It’s this noodly boy’s birthday today, so it’s time to celebrate! He deserves ALL THE LOVE, so please enjoy these headcanons for our miracle boy SA-TO-RI!
~The Admins
SFW
Doesn’t go out of his way to mention his birthday ahead of time. He knows it’s silly, but part of him wants to see if anyone will actually remember his birthday without him telling them. (Spoilers: they do.)
Once it’s clear that no one has forgotten his birthday, though, he is very happy to be the center of attention for the day and takes full advantage of being the birthday boy. He’ll definitely be a shit about it, but his obvious excitement is so cute you really don’t mind.
Probably got extra drills assigned from Washijou on at least one occasion because he was trying to get out of doing drills on account of it being his birthday. He still insists it was worth a try.
Skip the cake and stick his birthday candles in a decked-out chocolate ice cream sundae. And no, hot fudge over chocolate ice cream is not too much, you’re just weak.
He loves parties. The bigger the better. The more eccentric and eclectic the decor and music choices, the better. The weirder the music… well, you get the idea.
Tendou isn’t a big eater, so he doesn’t much care what kinds of food there are. He does have lots of friends that eat a lot, though. So restaurant and izakaya outings are kind of wasted on him, unless you find a really cool place in Asakusa or something. He’s a bit of a grazer, though, so snack foods are always good.
Once he hits drinking age, watch out for him. The boy is a lightweight. He loves going out for his birthday–he’s all about the dancing–but if he tries for a second to keep up drink for drink with the absolute tanks he calls friends (lookin’ at you, Wakatoshi), he’s toast. He can be a very schmoopy drunk, so you’ll end up half-carrying him home while he waxes poetic about the mole on your cheek or who the heck knows what. Not that it’s entirely unenjoyable, but it definitely isn’t quite how you planned to spend your evening.
Speaking of dancing, though–if you keep him on the right side of schwasted, he can go all night long. He’s a surprisingly good dancer, too–you’d expect him to be all limbs, but he’s strangely smooth, and has a great sense of rhythm. It also gives him a free pass to hold you as close as he wants, which he loves.
He’s one of the easiest people ever to shop for–partially because he’s just going to love anything that you give him, but also because he has all manner of nerdy interests and a tendency to never shut up about them, so you can always fall back on those. Honestly, though, you can give him just about anything and he’ll love and treasure it.
After he’s all partied out, he just wants to cuddle up with you for an anime marathon on the couch. Some snacks, a soft blanket, one of his favorite shows, and you in his arms… what more could he want?
NSFW
Kiss him silly. He can never get enough of kissing you and holding you close; it’s honestly one of his favorite activities. You’re definitely not arguing, either–he’s a pretty fantastic kisser. Practice makes perfect, after all, and he does kiss you a lot.
He’s generally up for almost anything you’re into, from the most vanilla to the wildly kinky. He just likes being with you, so he’s down for anything you want to try.
If you are in the mood to spice things up a bit, though, tie that boy up. He lives for it, and all the better to shower every inch of him in love–he’s one tall motherfucker, so it’ll take you a while, but it’s oh so worth it. He gets so worked up, and it’s absolutely beautiful. His cheeks flush until they almost match his hair, his back arches off the bed trying to chase any contact…. It’s a sight, and you can’t get enough.
While you’re at it, combine that with some gentle sensation play. Feathers, ribbons, soft leather maybe, but no impact. Just run it softly along his skin, and watch him shiver. Throw in a blindfold and he’ll be a quivering mess–he’s already so sensitive, the blindfold just takes him over the edge.
He’s extremely vocal in bed. If you have roommates, arranging for them to be away for his birthday will make a great present. That way he can fully relax and let loose–and you can enjoy the full repertoire of sounds you can draw out of him. From whines and sweet moans to bafflingly creative curses, you love each and every one.
His dick is like him: long, thin, and a little wonky. You think it’s cute, though–especially the freckles on the side. It suits him perfectly. Oh, and yes, the carpet does match the drapes.
He has almost zero refractory period. Give him maybe five minutes and a quick drink and he’s good to go again.
If you really want him noisy, go down on him. Be ready to hold him still, because he’s a twitchy, squirming mess, but it’s a surefire way to have him screaming in no time.
He also loves experimenting with toys. There are just so many. You don’t mind at all–he’s so beautifully responsive, you’re happy to experiment with him.
He’s also super responsive to p-spot stimulation. He’s so sensitive it’s easy to have him downright sobbing in no time. When he gets overstimulated he goes almost strangely quiet–for him, at least. All he can manage are low whines and choked-off gasps.
All of that said, for his birthday he also loves just sweet, gentle sex. Keep it slow and loving with lots of eye contact, and he just melts. He does have a tendency to get emotional during sex, so don’t be alarmed if he cries–he’s just overwhelmed, but he loves it. Hold him close and kiss his tears away and you’ll have a very happy–if a bit weepy–birthday boy on your hands.
He needs cuddles likes he needs oxygen. This is true literally always, but especially after sex. It’s really intense for him, so he just needs to be held for a while. Comb your fingers through his hair and let him cling to you; it’s super important to him.
I guess it’s Iwaizumi Week here on this blog lol either that OR you all are secretly super in love with Iwa-chan ;D The daughter’s age wasn’t specified, but I hope you like how I imagined this to go down haha Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤
Iwaizumi Hajime:
Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (13)
Maro (Myself) – Twin Son (4)
Reiji (Courteous Child) – Twin Son (4)
It was a madhouse in the Iwaizumi household. A mess was made of the fresh laundry by his oh so precious twin boys, and his daughter wasn’t home from school just yet to help him wrangle them together! It seemed every time he’d catch one, he’d have to struggle or overreach his body’s limitations to catch the other! Doing this would only cause him some muscle pain tomorrow – he wasn’t the spry young man he once was!
“Daddy! Over here! Can’t catch me~!” Then a messy raspberry before Iwaizumi was hurdling over the pile of laundry on the floor – having rashly decided to get his children under control before working to clean up the house.
Probably a poor decision, but a decision nonetheless.
A key in the lock of the front door had Iwaizumi turning to ask his daughter, Kiyomi, to help him grab her brother before the mess got worse. But his request died in his throat when he saw who was walking through the door with his baby girl.
Oikawa Yukio. Holding his daughters hand. Fingers laced. A light blush on his daughters cheeks and a wide smile on the little boys face – an identical one to his fathers, Oikawa Tooru.
A thump and a whine from Maro, Iwaizumi’s son, had Kiyomi looking at her father with identical green eyes, “Daddy! Why’d you drop Maro? You hurt his little head!” She let go of Yukio’s hand before rushing to her baby brother, kissing his forehead and making the four year old wrap his arms around her neck. “Daddy didn’t mean it, baby brother, he’s just being weird.”
“Me, too! Me, too!” Reiji rushed over to his brother and sister, wrapping his own arms around his sisters neck and smiling widely when she pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Boys.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest, the twins looked up at their father curiously – knowing he was about to give them a direct order… That was his daddy voice after all. “Distract your sister…. I have someone to talk to.” Then he was moving towards Yukio, who froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of his uncle practically charging towards him.
Maro and Reiji smiled far too sweetly at their big sister before they went completely limp in her arms, making her struggle to hold herself up as they dangled from her neck and shoulders. “Ah! Maro! Reiji! Cut it out!” Her hands pushed at their holds, trying to free herself – knowing her father would most likely scare off her new boyfriend. Her Yukio.
Yukio stared up at Iwaizumi with wide light brown eyes, identical to his fathers, “Uh… Go-Go-Good Afternoon, Uncle Iwa… H-h-how are y-you?” Unlike his father, Yukio had more sense to be afraid of those much larger than him – and his uncle was a mountain compared to his ant hill.
“Let’s take a walk, Yukio.”
His voice was deep, dark, and almost had a grave tone to it – Yukio wasn’t sure if this would be his last walk ever. He’d known how protective of Kiyomi his uncle was, and he’d known his own father had been praying nonstop for Yukio to gain the courage to ask her out – two forces for opposite causes. An idea sparked his movements, having him shuffle out the front door with Iwaizumi following behind him, and he prayed it would throw the scary father off his trail for even a little bit.
“D-D-Dad told me to ask her out!” Yukio blurted suddenly, and Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt to stop him from running for cover. The young boy was prompted to turn around and face his uncle, who admittedly looked less intimidating in the light of the day. Though, that didn’t stop the fear of the unknown push his heart into overdrive, “D-Dad said we-we looked cute together…”
Now Yukio blushed in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as he stared down at his shoes, feeling a sense of shame for pushing all the blame off on his father. Oikawa had wanted his son to find happiness yes, and yes he did think his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter did look cute together, but to say he’d been the main drive of Yukio asking Kiyomi out…. Was a blasphemous lie.
And Iwaizumi knew it. Oikawa may have a death wish with many things – but pushing his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter together wasn’t one of them. Oikawa had known that was going to happen regardless. And so did Iwaizumi. Hell, he’d known as soon as Oikawa had come to him announcing the discovery of his son in his wife’s womb. It was bound to happen. Fate wanted Iwaizumi and Oikawa to stay together, near each other – together by friendship or by marriage of their children, whichever drew them closest.
But that didn’t mean Iwaizumi was just going to let it pass without a hitch.
Yukio gulped as he continued to stare down at his shoes, feeling his eyes brimming with tears now that he’d lied. Shamefully lied, feeling absolutely awful for pushing it off on his doting father. “Yukio…” The boy practically jumped at the rumbling of his uncle’s voice, but looked up at his familiar green eyes. Iwaizumi sighed and sat down on his porch step, patting the cement next to him, “Come here.” Yukio did as he was told, sitting next to his uncle and hiding his hands between his knees – they were clammy.
Silence held the air between them. Iwaizumi didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know where to start. Yukio was too scared to even look up from his knees. Inside the house, there was yelling and running around – Kiyomi trying to get to the door to make sure her daddy hadn’t ruined her best friend turned boyfriend, but being distracted by her little brothers making more havoc of the house.
“I’m not…. Mad, Yukio.” Iwaizumi broke the silence, feeling his initial rage slowly die down. They were kids. 13 years old. So much more life ahead of them, Iwaizumi was sure they’d drift apart with time. Or grow stronger. “I want you to promise you’ll be careful with her.” It almost pained him to say something so… serious… to a boy he’d personally seen shit his pants when he didn’t get what he wanted as a toddler.
Yukio quickly nodded his head, “Y-Y-Yes, sir! Of course, Uncle… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hur-“
“I’m not done.” The boy shut his mouth, curling his lips inward and chewing on the bottom one – his uncle was terrifying when he wanted to be. “I trust you to not hurt her… Because you know your father wouldn’t tolerate it, either… Of all the snot nose boys she could have picked, against my wishes and hopes…. I guess… I’m kind of okay that she picked you.” It was hard to say, hard to express, how truly thankful Iwaizumi felt about his daughters and Yukio’s new step… Mostly because he had to get over his initial, primal need to protect his offspring from anything and everything.
But he had practically raised Yukio along with Oikawa and his wife. And Oikawa had done the same to Kiyomi and the twins. They were familiar. They were family. The idea of his daughter and Oikawa’s son was much more… welcomed… than the idea of his daughter with some schmo only wanting the worst for her.
“Uncle?” Iwaizumi glanced at Yukio from the corner of his eye, feeling if he looked at the boy any more that he’d get less okay with what was happening. “I’m sorry I lied about Dad…” Yukio hung his head in shame, still feeling awful for his false claims.
Somehow… The shame rolling off Yukio’s shoulders had a comforting effect on Iwaizumi. Made him more comfortable with the idea of this better rounded boy dating his precious daughter. Iwaizumi hummed and patted his ‘nephews’ back, “It’s fine.” And it was. Iwaizumi didn’t feel his initial rage anymore, nor did he feel any negative feelings towards Yukio. Because he knew Yukio may look exactly like his best friend, exactly like Oikawa in every way…
But he wasn’t Oikawa. He wasn’t the pretty, popular, troublesome boy Iwaizumi had gown up with throughout the years.
A loud smashing of glass echoed from the house – and Iwaizumi let out a loud, long sigh before he was standing up from the porch and walking to the front door. “I’m getting too old for this trash. Boys!” All havoc stopped in its place as the twins looked at their father with wide green eyes, waiting for his next order while Kiyomi stopped chasing after them, giving her father an exasperated expression. Iwaizumi chuckled lowly, feeling as if he had a long journey ahead of him with these children of his.
By the time Kiyomi is 13… Iwaizumi is 40 years old – poor old man lol Just thought I’d slide this detail in there for better clarification 🙂
Would give her space and
still watch over her; He would be subtle about it though, so she wouldn’t
notice. He wants her to spread her wings and be independent, but he always
looks out for her;
If he senses something bad
coming her way, he intervenes; Again, he would prefer it if she didn’t notice,
but when it comes to protecting her from harm he doesn’t really care.
Since she is clumsy, he
would try to prevent accidents from happening due to this trait of hers. If she
tries carrying more than she should, he just grabs the things about to fall
before she even takes her first step.
He smiles at her nerdiness;
He thinks it’s endearing and he will bring her little tokens of her favorite
nerdy things – be it anime, books, games, whatever it is. He might tease her at
home, but when he sees something he knows she would enjoy, he would get it
He would also join her if
she were to go for an event; he would worry too much otherwise
Kuroo
Would tease his clumsy
little nerdy sister, maybe playing harmless pranks on her
He would definitely buy
whatever special edition item makes her heart soar and acts like he got it for
himself, satisfied as she pouts and rages
When with other people he
would watch her from afar, and he would notice everything. He would spit out
borderline teasing venomous comments at anyone who tries to flirt with his
sister, because nobody would be good enough for her
If anyone dares calling her
a nerd in an insulting way, Kuroo will be there to scare them; His tall frame
and serious face in combination with his unwavering voice will make anyone pee
their pants and noone calls his sister something negative ever again
Bokuto
Would cherish his sister.
He’d go with her to events full of joy, sharing her excitement for whatever. If
she is a game nerd, he will game with her, if she is into anime, he will watch
with her. Whenever they are at an event, he will take her on his shoulders so
she can see better, bouncing up and down and being quiet excited himself
He would laugh about the
clumsiness and the next thing they know, Bokuto drops his ice cream or stumbles himself; Which has both of them laughing hard
Would boast to others about
his sister. How thoughtful and smart she is, how she may seem all quiet and
shy, but is actually quiet more than just the nerdy thinker she appears to
be
If she cheers for him, he
will get hyped and score a lot more points, just to make her see how amazing
her big brother is
Yui
Would
love her sister dearly just the way she is;
She
keeps trying to intervene if you start overthinking everything; Yui will know
and she will try to take some of your worries away and usually it works
Yui
will always know how to best support you so you can thrive to be the best version
of yourself possible; She will always praise you and help you if you need it
She
will laugh about your clumsiness, it reminds her of a newborn kitten
But
she will always ask if you are alright first – she wouldn’t laugh if you were
hurt, ever;
She wouldn’t mind if you borrowed her clothes – she won’t show it, but seeing you combine her clothing and make them your style is intriguing
She loves to see you grow, your independance amazing as well as a little scary, since you’ll always be her baby sister
Moniwa
Won’t think much about it at all – you are his little sister and he cherishes you
When he realizes you don’t really need anyone to look after you, poor Moniwa feels so lost
Because he can’t help but try to look out for you; He feels the need to protect you from all harm, even if it is your own mind overthinking; But since he knows you, he will find a way to do so in a not-suffocating-manner
Especially since you are clumsy, Moniwa is always trying to help prevent any incidents, worrying about your health and safety
He doesn’t realize you are nerdy until someone points it out to him; And he doesn’t really care then either;
He’ll be an amazing older brother, supporting your nerd-needs, helping you get your hands on rare items
Futakuchi
He will have baby and childhood pictures of you ready for friends or potential s/o when needed – embarrassing ones. Ones right after you tripped, red faced and teary, ones where you are just about to fall, stumbling on your own feet
He will make fun of your clumsiness, but anyone dares joining in, he’ll make them pay
Your nerdy nature is a little weird to him, and he teases you about it too – he may even draw a mustache or pile of poop on your favorite poster when you fight
He’ll be sorry though and he will make it up to you
He acknowledges your independance, that doesn’t mean he won’t always be the cockblocker that he is – be prepared to see potential s/o run, because Futakuchi sure knows how to handle them
He has a way to tease you out of your introspective hole when he feels you are overdoing it
Oikawa
Has to watch out for his
sister 24/7 – he thinks everyone adores her and that nobody can have her,
because she is his wonderful innocent sister.
He is quite nerdy himself,
so to go all out on being a nerd with his sister, he would have so much fun
getting them the same shirts, joining her for conventions or festivals;
If she gets too caught up
in over thinking or even criticizing herself he stops her, noticing the effect
those thoughts have on her immediately – he won’t let herself be trapped in her
own mind.
Other than that he admires that she is more of a thinker, the way she
reflects everything familiar to him, especially since she has a talent to
notice anything in those around her as well
Ushijima
Would not think much of it.
He watches over her, but he doesn’t interfere. He doesn’t comment on her
clumsiness, but it only makes sense for him to try and prevent accidents. So if
she leaves cupboard doors open, he will just close them without a comment.
His direct way of phrasing
things makes her trust him, so when she gets caught up in a loop of self
reflection and such, he snaps her out of it;
A little sister would be
nice in general, but for her to be nerdy is quite something. Ushijima doesn’t
get the hype his sister feels about certain things, but he likes to watch and
listen to her go on and on about it
Terushima
He’d try to make it sound fun, but he is actually a really worried brother because of your clumsy nature
He is always afraid you hurt yourself, but he knows you won’t have him hovering over you, so he cracks jokes and tries to get rid of anything that could lead to you running into it or slipping
The way you reflect on yourself and others, and how you seem to think so much about everything, Teru admires that – and he likes to talk to you about your thoughts and hear your opinion
Daishou
Although he appears to be a tad bit of a brat at times, he is actually a true, gentle and loving big brother one could ask for.
He has a soft spot for her nerdiness – may tease about it just to poke fun but doesn’t mean it to hurt her feelings.
In fact, he would even go buy her a whole load of things of what she likes to help her with completing her collections. He would be a bit tsundere about it, too; but she could still see that happy tug of his lips.
Would wonder how could one be that clumsy – questions it once in a while. Daishou would lightly scold her to be more careful, because, seriously. He is genuinely worried for her well being.
Even with her being quite the independent person she is, he would keep an eye on her. He is protective of her, and is ready to give a punch to the guts if someone ever dared to lay a finger on her innocent self.
Kita
Would wonder where the
clumsiness comes from, but is used to it.
Tries to get rid of any
dangers for her clumsiness to take form, but fails because she would still find
things to bump into or throw over
He would take her nerdy
nature as it is, it is a given to him and he doesn’t mind.
(Free hugs anon) Ugh wait. Sorry. I thought you take three characters per ask. I really want some fluff with Asahi so you can choose between Kuroo and Bokuto. Sorry agaaaain 🙈
It’s alright, Nonnie. No harm done. I’ve decided to go with Bokuto along with Asahi because I have a tendency to go with Kuroo for most requests and Bokuto needs some love from this admin.
I hope you enjoy!
~ Admin Wendy
Azumane Asahi
It was all Noya’s idea.
He said he needed to be more outgoing and less of a wimp. This was how Asahi ended up walking around a concert venue with a “Free Hugs” sign.
Of course he wasn’t afraid of hugging people… it was just the “People” part that scared him. What if they were afraid of his “delinquent” look, like most people were? What if they found him to be scary and called the police on him?
The more he questioned the “what ifs” he began freaking out internally. I just wanna go home, he thought as he saw quite a few people whispering to their friends and looking at him strangely. This was going to be one of the last times he listened to Noya’s advice.
Caught up in his own mind he didn’t see a small human walk up in front of him.
“ Can..can I have a hug?”
It was that voice that snapped him out of his head. Looking down he found a nervous looking girl.
“ Of- of course you can,” he stuttered. Asahi opened his arms to give her a hug. He could feel her body heat as she came into contact with him.
They stayed like that for a bit. It was a calming feeling. Their hug came to an end as the concert ticket holders began going into the venue.
“ Hey, do you mind if I can see you agian?” the girl inquired.
Taken aback, all he could do was nodded as she gave him her number. Watching her back retreat into the crowd of spectators he smiled to himself.
Maybe Noya did know a thing or two about people.
Bokuto Koutaro
Kuroo.
It always came back to that sneaky cat.
This time the dare was to go to a concert and hold up a free hugs sign without being evicted from the premise.
So here he was. Going around the crowd and giving out free hugs. He’d already been there for a couple of hours and a lot of girls came up and asked for hugs. It was really strange how other guys just sort of gave him a nasty look.
The concert was about to begin in half an hour and it was about time to wrap up his rounds for the day. He’d get rooster head back for this, just you wait Kuroo!
About to leave he was surprised when a voice behind him yelled, “ HEY! WAIT! I WANNA FREE HUG!”
Turning around he felt someone crash into him and wrap their arms around him. He instinctively put his arms around them to brace them from the impact of running into him.
He saw a face look up at him. Their eyes were startling.
When they broke apart the girl began to speak, “ Thanks for waiting. That was really fun!” Smiling brightly as she ended her sentence.
Bokuto couldn’t help but get caught up in her rhythm. Smiling as brightly as she was he replied, “ It was! Do you wanna go meet again?”
Somehow that question just came out of his mouth. He didn’t know why but he wanted to see her and her infectious personality again.
They quickly exchanged numbers before she went off to the concert.
This was certainly a dare that would come to backfire on Kuroo.
I’d like the Soulmate AU where you can only see in black and white until you touch your soulmate (Since I like to draw I have the idea that in this AU I’m never able to add colour because I can only see in black and white!)
I’ve sent in a matchup before but here is a brief description: I’m a very quiet and timid but also cheerful person who daydreams lots so I seem distracted most of the time! I love animals and I hope to be a veterinary nurse or work at an Animal rescue! I’m shy with physical affection but I do like it and I love cuddles!
I think what is most important in a person is consideration of others emotions (I’m easily affected by words so it’s a lil personal ^-^’)
I’m not up to date with the manga yet.
Hello dear,
Thank you so much for this request. You sound like such a lovely person, and it was a lot of fun to make you meet your soulmate. We hope you enjoy!!!
Maybe a little more here… lifting your pencil to the spot, you started to up the contrast, fill in darker shadows. You were so focused on your sketch, you didn’t notice the time slip by. Every so often you kept sneaking glances up at your favorite model, sitting with his cup of hot chocolate and laughing wholeheartedly.
His dog’s giant fluffy head lay on his lap, undisturbed by all the laughing and it made for a serene picture. You couldn’t pass on the opportunity to save this image for later indulgence. Your sketchbook was already filled with the mystery man. You kept bumping into him at the most random places and you figured he must live in the neighborhood.
At first, you justified your doodles by the need to practice. Drawing people was tough and he had really prominent facial features. His boisterous laugh somehow transferred into his face, transforming it into something that was so fascinating, it made you itch to draw him, capture this infectious happy man and his beautifully fluffy dog.
But soon it was more than that – your hand moved without a thought every time you saw him.
Of course you also had a lot of pages filled with his dog. It was a fluffy dark giant who seemed so calm in contrast to his human, their contrast complimenting each other perfectly. Once again you wished to see color so bad – with every sketch your curiosity grew, wondering about the effect colors would have on your drawings, on your perception.
The beep of your phone brought you back to reality.
>> Where are you?
Cursing you glanced at the time. You stood up, swiping everything into your bag and leaving a bill to cover your coffee and cake, yelling a quick sorry over your shoulder before you started running.
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With a loud sigh of relief you made it to class and you plopped down in your usual seat, letting your bag fall to the ground with a bang. Trying to catch your breath you heard your friend giggle, giving you a thumbs up. “You made it! What have you been working on? Been lost in the eyes of mystery man again?”
Sticking out your tongue and blushing slightly, you couldn’t help your small smile. She was always cheering for you, curious about the art you created and it made you so happy, thankful to have the support of your friend. It hyped you up, seeing her so eager for a peek at your works. Even her teasing was full of encouragement.
Picking your bag back up again you rummaged through its messy contents only to realize that your sketchbook wasn’t there. You checked, again and again, until you spilled everything out on your table – but nothing.
Damn… you must have left it at the Cafe. It must have dropped without you noticing. You felt the urge to get up and get back there, afraid of someone else picking it up and looking through it. That could certainly be embarrassing. But your teacher was already standing in front, waiting for everyone to be quiet and start his lecture.
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As soon as the bell rang you sprang up, running out with a quickly shouted apology to your friend. You went back to the Café, looking everywhere, asking the staff – but noone has seen your sketchbook.
You felt like screaming as you left, letting your head hang heavy, not bothering to look where you went. Mumbling to yourself, angry at everything. You almost fell over a dark fluffy mountain.
Your heart almost stopped as you recognized the dog standing in front of you. He sniffed at you and decided you were trustworthy enough to let him pet you. So he nudged at your hand and you chuckled, obliging happily.
“Hey there handsome” you whispered, scratching his head. His tongue lashed out, licking you across the face. “So charming” you laughed, patting his head some more for good measure. “Where is your human?” you asked and he cocked his head, giving you a deep “Wooof”.
“He seems to like you” an amused voice said behind you.
You felt your face turn beet red. You knew whose voice that was. Hell, you even knew whose dog this was. But somehow it didn’t register until then. You stood, turning slowly, giving mystery man a shy smile.
“He is quiet the charmer himself.”
Looking at the man in front of you, you studied his bright smile, his wide eyes, his unusual hairstyle. You wondered once again what he would look like in colors, itching to draw him.
“Bunny!!!!” Your friend waved at you from across the street and you excused yourself, gone before he could even reply. You prayed he didn’t notice how your heart was trying to jump out of your chest to leap at him as you crossed the street to meet your friend.
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“Was that mystery man?” your friend whispered, nudging your side.
“Shuuush!! What if he hears you?” you were walking fast, somehow embarrassed about what just happened.
Even though nothing happened.
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“Ah, now she is gone again” he whispered in awe, looking after you.
The black dog’s ears twitched and he stared, somehow disbelieving.
“Come on, don’t look at me like that Kuroo. She was gone before I could have said anything”
Kuroo huffed, turning his head to look in the direction you ran off to.
“You act like human Kuroo more and more each day, you know?” the man laughed, patting his companions head before continuing on their way.
“I’ll tell her next time for sure.”
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You felt so lost without your sketchbook. It wasn’t like you didn’t have a spare one – but you collected so many doodles, each holding a memory and you were deeply upset about losing it. It didn’t matter that they were still just sketches, not yet colored in because.. well. You didn’t see colors.
Those drawings meant a lot to you. This sucks. You rolled around on your bed, trying to think about something else. But somehow all your mind could come up with was todays encounter. The way you fled the scene so fast was making you flush in embarrassment now. What were you thinking?
You felt your cat coming to join you, jumping on the bed silently. Tiny paws made their way over to you, looking for a comfortable place to curl up on. She decided your chest was as good a spot as any, and she flopped down, encouraged by your coos and pats, purring softly in response.
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Not daring to go to the Café this morning, you opted for buying some scones to go and made yourself comfortable on a bench at the nearby park.
Looking around, you enjoyed the slight breeze, feeling the itch to capture this moment. Before you could even think about getting out your spare sketchbook though something jumped at you, licking at your face eagerly.
Laughing, your hands buried in soft dark fur, you didn’t mind, didn’t even try to fight him off.
“Good morning” that voice again, so soft and velvety.
Looking up you smiled, still shy. “Good morning” you responded, barely above a whisper.
“I meant to tell you yesterday, but you ran off so fast…” he trailed off, laughing a little. His laugh was infectious and it made you want to lift a hand to his cheek in fascination, touch his lips to see how they felt.
“I found your sketchbook” he shifted, unsure of what to do. “I… saw it in the Café the other day, sprawled on the floor and I.. I went to pick it up. You were already gone and I took it so I could give it back to you…”
Your eyes widened, as did your smile. “Really? You are a lifesaver!” You could have jumped up and kissed him right then and there. Until you realized that if he took a look through that sketchbook, he’d think you are a crazy stalker. Oh oh… Your heart dropped, sweat breaking out everywhere.
A smile spread across his face at your words, while his hands fumbled your sketchbook out of his bag.
When you reached for it, your hand grazed his and it was like you were struck by lightning. You felt weak, stars exploding behind your eyes. You wobbled, flopping back down on the bench. It barely registered that his dog started barking, jumping in circles happily. You didn’t notice how mystery boy leaned forward, his arm supporting him so he could keep upright.
Both of you blinked a couple of more times, and the first thing you saw when your eyes could focus again were eyes of pure gold. You didn’t know the name of that color yet, all you knew was that it was beautiful. Mesmerizing. Fitting the person in front of you perfectly. You stared in wonder, your hand lifting to touch his cheek on its own accord.
These two babes, who I love, asked for Tendou… so HERE IT IS. MY BABY, ONE AND ONLY, TENDO SATORI ANALYSIS !!!
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Tendou Satori Analysis.
Tendou isn’t much of a complex character, but he is one of the most tridimensional characters in the Haikyuu universe.
What is a tridimensional character?
A tridimensional character is one who displays his vices and virtues, pros and cons, equally making him more humane than a caricature.
At first, Tendou is presented as a cheerful character and kind of a jokester. He might be a normal character but from the very start thanks to the way he talks and they he looks, you can tell there’s something odd with the character, something different from the other ones. This cheerful attitude I call it “The First Layer.”
Tendou has an “alter ego” that I would like to refer to it as “The Second Layer.”
Then, inside those two layers is the center of Tendou, who he really is.
I’ll break down each of them. And a small disclaimer: Just because I’m naming his personality traits layers doesn’t mean they are facades he puts on. I’m trying to explain the character from its most basic traits and getting deeper into the character, and this seemed the best way to lead the analysis.
FIRST LAYER,
His good side and I think one of the most important parts of this character.
He’s cheerful and teases his friends often. You can see that he unwraps perfectly among his peers, which is a surprising layer given the backstory he has. Tendou was insulted, if not bullied, when he was only a child. In middle school he wasn’t much bullied, but he still was told his ways were wrong.He wasn’t doing things like he was supposed to, and he didn’t look like he supposed to. People still rejected him.
This type of constant reminder can damage someone mentally and emotional in many ways, that’s when the second layers comes in but we’ll talk about it later in this post.
Still, at the same time this is why Tendo is able to open up in Shiratorizawa. In many instances in the anime we can see how opposite are the opinions of the people of his past against the ones Shiratorizawa has of him.
For instance:
In episode 7, season 3, one of the flashbacks we see, he is in middle school and the coach tells him to stop block-guessing. Tendou argues saying that his guess-block does work, why would he stop doing it?
The coach answers the same way everyone has answered him so far: “YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BE RIGHT ALL THE TIME” aka “YOU’RE WRONG.”
Later in the match vs Karasuno, in episode 8 Coach Washijou yells at him. “SATORI, STICK YOUR HANDS UP. I DON’T CARE IF YOUR GUESS ENDS UP WRONG, I PUT YOU IN THERE KNOWING DAMN WELL THAT MIGHT BE A POSSIBILITY.”
He’s practically telling Tendou. “You might be wrong but as long as you try to score, it’s okay.”
That’s why Tendou, even with his past, is so trusting and friendly with his team. It’s the first time in his life where he feels accepted.
Between those same episodes Semi says that only Tendou can talk so cheerfully to Ushiwaka. It is because he feels like he belongs. He feels comfortable with who he is and in its own skin for the very first time.
And specially, his alter ego, his second layer, is also well received.
SECOND LAYER
When we see Tendo’s childhood flashback, we see that he found out satisfaction in having power over the people who used to bully him. Volleyball gave him some confidence in himself, made him feel he had the upper hand in something.
For Tendo volleyball became the place where he could have the upper hand and he wasn’t afraid to retaliate. It became his safe heaven, and when his general “sadistic” persona was accepted, it was like a dream come true for him.
And even when he grows up and he has somehow managed to get over those past traumas, he’s still on edge when it comes to new people. He created that alter ego when he was young, and it would be too difficult for him to just stop being like that. He was too young and that small twinge of rejection will look back at him every time he sees his reflection, so he won’t stop.
This attitude is what makes Tendo so human to me. This ego was created cause of his fear, of his, probably, self-hatred. This is a mechanism he uses to protect himself. Being called the “guess monster” It’s both a blessing and a curse. In high school he became someone important for his school. He isn’t just a freak. He is Tendo The Guess Monster Satori. He is someone people recognize and respect. And he likes that power. But that power doesn’t define him… that power is the why volleyball started being his paradise as he stated.
When Karasuno wins, Satori says “Goodbye my paradise.” And then he tells Wakatoshi he will quit volleyball.
Here comes THE CENTER of Tendo Satori, who he really is:
When Tendo said “Goodbye my paradise” after they lost… was because he knew deep inside he wouldn’t find any place like Shiratorizawa again. He knows how the world outside of this paradise is, and he knows it isn’t pretty.
He dind’t play volleyball for the glory… He first played volleyball for power, because people finally respected him, at the end of high school Tendou kept playing because he felt like he belonged in that court with Ushiwaka, with Semi, with Reon… Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team was his safe heaven, not only volleyball. Volleyball granted him that home, but it stopped being all about volleyball and power. It was about the people who accepted him.
At the end you can see that Tendou is an insightful guy. He knows that now that he will graduate high school, he won’t be in that home anymore, and so volleyball isn’t worth it anymore. He tells Ushiwaka he will say how they were best friends because Tendo will always cherish that time of his life because it showed him how to openly be himself…
He’s someone who cares for other people. Not only a monster who you need to be afraid of, as he was in both primary and middle school. Tendo encourages his teammates and feels proud of them when they overcome their problems. When Shirabu got scolded by Washijo because he messed up the toss (the one when Tsukishima blocked Ushiwaka) he slapped himself, and after being surprised, Tendou smiles with a small chuckle…
Tendo is a soft, insightful boy who not only sees but to truly observes the world around him. He had gone to nationals at least once, he has seen what’s out there. And he knows there will be nothing like Shiratorizawa again, and he doesn’t want another Shiratorizawa.
He liked power because he didn’t like to be abused.
He’s human and he did what he had to do to protect himself.
But on the inside, Tendo is caring. Tendo only wanted to belong. Shiratorizawa thought him he wasn’t nearly as bad as he believed, because he isn’t. He is kind to others outside of the court. He knows volleyball is only a game. To lose wasn’t painful for him, what was truly painful was to know he was going to leave the team. There wasn’t going to be another time, but either way, his time was already coming to an end.
And by accepting that, it means he has come to terms with who he is, and he knows he will probably be fine out there.
He’s flawed, he has his ups and downs, and that makes him a complete character for me.
Very solid analysis Bunny! I think you hit every nail on the head.
I haven’t written a lot for Tendo but your post definitely makes me want to try again because he is so multilateral (that’s what makes him a challenge to write at least for me because there is so much to who he is).
ASK: a fluffy scenario with Noya “Hi, we’re assigned as partners” please!
Nishinoya could feel himself staring but he just couldn’t help it. You were too cute not to look! His eyes, soft but focused, gazed at the back of your head as the teacher’s voice filled the room, though he couldn’t hear the words properly, so distracted by you.
“Nishinoya-kun?”
Your voice, coupled with the fact you were now looking at him, almost made him fall out of his chair.
Were you bothered by his staring? Upset he had the gall to look at you? No, you had a small smile on your face, a little confusion maybe at his mouth gaping open as he tried to find words. Were…were you going to confess? Were all his dreams going to come true in this-
“I…I think you spaced out there a bit. We’re assigned as partners for this project. Do…do you want to figure out a time to get together and plan it out?”
Nishinoya blinked, swallowed, finally found his voice. “That sounds great, _____!” He knew he was being too loud, but at least he was known for that.
It may not have been a confession, but at least he would be spending more time with you. Which would hopefully give him the courage to make his own.
ASK; 44. “I think I’m pregnant.” with ushiwaka and fem s/o scenario pls? Thankss
Ushijima’s brow furrowed deeply as he listened to the retching coming through the bathroom door. This was the third day in a row you’d run straight to it and emptied what little contents your stomach held. Large hands raked through short cropped hair. He was getting ready to leave for a couple weeks, an away tournament with his team but he was seriously considering telling them to go without him. He couldn’t leave you like this!
Not that he was doing much to begin with but he felt unsettled at the idea of leaving his wife when she was so ill.
The door opened, revealing a very pale _______.
He stood, hurrying to her side to offer assistance. “Are you ok?” he asked.
She smiled weakly. “Not sure, must have caught something.” She frowned up at him as he helped lay her back down on the bed and tucked the covers to her chin. “Shouldn’t you be packing?”
He huffed. “I think I’m going to tell them I can’t make it.”
She sat up quickly, eyes wide. “Wakatoshi, you can’t do that! You’re the vice captain! How would that look if-”
Her words cut off in a gag, body flying back towards the bathroom, her face barely making it to its target of the toilet bowl where she dry heaved. This time he was there, gathering her hair and rubbing her back. “I’m not leaving you like this,” he mumbled when she collapsed into his arms, a heap of exhaustion.
“I’m fine, Toshi,” she insisted. “Plus if this is something really bad, I don’t want you to catch it. Go and take care of your team, I’ll be back to normal in no time.”
He scowled but didn’t want to cause her further distress by continuing to argue.
After helping her back into bed once more, he made way to pack. As he zipped up his bag, he noticed she was looking at her phone with a furrowed brow.
“Something the matter?” he asked taking a seat next to her.
She turned, eyes a bit hazy and he wondered if she was starting to get a fever when she blurted out, “I think I’m pregnant.”
He blinked. “What?”
She held up her phone which he took, eyes scanning over the text on the screen; symptoms. Symptoms of pregnancy. Suddenly his own stomach felt a bit queasy.
But he pushed the feeling down, instead drawing his own phone from his pocket. He hit a few buttons, the sound of his captain’s voice coming over the line in a surprised greeting; Ushijima did not often call people.
“I’m going to be late,” the ace said simply. “I may not be there at all, there’s something ______ and I need to take care of.”
Needless to say, the male on the other end of the line was shocked but simply wished them luck in whatever it was they were dealing with and to keep him posted. Ushijima nodded despite him not being able to see it and ended the call.
Turning back to his wife he smiled faintly. “Call the doctor, let’s see if you’re right.”
Hitoka could only bow down politely, feeling a bit solemn and a tad irritated. The first time it happened she was so nervous and embarrassed, shocked in fact.
But after ten times the novelty of it wore off and now she can fully understand her beloved Kiyoko-senpai and how she handled everything with out a bat of an eye lash.
She was too used to it for her own good she realized.
“I’m sorry,” she said coolly, a bit of edge in her voice as her classmate looked her confidently in the eye, “I can’t go out with you.”
His jaw dropped as he watched Hitoka walk calmly away, not giving him a reason for her answer because in reality she didn’t have to. Also she had to get the Volleyball team some towels and she was in a rush.
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