when he didn't have practice.

best friend tendou who was confronted with his feelings for you when ushijima came up to him and asked how long the two of you been dating. "we aren't dating" "i thought you two were, it looks like you are with how affectionate you both are".

best friend tendou who ran around the gym after thinking about it for a few minutes because he realized he in fact did love you but was worried about what you thought about him (my poor insecure boy </3).

best friend tendou who got some old man advice from ushijima. he took it with a grain of salt.

best friend tendou who still refused to ask you out because he was scared of rejection so he just finished the year acting as normal as he could.

best friend tendou who assured you he was okay when he lost nationals but was actually crying when he turned away from you.

best friend tendou who you got into culinary school with because you both loved cooking so much.

best friend tendou who lived in a dorm across the hall from you and would always drag you to the community kitchen to bake seets or cook dinner every night.

best friend tendou who got an offer to go to paris for more experience in chocolate making.

best friend tendou who you encouraged to go to france because he was having doubts about not being good enough and because he was scared of being judged.

best friend tendou who you kissed in the middle of his ranting to shut him up before reassuring him that he would be okay because he was an amazing person and that you loved him so that means other people would definitely love him.

best friend tendou who said he loved you too and cried tears of joy because he never thought anyone would love him this way.

best friend tendou who is now boyfriend tendou who goes off to paris but sends you post cards every week all while video calling you every day telling you about all the plans he has for you both once you move to paris with him in a few months after you finish culinary school)

[clawsdevour]

ּ⠀𓈒 ◌ tendou bf hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, small mention of praise and degradation, my shitty writing, not proofread

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-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to absolutely love cuddling in the spooning position. It doesn't matter if he's the big or little spoon, he just loves having you around him or in his arms. He would have a preference for big spooning where he can just nestle his nose in the crook of your neck.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to love holding hands at any time of the day. He likes knowing that you're in his reach and would probably be swinging your arms around like crazy or his thumb would be rubbing little circles on your knuckles. Tendou would also put your hand in your pocket if he notices that your hands are cold that day.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to be the silliest around you. He's silly around his teammates and friends. But with you, he's like triple the energy because you're the only one able to handle it and he appreciates every second you spend with him, especially when you match his energy.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to think ahead for if things go south. An example of this can be like planning a picnic date but it's pouring rain that day. Well, Tendou already plotted a plan B! He'd arrange a little at-home cozy dinner date where you're both just having fun being together in the comfort of your own home.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to just love being around your presence. He'd be kind of clingy in a way where it's still bearable. When you're alone that's when he's all over you, hugging you and giving you little small pecks of affection, well just being right next to you literally. But in public, he'd definitely tone it down and wouldn't be super into pda since he doesn't wanna be like those kinds of people.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to love making you little chocolate sweets customized to your likings. For instance, if you like peanuts, he'd make you little chocolate bars sprinkled with peanuts or have some delicious peanut filling inside. Overall though, he'd just make you chocolates just because he can.. especially when you tell him you're on your period or just feeling more emotional than usual.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to definitely lower down your parents' guard upon meeting them. He's an entertaining person who'd tell your parents fascinating stories and describe how much he loves you in ways that even you'd be surprised to hear.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to enjoy having you ride him the most while you're facing each other. He'd like this position the most because this stance is the one where you're intimately close to each other. He'd love to just praise or degrade you depending on the atmosphere while having his hands on your hips to guide your rhythm.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to wanna try out new things with you if you also wanted to too. He loves the thrill of trying out new kinks or positions for the first time. His cock would harden rapidly at the thought of you sharing what you wanna do and take it really slow to stimulate you, making you beg for his touch.

-Tendou, the type of boyfriend to play with your hair while you drift off to sleep. He'd like to twirl a strand around his fingers, watching your half lidded eyes start to droop down before sleep starts to draw upon him as well.

masterlist here

[kairismess]

pocky challenge with him. (part 2)

kuroo tetsuro. — original chocolate pocky.

kuroo loves seeing your flustered face as you tremble and stare up into his eyes, making his smirk grow as you hesitantly take another bite of the pocky stick. he places his finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes, and takes a big, daring bite forward–until the only distance you two have left is a single nibble between you two.

he teases you, chuckling lowly to himself as he cups the underside of your face with his whole palm, bringing you closer to his own face as he bites ahead. after much teasing, he leaves a small kiss on your lips; it was gentle, it was a kind kiss–a kiss that meant he wanted what you two had to be more than a one time thing; that he's more than serious about wanting to be yours.

++ he nibbles the bits of chocolate coating left on your lips ~

satori tendou. — double chocolate pocky.

tendou enjoys making you smile with the goofy faces he makes when he's so close to kissing you. it's like he takes your mind off the fact that he's so close to you, and instead gives you a reason to show him that gorgeous smile he loves seeing every day.

he does get a bit teasing, though; he soon points out that he's a bite away from you, what'll you do about it? of course, he doesn't expect you to do anything–he just wanted to get a reaction out of you, he wouldn't do anything you didn't want to. but what he wasn't expecting was you to bite the last piece, lean over, and kiss his lips.

guess who's smiling now after all that loving?

akaashi keiji. — green tea pocky.

akaashi only agreed to this so you'd stop pestering him, and he never found it annoying, though–he just wasn't sure about you being so close to him. a million thoughts ran through his mind all at once as you kept biting forward, with him being paralyzed to his seat, not daring to take another bite forward.

he may look calm on the surface, but internally, akaashi was freaking out. he didn't know if he was ready to meet your lips halfway, let alone if you'd like the feeling of his. he didn't want anything to change between you two, because even if he won't ever confess to you his true feelings, at least he can be your friend...

...that kissed you without thinking.

[missuga]

“I was thinking.” You trailed off for a moment, wondering if you were really sure if you should ask your question.

“You were thinking?” He mimicked your words and leaned to look at you on the couch next to him. “That’s new.”

“Actually, I changed my mind.” You rolled your eyes at the amused grin on his face, shifting back to sink into the couch further. 

“I want to know what you were thinking about.” He leaned his shoulder against you now and slipped his hand in yours, obviously trying to get your attention on him once more. “I take back what I said.” 

“Fine.” You spoke after staring at him for a long moment, playing with his fingers nervously. “What if you moved in?”

“What?” 

“I mean, you’ve been staying here almost every night anyways.” You waited for a second, trying to get a sense of what he was feeling at your offer. You’d been thinking about this for a while now and never really knew when to bring it up. 

“You’re sure you want me to?” He asked, the amusement in his tone morphing into a softer sound as he stared back at you. 

“Yes, I think so.” 

“Okay.” He smiled even bigger now at the prospect of living with you. “Ask me again.” 

“You’re kidding.” You rolled your eyes again at him even though his antics warmed your heart. “Move in with me?”

“Absolutley.” He answered quickly this time, sitting up fully to kiss you before speaking again. “I’ve been waiting forever for this.” 

“Oh, you have?” You laughed, pulling him even closer to you to the point he was laying on top of you now. “Sorry I didn’t bring it up sooner.” 

“It’s okay, I still love you.” He faked a sigh, pressing another small kiss to your lips before resting his head on your chest. “Wanna go get my stuff?” 

“Right now?” You didn’t think he’d move in this fast.

“Yes right now, I can’t wait any longer.”

NISHINOYA, Atsumu, Bokuto, OIKAWA, Tanaka, Tendou, KUROO

[marshmellowfluff221]

Hugs with Tendou

Pairing: Tendou x Reader

Warnings: just pure fluff

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Hugs with Tendou were constant. If he was near you his arms were around you. Once you two started dating it was evidently obvious because Tendou wouldn't leave your side unless he absolutely had to.

Tendou always knew when you had a bad day. Its almost as if he sensed it and gave you an extra long hug. Once day, you'd completely failed a test and walked with him to lunch completely defeated. He was rambling about volleyball practice the whole way to your locker. Once you'd arrived and unlocked it, he tapped your shoulder. You turned and he had a soft smile on his lips. He immediately embraced you into a giant warm hug. It took you a moment to hug him back and when you wrapped your arms around him he pulled you closer. He pulled you back only to graze his lips on your forehead. A warmth spread throughout your body as a small smile formed on your lips.

"There it is." He mumbled and kissed your forehead one more time before letting you go. As loud and somtimes obnoxious as Tendou can be, he was very caring and knew when to quiet down. Since you'd started smiling again he continued his rant about practice.

Sometimes when you are in a playful mood you'll deny him the hug he wants. He'll pout and call you mean. He knows you're messing around but sometimes it worries him that he's a little too clingy. However you always end up giving in and squeezing him with all your might.

Occasionally, Tendou gets in a mood. He'll become frustrated or upset about something he's practicing and can't master. Most of the time after school ends Tendou has practice. You'll usually hang out in the bleachers doing homework, but today was a little different. Tendou continuously slipped up, missing the volleyball by an inch or messing up his block. You could tell he was frustrated but couldn't interrupt practice. You had immediately put all your stuff away and waited patiently until practice was over. He didn't rush over to you once everyone was packing up like he usually does, he kept practicing. You shook your head and got up from your seat, walking over to him. His back was to you. You walked up and wrapped your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek into his back. He immediately relaxed into your touch, melting as if he was butter in your hands.

"Practice tomorrow. Come on, you can come over and we can watch that movie you want to see." You spoke into his back. He sighed and nodded even though you could see. Tendou twisted in your arms, turning to face you. He reached down and placed his hands to cup your face, tilting your head up. He leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, then your lips. You pulled him closer, melting into the kiss. He pulled away and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest. One of his hands sat on your back while the other held the back of your head.

"Are you sure? Its a scary movie." He asked.

"Yeah, you'll be there to protect me." You mumbled into his chest this time. He laughed and it seemed as if your hug had cured his sadness as he returned back to himself and began talking about the movie, spoiling the previous movies in the series. He spoke as you two walked out of the gym.

[etherrreal]

"an ode to tendou's hands"

Pairing: tendou x fem!reader Genre: fluff, slight nsfw Summary: you want to be normal about your boyfriend, but how can you when he's flaunting his hands everywhere WC: 2,138 Warnings: references to you gushing, reader’s got enough hair to stick a hand in lol, reader wears a sundress A/N: dipping my toes further and further into nsfw so that maybe someday my ass will write some full-blown nsfw for y'all -Luna

When you hear people gush about their partners, they often talk about how kind they are when they bring them their favorite candy bar or buy their favorite smoothie "just because." Maybe how caring they are as they tuck them in when they're sick or detangle their hair for them in the shower. It’s always the little things that they do for them that matter the most. 

The few times they bring up their appearance, it's always the common stuff. Their hair is so fluffy and smooth, maybe their eyes are piercing, yet soft only for them. You hear them describe how their arms are so built that it makes them drool. Or they—and you’re specifically talking about your friend Eri—describe their significant other’s thigh muscles with such strange detail and precision that you’re left floating in a space between understanding and deep worry. 

But even their odd infatuations with their partner's features never compare to yours, because even when Eri gets going on her weird tangents about her boyfriend’s thighs and how she’d like for them to crush her skull like a watermelon, your other friends nod and laugh along. You’ve tested your answer on a crowd before and all you got was the loudest silence you’ve ever heard followed by someone too many moments later saying, “what?” They just didn’t get it.

You've always been embarrassed to share your real answer with your closest friends, not because they’d make you feel like a freak (derogatory), but because they’ll make you feel like a weirdo (affectionate). And while Eri can take the casual ribbing, you’re not so sure you have a thick enough skin to be able to last a quarter as long as she has. So you've settled with picking something a little more normal, like gushing about how, although your boyfriend Tendou is lean, he’s much stronger than he looks. 

They don't have to know that the real answer has you gushing elsewhere, though.

Tendou’s hands.

Two palms. Ten fingers—two of which are thumbs. Fourteen knuckles. 

They’re long. They’re slender. They reach places you can never reach with your own, like the bottom of the Pringles can.

Unlike a boyfriend’s thighs or abs, hands aren’t hidden in everyday life behind some piece of fabric. They’re constantly touching you or things around you which makes it nearly impossible to keep your focus. In previous relationships, or even in everyday life, a person’s hands didn’t catch your attention as they do now. But when you started dating Tendou, it was like a sleeper agent activated. 

The first time you took notice of his hands was at the end of your second date, after he walked you home. You both lingered in front of your apartment door, not quite ready to say goodbye to one another. He decided to take a risk, using his hand to brush some hair behind your ear—although, you’re pretty sure it wasn’t out of place to begin with—then letting his fingers trail down your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. His hand then came back up to cup your cheek, and it dawned on you that, with the way his hand stretched, he could palm your whole head like a volleyball based on length alone.

Then he sealed the deal by leaning down, his lips hovering just a hair over yours, and whispering, “Do you mind if I kiss you?” 

What always amazes you when you replay that moment in your mind is you hardly remember the kiss itself, but what you do remember is what it felt like to have his hand slip into your hair and grasp it at the roots in his excitement. How his other hand slid around your waist to pull you against his chest, fingers playing with the edge of your crop top and barely brushing against your bare skin. You had goosebumps from head to toe, leaving you with no choice but to lean on him to keep yourself upright. You were smitten from that day forward and would do anything to get him to touch you again like he did that day.

You're about 98% sure that Tendou has never noticed your infatuation—not once—because you're just that smooth. Like a fucking ninja. There's no other word to describe your actions besides subtle.

Except, if you asked Tendou, you're not even close. In fact, in his eyes, you're about as subtle as a gun.

Tendou lets you think you are because he enjoys seeing your poor attempts at hiding your obsession. The truth is he's noticed every single time your eyes drift from his face to his flailing hands as he tells you a story then snap back to his face once you feel like you've been distracted for too long. Or, when you decide to keep him company while he's testing new chocolate recipes and techniques in the kitchen, and, instead of ooh-ing and aah-ing as he pipes an intricate design on a truffle, you're more occupied with staring at his mouth as he licks the smeared chocolate on his fingertips.

God forbid he offers you a taste of chocolate he swipes from the edge of a bowl with his pointer finger—then he's the one who has to control himself when he notices your eyes gently flutter as you lick it off, the tip of your tongue flicking his fingertip. 

He doesn't really understand it, and initially, he took your distracted gaze as disinterest. He was afraid he was boring you when he was going off on tangents or when he suggested you sit by as a taste tester in the kitchen. But he soon caught on when he noticed that your eyes weren’t glazed over in boredom and staring forward with no focus at all. He could see them following his hands like a hawk, taking in every bend, twitch, or grasp. And while he did notice them glaze over occasionally, he had a feeling it wasn’t because you were bored. 

Tendou's been trying to find the right time to bring it up. He doesn't want you to think he's making fun of you or that you should be ashamed of your little fixation. Since he’s first noticed, he’s been trying to hint to you that he knows; brushing an imaginary eyelash off of your cheek, cupping your face whenever he gets the chance, trailing his fingers up your arm whenever he peers over your shoulder to look at what you're cooking. 

He’s not sure if it’s working or if it's had the opposite effect, but he has been enjoying watching you squirm in the meantime.

Then it all culminates one weekend in August.

He suggests taking a trip to Barcelona after a colleague of his recommended a little chocolate shop there that he’s been dying to try. With about an 8-hour drive from where you live, you suggest you make it a little vacation, taking off that Friday and Monday to properly enjoy it all.

The trip starts off as all of your trips do. Tendou decides to drive so you play DJ, quizzing him on certain songs and annoying him with others. You feed him some snacks so he can keep an eye on the road, purposefully playing "here comes the airplane" until he bites your fingertip like an overzealous toddler.

It dies off about 2 hours into the trip after you get back in the car from a short gas station trip. You play a more relaxed playlist, filled with instrumentals and some ballads. The only chatter from both of you is when either of you comments on the view. Otherwise, it's a comfortable silence, leaning your head on the window and watching the trees and other cars fly by. 

Your peace is disturbed when you feel Tendou’s hand slide onto your knee, giving what’s supposed to be a comforting squeeze, but feels more like a jolt to your system. Unintentionally, you jump in your seat, trying to play it off like you’re shifting to be more comfortable, but he notices. 

“You okay, baby?” Tendou asks, with a smirk you don’t see because you can’t meet his eyes. Let’s see you try to get yourself out of this one.

“Yeah, uh, your hands were just cold.”

“Oops. My bad, honey.” He squeezes your knee again as he says it, and you can only hope he doesn’t notice that you tense up. “They’ll get warm soon enough, I’m sure.”

You shoot him a quick smile, before turning to look out the passenger window, hoping that he doesn’t notice how nervous you actually are. You’re tempted to start bouncing your leg, but you can’t risk him asking any more questions. 

Eventually, you relax enough to rest your hand over his, stroking the back of his hand with your thumb. You’re so lost in thought that you don’t realize that your hand started acting on its own, tracing the veins on the back of his hand and over the pronounced knuckles of his fingers. 

Tendou, of course, notices immediately. “So you like my hands, huh?”

You freeze. This isn’t how you wanted him to find out, you think as you pull your hand towards your chest like it touched an open flame. If there was ever a perfect time for the ground to suddenly open up so it can swallow you whole, this would be it. In fact, you contemplate opening the car door and tucking and rolling onto the highway just to get yourself out of this situation. 

Your diabolical red-headed boyfriend glances over at you a few times during your prolonged silence, before clearing his throat and saying, “I’ve known about your… thing for ages, you know.”

Your panic shoots out of you all at once. “You knew?! When? How!? I’m so lowkey about it!”

“Well, you don’t exactly make it subtle,” he chuckles. “How else would you be able to explain why you either jump out of your skin or completely shut down whenever I touch you? Or when I can't even make eye contact with you during our conversations because you're so focused on my hands?"

"...Trauma and social awkwardness?"

Tendou shoots you an incredulous look before returning his eyes to the road. “First of all, if it was trauma, we probably would’ve talked about it during the years we’ve been together. Second, you? Socially awkward with me? You’re the one who has no problem pooping while I’m showering, so there’s no way.” 

Your mouth opens and shuts repeatedly, failing to produce a good enough excuse. Instead, you turn your head far enough that you can’t see him from the corner of your eye anymore, but you sure can hear him cackle because of his effect on you.

You still refuse to make eye contact when you feel his hand trail up your thigh, barely making it to the hem of your dress before making his way back down to your knees, his fingers leaving trails of heat in its wake.

“What do you like about them, hm?” His fingers trail back up, playing with the hem of your dress and inching it higher. “Is it how long my fingers are? How gentle they are when they caress the skin of your thigh? Probably giving you goosebumps, huh?” 

And they absolutely are, along with a shudder up your spine with how low his voice has dropped. 

“Or maybe how talented they are, like when they curl just right?” His hand finally dips under the fabric, brushing his pinky against the edge of your panties. "Oooh, no safety shorts today? How risque! What are you preparing for, honey?"

"Nothing, I just—”, you take in a shakey breath as you feel his pinky play with the edge of the lace,”—didn't want to sweat with the extra layer."

"That's what the AC is for, honey. Are ya sure there's no other reason?"

"No. I mean, yes, or—wait. Fuck." Your head feels like it’s full of cotton, your mouth too dry to speak. Your eyes are unable to focus on anything at the moment, the leg he’s not touching restlessly bouncing. You glance over at the time displayed on your phone that’s mounted to the dashboard and calculate that you’ve got about 4 hours left before you reach your destination, and that’s when you realize that you can’t wait until you reach your hotel.

You need him. Now.

“Can you— Over there— Just—” You stumble over your words, unable to form a coherent sentence as you point frantically over to the side of the highway.

“You want me to pull over onto the shoulder?” He says smugly, not even sparing you a glance.

“God, yes, please.” 

He steers the car abruptly to the right, and you’re in his lap before he can even properly put the car in park, hands all over each other.

Written by: Luna you've got an @; we've got a taglist~

[cottonlemonade]

“So, what made you come to Paris?“, you asked, spearing a buttery potato with your fork.

“Ever seen the movie Ratatouille? Completely changed my life. I just knew I had to follow Remy‘s footsteps.“

Tendou immediately regretted his answer the moment the words leaped out of his mouth. He finally managed to ask you out, a girl so far out of his league that he had already sent bragging texts to his former teammates before he even got dressed for the first date, and now this. You looked at him, blinked for a moment, and just as he started seeing his life flashing before his eyes, you burst out into a snort of laughter. A few people at nearby tables turned to stare but he only waved them off, focusing on you trying to regain composure.

For weeks he had seen you in the afternoon waiting for the same train as him. In the mornings your route to work took you by the shop he worked at and one day, as you were ogling the pralines displayed in the window, biting your lip in torn temptation, you had made eye contact with him and soon started smiling and nodding and eventually even waving to him as you passed the chocolaterie. He figured, once he was at the train station you didn‘t recognize him without his large white hat and pristine uniform and he didn‘t know how to approach you. That was until a terribly helpful gust of wind blew your scarf right off your neck and he chased it down for you, giving him the perfect opportunity to ask for your name, your number, and your time to get together.

And now you sat across from him in a corner of a tiny restaurant, with lights dancing in your eyes, wearing a dress that was obviously designed to make him crazy with how exquisitely it wrapped around your soft body.

You cleared your throat and said, “I was always more a Beauty and the Beast girly myself. After seeing it I always yelled Bonjour! every morning - drove my friends and family nuts! People on the street were looking at me weird, too, so I decided to move to France.“

Now it was on Tendou to laugh. Wiping a tear out of the corner of his eyes he chuckled, “I love you.”

“Hm?”

“I asked if you wanted to get dessert.”

You beamed at him and nodded.

[thania-keiji-gf]

the type of boyfriend who loves call you princess because you're his princess. he loves giving you royal—uh, more specific is princess treatment. yes some kind like : carrying you by piggyback ride when you tired for a walk, paid everything you shop in mall and bring all of those stuff later by one of his hand bc his another hand is used for holding your hand, bring extra his hoodie on his car whenever you two go for a date bc he know you easily get cold, give you a bucket of flower every week to make sure you know that he always loved you, never let you doing everything alone bc you deserve a man who can do everything for you, feeds you everytime you are not in the mood to eat but sometimes when you want be feeded with him even though you in the mood—it's okay! why not? he make sure you eat first before him, priority you more than anything, and the last always giving you soft tone whenever he speaks with you bc that's how a prince talk to his princess.

"i will never let you doing everything alone, princess—uh sorry. i mean, your highness." he said as he kiss your back of the your hand.

-> AKAASHI, Tendou, Sugawara, ATSUMU, SUNA, Kuroo, OIKAWA, Daichi, SEMI, Osamu

[leahrintarou]

☠︎︎ DAY THIRTEEN: QUIROFILIA FT. TENDOU

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: she's obsessed with his hands, fingering, stimulation & penetration, public sex, and they're at a restaurant

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 760+

"is that even possible?" atsumu asked the redhead, referring to his question along the lines of "what if we get reincarnated as a volleyball and develop a spanking kink?". tendou shrugged not even knowing the answer to his own theory.

"what do you think, n/n?"

she looked up, moving her gaze from tendou's relaxed fingers to his 'innocent' smirking expression. she shrugged before letting out a small sigh as she fumbled with the ring that was located on her lovers finger.

he'd rested his right hand on her thigh, as his left one made slight taps against the table. "how much did you guys drink?" she asked, noticing her boyfriend, and the blonde miya twin's, loopy states. "enough" osamu mumbled, pushing his brother off of his shoulder.

the two exchanged a few words while tendou focus down on his hand that resided on y/n's thigh. "n/n" he called, smiling when she quickly looked up, giving him her attention. "are you turned on right now...just by my hands?" he mumbled, immediately letting out a chuckle when her fidgeting with his ring completely stopped.

she glanced in front of her, hesitating to look over to the twins but eventually let out a sigh of relief after noticing that they were caught up in their own conversation. "satori, were in public" she felt his hand slowly guiding itself further up her thigh, making her grab his wrist to stop his movements.

"is that supposed to stop me from wanting to pleasure you?"

swiftly getting his wrist out of y/n's loosened grasp, tendou made skillful movements, maneuvering his hand into her pants. "tendou" she warned once again. "ew, really? my family name? are you sure you didn't drink too?"

y/n glared at tendou, eyes widening when he redirected the twins attention onto herself. "y/n, are you okay?" he questioned, loud enough for the the two to hear this time. the three awaited for her answer while she attempted to hold their gazes, in an attempt to ignore tendous wandering fingers.

she managed a nod, watching as tendous fingers began to tap the table, purposely to tease her at it's 'patterned' movements. "are you sure?" this time, he pressed the pads of his index and ring finger against her clothed bud. "yes" this time she spoke up through a straightforward tone. "y/ n, you and tendou could head home if you aren't feeling well" osamu offered.

she would've taken the offer up if it weren't for the fact that tendou now began to massage steady paced circles against her. "n/n, let's stay a little longer" tendou smirked, making y/n roll her eyes, he noticed her borderline embarrassed state, deciding to take the attention off of her by starting up a new conversation topic with the twins.

y/n would be thankful but due to his movements speeding up, the pleasure filled sounds barely able to stay contained behind her lips, she was the least of thankful. he stopped his movements, allowing her to take a small breath before slowly inserting his fingers into her sex, all the while, holding a conversation with the twins in his tipsy state.

y/n knew that her boyfriend was especially skilled with his fingers, the way she reacted to his pleasured touches practically giving him one of the largest ego boosters. she faced the window, in an attempt to hide her quietly panting expression and on the other hand, osamu noticed her disturbed state but decide against bringing it up and chalking it up to her just being tired. after all, it was pretty late at night.

she reached for his hand, trying to slow his movements but could only grip the sleeve of his hoodie after feeling his side eyeing gaze peer burning holes into her figure. "hey n/n, did you hear that?" tendou's questioned. she hummed, giving the three a small amount of attention that she managed to muster up. y/n felt tendou's thumb rub circles against her bud, as she recognized his expression. the one that meant he was up to no good.

"they're having a party on Friday, do you wanna go?" he questioned. "sure, sounds good" she nodded. tendou faced the twins before nodding. "guess that means she's down to come"

and with his indirect approval, y/n couldn't help but cover her lips with her hand before facing the window as that familiar feeling coursed through her body, thighs clasping around tendou's wrist.

the twins glanced at y/n before noticing tendou's 'innocent' smile "tendou, really?"

"what?"

[chocolatori]

Tendou recalls when he realized he had fallen in love with you.

It didn’t start off as a romance, and it wasn’t even a friendship either but he does recall the first time he ever saw you. It was a hot summer morning when you first walked into the door of his dainty cafe accompanied by the soft chime of the bell, the first time you have walked into his life. 

It was odd that you struck him so much at first glance. He wasn’t exactly looking for love at that time, but he knows for sure that he wants to fall in love at some point in his life. One that he often reads in his shoujo mangas, he had always been curious if falling in love would be something like that. If it would be as euphoric as the stories and movies he has seen. 

You became a regular customer since then. He had never known that his thoughts could be too sweet like the chocolates he makes. He never wanted to be near to you but he always deeply regret the moments he could have been close to you or the moments he could have talked to you. He always struggled to compose himself in your presence and his heart could beat so fast like a parade of soldiers on a marching spree. 

He vividly remembers the first time you made a conversation with him. You are kind, he thinks. It was a mundane question, something along the lines of what was his favorite on the menu. Because apparently, you haven’t tried everything on their menu yet. 

Since then, you would ask what he could recommend on their menu and it wasn’t the same vanilla latte you would buy every day. And since then he has found himself making something special just for you. 

You started making conversations with him, about how irritating one of your professors are to how you were always on the run to catch the train just not to miss a class. 

And he always listens, and he never interrupts. 

And sometimes he wonders if you also talk about these things to someone else. If there’s someone who’s also this eager to hear your stories.

He never had the guts to ask for your number, but he was able to get your name at least. You call him Tendou, and sometimes he would wish you call him by his first name. 

It’s one of those really slow days where there aren’t really many customers that come in, but that always changes everything once his favorite customer has arrived. He gave your order and he was ready to see you off already when you suddenly spoke to him.

“Who is responsible for the music here?” You ask, and he turns to you. 

“Oh, that would be me too,” Tendou replies with a smile.

“For real?”

“I have always loved the music that plays here, one of the reasons I kept on coming back here aside from the food,” you chuckle.

“I guess we have the same music taste then,” he quips as he props his arms on the counter.

“I have always wanted to talk to that person,” you tell him.

“I think I kind of have a tiny crush on him,” you trail off.

“Just tiny?” he inquires.

And you laugh, your laugh that soothes his mind and lightens his day.

The truth is he hates summer, but that one summer morning changed everything. 

He does not like the muggy, sticky, claustrophobic, hot days. He does not like the bugs that buzz and bite and the insect repellent at night, but he’s willing to spend his entire life with every season of you.

[catasoph]

How to kill someone

Tendou Satori x f!reader

Summary: Satori was alone his whole life. Always the monster that nobody wanted around until he found someone that would stay with him till the end.

Words: 2.5k

Warnings: bullying, insults, implied suicidal thoughts, loneliness, angst, hurt/comfort

There was only a little boy sitting at a large table filled with plates and cups for no one to be used, with drinks and snacks that no one would touch. He had a little party hat on his red hair but no one who he would share all the happiness, that once radiated of him, with. His little hands were clenched tightly into his new shirt, his bottom lip wobbling and his eyes becoming glassy but no tear was shed. A woman with a large smile came into the room, holding a cake with chocolate gloss all over it. It wasn`t a masterpiece but it showed that she cared.

“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Satori. Happy birthday to you!” Before her silvery voice could finish the song the boy in front of her started weeping. His face scrunched up until a stream of tears followed. His mother gently placed the cake on the fully decorated table, just to crouch down next to her boy and hold him tightly. “Ohh honey, I´m so sorry.” His tears were soaking into the fabric of her wonderful dress but she didn`t budge. She didn`t push him away or reprimand him for ruining it. Satori was just a child desperately wanting to feel loved and if his friends couldn`t do that, then his mother would need to step up. “Why didn`t they come?” His little hand still clinging to her form while his pleading eyes were looking right through her. How should she answer that? How should she explain to her son that his friends were playing with his feelings, trying to torture him? “I don`t know, darling.” She tried smiling, lifting the corners of her mouth but it couldn`t reach her eyes, because she knew. They both did.

Every year after that he tried again and again. But no one ever showed up to his birthday parties. After that, the first day of middle school was the chance he had been waiting for. He was bouncing with energy, ready to make everything right. When his mom pulled up to school to drop him off he saw all these unfamiliar children. The reason for all the nervous tugging and quickly looking around from others, was the reason Satori's heart was nearly pounding out of his chest, accompanied by a big smile. Nobody knew him here. Nobody to ignore him, pretend to be his friend but call him names behind his back. It was finally going to be better.

His mother tried to give him a reassuring smile, holding his hands for a second too long with clammy hands while saying goodbye. As soon as her boy turned around running over to the other kids going to his classroom, her smile fell and she started nibbling on her bottom lip. Nearly making it bleed again after doing it repeatedly for the last few days. He was gonna be alright. Satori bounded into his new classroom. Eyes sparkling with excitement. Finally, after everything he would find friends. He could join a sports club to find people that had the same interests as him. They could train together and go to tournaments. He would be just like everybody else.

One of his little hands was reaching for the doorknob of the classroom while his other one was holding the strap of his backpack. Squeezing it occasionally to contain his excitement. The door was pushed open and a few heads turned around with big eyes. Nervousness radiating off them to see who else would be in their class. Satori's smile stretched over his whole face, showing his teeth that were still a bit too big for his mouth. His eyes scrunched together a bit. His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit, waving shyly at his new classmates that were still watching him until his eyes landed on them. Two boys, who seemed ohh so innocent but were the demons his nightmares were made of. His supposedly friends, which ignored him, talked behind his back and called him bad names at the end of primary school. They were everything he had wanted to avoid for his new beginning. "Hey, look who else is here?" Akui pointed out. He was a plain-looking kid. Dark hair falling over his face and almost hiding his small brown eyes. He was gesturing towards Satori, making the other boy at the table next to him turn around. Yumekuis freezing cold eyes fell on him and a wicked smirk danced along his features that had to look so innocent to everyone else seeing their interaction.

"Hey freak, nice to have you back in our class." The glint in his eyes darkened while he waved toward Satori and made a gesture to the table in front of them. They wanted him to sit with them. It wasn`t a friendly request so they could all be together. It was meant to be Satori's slow execution. He wanted to torture everything that Satori stood for. But he sat. Even though everything in him screamed to stand up, to run, to fight, to cry, to do anything but sit. He sat. Moving mechanically and not moving a muscle after he had found his place. He was paralyzed. The cruel truth of destiny had shown him that he could not outrun his fate. All other children would have been ecstatic to see a familiar face in the same room as them but for Satori it was a nightmare come true. Satori had thought weeks before stepping foot into his new classroom that things would be finally better, but after a few months, he realized how horrible it was going and that nobody had his back except for himself. And even he wanted to give himself up so badly and put a knife in his heart to end it all. The pain and suffering. The feelings. From day one everyone was against him. He became the monster. The soul-sucking demon nobody was allowed to touch otherwise you got a disease.

It was the second period. Their teacher had written a math problem on the blackboard and tried to explain a new formula to solve it. But it was hard to listen when little paper pieces were stuck in his hair and occasionally wet pieces found their way to his forehead. Satori was never sure if someone used water from their bottle for it or just their own saliva. His table was filling up with garbage from every side. But their teacher stayed oblivious. Never calling the other students out and putting an end to the battle against the monster, as the other children often called it. As if he was a demon that would steal the happiness out of their lives and they had to fend him off.

It never ended there. Throwing garbage was just the beginning and as the months progressed his classmates grew braver. Putting his binders into the trash followed by his backpack. They stole his homework and pulled down his pants. It was exhausting. He was always waiting for the next attack. A new move they would pull on him to hurt him. It didn`t matter what he did to prevent it. They were always there. Watching him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to attack and humiliate him. All their eyes were always on him. He could even feel them at home in the own comforts of his room. Middle school was hell and Yumekui was the reason it got created. The redhead was at the top of the mountain called loneliness and was just a slight push away from rolling down the other side, plummeting into a deep, cold lake that would finally freeze him. An end that he could already see from the top. It didn`t take long as the last push came. He was a stone that got kicked down, so it could sink into the darkness.

It was a Thursday afternoon and the sun was shining mercilessly down onto the courtyard. From the window, he could see children playing basketball or hide and seek. They all had huge smiles plastered onto their faces and even the kid that fell a second ago, was already on his feet again when one of his friends stretched a hand out to him and helped him up. Satori also needed someone to help him up. He joined the volleyball team of his school to find a person that could understand him. Instead, he found his talent. A passion that had kept him alive for longer. One that gave him hope. They had training on Thursday afternoons but as he wanted to grab his bag full of sportswear, he grabbed into nothingness. His bag was not where he had left it. The emptiness of the coat rack was taunting him. He could already see the disappointed and pitying eyes of his mother when another binder got lost or his backpack broke again. But losing his sportswear was worse because he knew he would have never misplaced it. Volleyball was his dream. He would never be so careless as to jeopardize it. The snickers coming from the last remaining students in the classroom also confirmed it. He hadn`t misplaced or lost it. It got stolen, because everyone hated him and no one wanted to play with him. No one could endure the satisfaction in his eyes when he blocked another spike and finally had the upper hand. So when they had a chance to take away his safe space. His paradise. They stopped at nothing. No feelings or expenses were spared because for them he didn`t deserve it. Satori went with hanging shoulders out of the classroom, eyes fixated on the floor so nobody could see the tears dripping down his cheeks. He was just a boy scared his whole life would be similar. Full of people that didn`t know him but hated him for his looks. He was scared that the bullying would only get worse, with no one to rely on but himself. He walked slowly down the corridor. Thinking about just going home, skipping training when anyways nobody wanted him there. Or if he should go to the gym, make up an excuse about forgetting his sports clothes. Standing his ground and showing his classmates that they couldn`t take that from him. But would it be worth it? To arrive there and only see disgusted faces. Two girls were coming his way, whispering their words and snickering quietly. They had something to do with it. Satori could see it in their eyes. They knew and they didn`t look at him with pity, they thought he deserved it. Until screaming was heard from the end of the corridor.

A girl was standing with their back towards him, gripping a bag that looked incredibly familiar while Yumekui was holding onto the other end. "Stop it! These are not yours!" The girl pressed out. Her whole face was red for exertion but her hands were not budging when Yumekui tried to rip it out of them once more. Satori walked closer to the action to confirm what he already thought. A girl he didn`t know was fighting for his gym clothes. Yumekui's hardened eyes lifted and fell automatically onto Satori. Immediately he let go of the bag and put an annoyed look on his face. Letting the girl stumble back but smile in victory. "Tsk, whatever. Keep this dirty thing." The boy tried to sound nonchalant but failed with the look he threw one last time at the pair before turning around. After he was gone the girl sighed in relief. The last tension was leaving her body before Satori spoke up and she went rigid again.

"That`s my bag." He said timidly, pointing with his long fingers toward her hands. Immediately she jerked around, her eyes wide. "Sorry! I wanted to bring it back but I wasn`t sure who it belonged to and Yumekui didn`t want to give it to me." She rapidly explained, putting a small smile on Satori's face which seemed to relax her. "Where did you find it?" "It was in the bin at the entrance." She explained while handing it over to the boy who had lost his smile again. The truth dawned on him, that this would happen more often now and Yumekui would always find new places to hide it. "I like your smile more." She spoke up once again, a frown now also gracing her lips. Satori took cautiously a step back. His brain going a mile a minute trying to figure out where the trap is. Was that girl in it as well? Is she only pretending to play nice to play an even sicker joke? Was she faking liking him, be his friend only to abandon him? Point with a finger at him, laughing uncontrollably while asking who would want to be the friend of a monster. He imagined a thousand scenarios but her eyes looked at him with so much concern that he couldn`t find the will to just run. He couldn`t even form words but she seemed to understand his inner turmoil. "Are you good at volleyball?" A shy nod followed from Satori before his eyes found the floor again. "Do you want to play before the next lesson starts?" His head jerked up, surprise flashing through his eyes while she just smiled. Satori eyed her suspiciously but she was unfazed, just waiting for him to confirm or deny. So he nodded making her beam at him even brighter before she took his hand and bounded with him over to the yard. "I`m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way. Nice to meet you." After that, there was always someone to hold him. They would play volleyball together and (Y/N) would look at him as if he was a miracle. She would always come to his birthday parties or as they got older, plan them herself. Their last year at Shiratorizawa came around and it was clear they all would go their separate ways. Moving to different cities or even countries and chasing their own dreams. Satori's birthday rolled around again. He was no longer filled with dread when he thought about that day because he knew there was always at least one person to remember it. When he came to class that morning a muffin was standing on his table and behind it, Semi and Ushiwaka were standing with neutral expressions. "Hey, guys. Is that for me?" Satori beamed, eyeing the little treat excitedly. "Of course, it's for you. Happy Birthday." Semi rolled his eyes at him but had a small smile on his lips. "I also wish you a pleasant birthday, Tendou." The redhead laughed thanking his ever-stoic friend as he gave him a little bag with presents their whole team had contributed to. Just as he was about to look at it another voice filled the classroom. The door flung open and loud panting was heard, followed by singing as Satori turned around. "Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy Birthday dear Satori. Happy Birthday to you!" Her face was bright red and her hair disheveled. It was the most beautiful sight he had seen all morning. "Thank you, Paradise." It wasn`t only gratefulness for her to remember his birthday but for her to stand by his side for all these years and save him from himself.

[guppybibi]

Tendo Satori x gn!reader •°.࿐

word count: 424 !!

The bells chime as you enter the local patisserie Tendo works at, greeted by the workers while you search for a certain redhead..It was pretty easy to get lost in the delectable aroma of chocolate which attracted customers here and there.

“Oh my! A wild Y/N has appeared!” A voice calls out from the kitchen, just from that alone you knew who it was. “Tendo!” You shout back, approaching him as you both do a silly handshake you guys made up. “Are you sure we can't just greet each other with a kiss? As much as I love our handshakes, I think it'll be easier!” He suggests, giving your hand a playful smooch while you pout. “I think the handshake is still better..” You answer, chuckling as you look up at him with your hands on your hips.

“Now, what are the specials on the menu today?” You ask, lifting your head up to read the menu for today. Then you hear Tendo chuckle, his sleepy expression contradicting his rather energetic and cheerful self. Her attention diverts to the silly smile he was making, raising a brow in curiosity, you ask. “Hmm? What's with the silly face?” “Nothing! Can't I carry my silliness around like a medal or sash?” He answers, grinning like an idiot. He signals you to stay put as if he was talking to some kind of trained puppy and heads to the kitchen, fortunately he doesn't take long. Coming out of the kitchen, he held a box wrapped with a pink satin ribbon.

“For youuu, my sweet!” He spoke, a cheeky grin forming on his lips. “Woah! Thank you Tori, it really looks like you outdid yourself this time!” You praise, opening the box and letting yourself breathe in the scent of the bonbons. You take a piece and stuff it in your mouth, mumbling incoherently as you chew on the confectionery. “Hmm..were you sad this morning Tori?” You ask, swallowing and cleaning your lips of any excess chocolate. Though his face still had a slight smirk you could sense that you were in fact right.

It was an odd trait of yours actually, you've had it ever since you were a child. However it was particularly strong when you met and tasted Satori’s desserts, you could tell how he was feeling when he made the chocolates. “A little, it rained unexpectedly so it ruined my mood. But that doesn't matter right now! As long as I’m with you my life is even sweeter!”

Oh how cheesy could he be..