ugh yes, i love this boi. he’s my son. he’s so freaking cute UGH PROTECT HIM. i hope you enjoy :3 btw this starts out kinda sad but i PROMISE IT GETS CUTE. alSO IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG :)))
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).
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“What a cute
tattoo!” your seat neighbor whispered in class. It wasn’t the first time
someone complemented you on your soulmate tattoo. A panda bear, just on the
back of your hand, between wrist and thumb at the edge to your palm. It was
delicate, yet the panda itself looked sturdy and cute.
“Thank you” you
smiled. It looked complete to you, and you kept wondering what that was saying
about your soulmate. Your friends usually had a part of an image, just the hint
of an animal, an object, something. But your panda, he didn’t look like he was
missing anything.
You tried
concentrating on class but failed, your mind wandering back to your tattoo, your
eyes skimming the classroom. It was such an obvious place, but you still had no
idea who your soulmate could be.
~
“Hey Blue” a
familiar voice, footsteps to indicate someone was rushing to catch you. “Are
you ready for our last show tonight?” Your friend caught up to you, grinning
widely. “It’s so bittersweet, don’t you think?”
You nodded,
your heart heavy. “It is weird, to think that this is our last show together.
We will all graduate soon.”
The show your
musical group came up with was a lot of fun for you. You loved doing the
lights, loved how warm and cold light affected the scenery, how you could
affect where the eyes of your audience shifted to with just the right accents.
It was a rewarding task and you got to see your group perform, enjoying how
they gave it their all on stage.
“Do you think
the beauty and the giant will be there again, watching? They’ve been to all the
shows so far. Do you think they are crushing on one of the actors?” your friend
nudged your side when you didn’t reply immediately.
Your eyes
wandered to said giant, standing in front of his locker. His friend was talking
to him nonstop, but he didn’t seem to mind.
“Who knows?
Maybe they just want to show their support” and you smiled softly looking away
right when his eyes landed on you, a slight blush creeping on his face as he watched you passing him.
~
When the
curtains fell and everything was done, almost all of you sniffled, cried and
laughed backstage. None of you could believe it was over, and there was a lot
of hugging and pats on backs going on.
After packing
up, you helped your friend loading a couple of things into storage before going
home. You didn’t talk much, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Both of you
were content, enjoying the silence.
“Do you need a
hand?” You turned slightly. Ah. The “beauty” and his “giant friend”. You didn’t know much about
either of them, other than that they played volleyball for your high school team and were
apparently pretty good at it. You’ve been to a couple of games before, but
not these last weeks. It has been busy with the musical and all.
“Sure!” Your
friend replied and both boys made quick work of all the heavy stage gear.
“It was a good
last show. Very intriguing. I’m Futakuchi Kenji by the way. And this is my
friend Aone Takanobu.”
Aone bowed and
you weren’t completely sure, but it felt like he was only looking at you.
“Are you guys
coming to our game tomorrow?” Futakuchi asked after your friend made your
introductions.
“Of course we
are! We wouldn’t miss it!” Your friend nodded, hyped since the last game you
two watched was ages ago.
“Sure” you
added, barely above a whisper, but loud enough to reach Aones ears.
~
With a sigh you
plopped down on your bed after this long day, eyes feeling a little too dry from all the crying, but
your heart was warm and full. You lifted your hand, spreading your fingers to
study the little panda again.
Does this mean he is a big cuddly
panda? Chuckling, you pulled your hand to
your heart. I sure hope so.
Aone Takanobu.
The image of him shot through your mind, his white hair and big eyes, his tall
frame. He was probably an amazing cuddler… and he kinda looked like a bear too.
Giggling, you shook your
head. What were you thinking? You turned, burying your
face in the soft pillow.
~
The game was
amazing. Your school team was even better than you remembered. Their huge baby setter had improved, got used to
playing with the team. He was a second year now, and he was finally growing into the role of
a playmaker. His hairstyle was still the same bird-ish one though.
They won by a
landslide and even though this was just a practice match, you cheered, loud and proud.
It was a good match and it made you itch to watch more. Which only reminded you that school was almost over. That this team would soon disband as well..
“Should we wait
for them?” Your friend asked, breaking into your thoughts, face flushed from all the cheering and yelling.
“I guess that
is the polite thing to do. We need to congratulate them as well” you said,
blushing when you saw Aone slip out of the locker room.
He came to
stand in front of you and just stared into your eyes. You gulped, head turning
to give your friend a questioning look. But she wasn’t there. It seemed you were alone.
With Aone.
“Great game”
your heart beat faster. What was going on? Why did this feel so… intense?
“Thanks” his
deep voice a low and pleasant rumble. “I noticed your tattoo.”
You lifted your
hand, examining the little panda with a warm smile.
“It matches mine” He spoke this quietly, shifting only slightly, barely noticeable. He, too, was nervous.
The words made
your heart stop and you looked up, mouth dropping open slightly at seeing Aones pink face. He held out
his hand, showing you his tattoo. The same sport as yours, just on his other
hand. A panda, slightly smaller, a tiny blue bow at its ear.
You couldn’t
say anything. You felt like you forgot every word you have ever known, glad for
your body to keep breathing on its own. His tattoo looked complete too, only that the pandas hand was slightly lifted upwards.
“Huh…” you
said, your eyes fixed on his tattoo as you lifted your hand to see. But it didn’t
seem like they fit…
“Is it okay if
I..?”
You nodded, not
even waiting for him to finish his question. Your mouth felt dry, your heartbeat
drowned everything out.
Aone took your
hand in his gently, his fingers intertwining with yours, tugging a little to make you move to
his side.
Oh.
Two Pandas.
Holding hands. Now complete.
You smiled up, your
eyes huge and glistening. Your heart filling with warmth at his loving gaze.
“yet the panda itself looked sturdy and cute.”- This description made me giggle.
Beauty and the giant , so so funny! I couldn’t figure out who the beauty was at first but when it turns out to be Kenji that’s too perfect!
“Does this mean he is a big cuddly panda” – yes! Aone is such a cuddly panda! Too cute!
Hi sweetie! I’m doing alright! Thanks for asking ^^ Of course I can write this for you 😀
Aomine: “You could’ve said something, ____..”
You grunt, staring down at your ankle, that’s now throbbing and swelling at a fast pace… Seriously, how are you such a klutz?
“I didn’t think it would get this bad.. I felt a bit…. Off during the last defense… but I didn’t think it was a big deal…”
It makes him think of Kise, and how he overworked himself without letting anyone know… And that irks him.
“You’re not one of us _____. You can’t just push yourself because you don’t want to lose..”
Wait. He did not just say that…
You look up at him, since you couldn’t hold your weight anymore and just sat on the ground, casting him the best glare you could, despite the pain.
“I….. I didn’t push myself because I didn’t want to lose!” you hiss, watching his face for any reaction, “I did it so you’d have fun… because you’ve been saying the only time you have fun is when you play any of the miracles..”
You look at your hand, biting your lip.
“I just want to make you happy.”
Those words, spoken softly and twinged with pain, make Aomine feel guilty.. You looked so much smaller, so defenseless, and his urge to protect only grew stronger.. He let out a sigh, bending down to your level and placed a soft kiss to your forehead.
“____, you DO make me happy… Showing interest in basketball is all I could ask for…” he hadn’t expected to learn you were a good player, despite not being gifted like him, “You don’t have to push yourself for my sake…”
He picks you up, before gently placing you on his back, mindful of your ankle.
“We should get it looked at… And our one-on-ones will be on hold for a while…”
You nod, burying your face in his neck as you wrap your arms around him. God, you feel stupid, thinking you could never make him happy.. A smile curls on your lips.
“….Thank you Daiki…”
He tries to not blush at the tone in your voice, clearing his throat awkwardly.
“I..I don’t know why you’re thanking me ____…” he mutters, “I’m the one who hurt you..”
You just shake your head, holding onto him tighter, “Don’t ask.. Just help me to the doctor’s, would you?”
He complies, still wondering why you’d thank him instead of yelling at him for being reckless.
Kise: He’d never seen so much blood.
There you sat, holding your nose, as red gushed from it like a waterfall. He was too focused on the one-on-one, he forgot just how strong he could be.. As he moved to dodge, his elbow smashed into your face, and everything just stopped.
The ball now laid on the ground, forgotten, as he bent in front of you, cupping your cheek.
“Shit… I’m sorry ____-cchi…”
You make a noise, whether it was a grunt or whine, you don’t know, but you open one eye, looking at his worried hues… Why is he so cute?
You hear a rip, and you find a piece of cloth replacing your hand, only to realize it’s part of his shirt.. O..Oh.. He helps you clean your hand of the blood, and he helps you to the bench, where he grabs some water and helps you drink it.
“Let me know if you need to see the doctor… I can take you there..”
All you can do is smile, because it still hasn’t dawned on you that Kise went from being a wild beast, to a gentle and worried teen.. And seeing him so kind and caring, despite the circumstances, is something you’ll never get tired of..
“That was your favourite shirt…”
He blinks, wondering where that nonsense came from, and cups your cheek once more.
“You’re my favourite person, ____… I can always replace the shirt, but I can’t replace you.”
You laugh, only to wince because the pain was too much, and you let out a frustrated sigh.
“We should go to the doctor, Ryouta.. I need to make sure you didn’t break my nose…”
He just nods, grabbing all your things, before carrying you in his arms. He adjusts your head to rest against his shoulder, making sure you have a good grip on the cloth.
“Just relax… I’ll get you there in one piece.”
These were so perfect! I can totally see both of them doing exactly as you described!
[Rules are not visible when you’re on mobile (also because I didn’t put a link in my description), but Admin Jade is fine with our Karasuno third years!]
Sawamura:
Sawamura would try to raise his and his partner’s puppy early on, scolding it calmly whenever it accidentally peed on the floor or chewed up one of his shoes
At first he wouldn’t agree to it sleeping in their bed, but he would slowly come to accept it, after feeling it curled up on his side every single morning
He would probably take naps with the dog sleeping on his belly, and even though he would sometimes struggle to breath with each month of the puppy growing, he certainly wouldn’t want to miss it
Sugawara:
Sugawara wouldn’t mind getting something more exotic, agreeing with his partner that a parrot would make quite the interesting pet
Upon discovering that their pet had the talent to repeat certain sentences almost too perfectly, he would start teaching it different phrases -> he would mainly focus on compliments aimed at his partner and whenever the bird, sitting on his shoulder, repeated that his partner looked stunning, a cheeky grin would pull up the corners of his mouth
Sugawara also wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter whenever the parrot left a poopy souvenir on Daichi’s back
Asahi:
He would agree that perhaps starting with something small was a good idea, since he would worry a lot about not being able to care for it properly
Asahi would let his partner choose one of the many hamsters in a pet shop and would fight the urge to grip the fabric of the shirt covering his chest when his partner showed him the fluffball that was their child now
His hands would always get shaky and sweaty whenever he would hold the hamster and once it started licking his palm and looking at him with its big, dark eyes, Asahi would probably feel like he had been blessed by God himself
These are adorable!!! I loved Asahi’s so much! Thank you!
Anonymous said: Can I request Kuroko spending Christmas with his s/o, being cute, baking, Making/going to dinner, gift exchange, snuggling? Something Fluffy cute like that? Have great holidays!
Combining with the above, though it is not exactly the same, but I’m going with the general fluff + Christmas route so why not!
No gender-specific pronouns used. I think. Tell me if I missed something!
The Christmas playlist has stopped playing in the background for a while now, leaving you and Kuroko sitting on the couch in the living room in silence. He is idyllically stroking a scarf—a Christmas gift from you that he just opened some ten minutes ago—quietly admiring the deep steel blue color that matches his eyes. You are watching him, happy with the fact that he seems to enjoy your gift a lot, while your fingers subconsciously twiddle the necklace and locket—his gift to you.
“Nigou is being weirdly lazy,” you murmur the announcement, glancing at the pup sitting near your feet. He is snuggled comfortably under a blanket and he looks so angelic with that sleeping face… “If my phone weren’t in the bedroom, I would take so many pictures.”
Kuroko chuckles, bending down to pet his companion before leaning back against the couch as he immediately hooks an arm around your shoulder. A very dominant move that he never shows in public, but not that you mind his private nature. In fact, it makes you feel bubbly with excitement knowing that he reserves this secret side of him only for you. You smile when you rest against his chest. He hums, kissing the top of your head.
“How much longer, __________-san?”
“Any minute now. I can already smell it,” you reply lazily, looking around the room as if the scent were visible. He breathes in and lets out a pleasant sigh in return—you are right, and it smells divine. Nigou seems to perk up at the intensity invading his senses, and the pup trots toward the kitchen even without any indication of the dish being ready.
When the oven dings, you groan, struggling to get out of your very comfortable position with your boyfriend. He pulls at your hand to keep you close even as the two of you walk to the kitchen nearby, Nigou already sitting diligently in front of the oven.
“Someone’s eager,” you remark snidely, only to earn a yip from the excited pup. He lolls out his tongue, panting, and the display of his excitement becomes greater and greater once you open the oven and take out the tray. The once sleepy canine is now running in circles, more than ready to take a bit of what’s bakin.
“D’ya smell that bacon, boy,” you whisper, face close to the baked potatoes with cheese and bacon. “Heavenly.”
“Indeed,” Kuroko chimes in. You can tell he’s secretly inhaling the seductive scent of food, but he failed—you see his nostrils twitching just a tiny bit. With an amused chuckle, you grab cutlery and plates to serve the dish. Kuroko fishes out the deliberately huge chunks of bacon and hands them out to Nigou, who is eagerly eating out of the tips of his owner’s fingers.
You are sitting, fork clinking against the plate while Kuroko turns the speaker in the living room back on, and soft ambient music plays the second he taps on his phone.
“Are you planning on trapping me inside the house for the rest of the day?” You teasingly ask, “this playlist just makes me want to curl up into a cocoon and stay home for at least a week.” Kuroko chuckles at your exaggeration, though he accepts the coziness of his music of choice as compliment.
“Maybe I am,” he retorts before taking a bite of bacon. Nigou paws at his leg asking for more.
You look at him with a mix of shock and amusement in your eyes. His are twinkling in impish mischief, something you rarely see from your boyfriend. You chuckle before surrendering with a shrug.
“Not that I mind, as long as I’m staying home with you.”
He smiles, reaching for your idle hand on the table to kiss it.
Haha I should have known this would come back to haunt me!
Okay, so canonically, the managaka has said that the anime
made Kise a little too ‘soft and nice’ at least that’s what he said according
to the wiki page. But even in the anime you can see hints of his not so
sweet, cheerful and silly side.
I headcanon that he has two sides to him – his bubbly,
cheerful side that is excitable, loud and friendly – then his cold, arrogant
side. We should remember that Kise fit in with the other five really
well, he went along with their terrible attitude and was literally one of them
on that front. He’s cold to people he doesn’t know or acknowledge,
sometimes straight out ignoring them (remember how he was with Kagami at
first? And how he came to get Kuroko because he was being ‘wasted’ on
Seirin, who he refused to acknowledge.)
This dual-facetted personality forms the basis of my
assertion that he’s yandere. He’s a different kind of yandere than the
other two characters that could, arguably, be called so – Akashi and
Murasakibara. Akashi is, I believe, 100% canonically yandere, Murachin is
so by virtue of his jealous and possessive nature. Kise is the smiley
kind of yandere, the one that is warm and affectionate towards you outwardly,
while inwardly thinking that you belong to him and that if you ever try to
leave him he’ll lock you in a cage.
Ironic, because he wants to be ‘free’. Pretty much, I
think he’s the type that wants to be free himself, but doesn’t want you to be
so. Whereas Akashi is possessive, but not jealous, he’s possessive because
he’s jealous. He wants you to look only at him and be the star that you
revolve around.
It’s important to keep in mind that yandere does not
mean psychotic, and that characters can have yandere traits without being “I’m
going to murder you for looking at my s/o.” They can be
violent, but they usually aren’t, and it’s a character type that exists on a
spectrum, which becomes clear to anyone who’s ever played otome games.
Kise is the needy-type yandere. He loves you, and is hella
affectionate, unafraid to show his affection in public. But he is kind of
controlling about your affections, because he wants them all for himself.
He’s selfish, inherently, which is the main factor in his yandere.
His yandere mostly only comes out when he’s angry, like his
frozen side, or someone has threatened him or you in some way. Sometimes
it’s ridiculous, other times it’s understandable. Like his cheerfulness,
this side of him is overabundant and a little forceful.
For anyone whose ever played Samurai Love Ballad Party, I
see Kise as the same kind of yandere as Uesugi Kenshin – sweet and a little
airheaded outwardly, but possessive and controlling inwardly.
Oh man, at first I was like “How am I going to write this ask?” And then I fell in LOVE. This is easily one of my favorite things I’ve written for this blog and I giggle every time I read it. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!
Akashi Seijuro
You were nervous.
Well, a little more than that, since sending your baby off
to kindergarten was a big deal. You weren’t used to being away from him
and it was going to be so hard. But that wasn’t really why you
were nervous. You were nervous because you knew your son, and knew his
temperament and you were afraid it would not reflect well in a school
environment.
He… didn’t play well with others, at least when others
didn’t fall in line. Admittedly, you probably hadn’t socialized him as
well as you should have, and the only children he’d been exposed to were those
of your friends, which were all older or younger, and your husband’s friends,
which were similar age, but who, for the most part, let him have his own way.
You loved your little man, but there was no mistaking the
resemblance to your husband. He was like a miniature Akashi Seijuro, with
all his strange quirks. Quirks which were going to cause tension in a
kindergarten environment. Honestly, there were sometimes you wondered how
he could possibly be only five years old.
He was obsessive about order and though you’d done your best
to bring it down a touch, had a bit of a superiority complex. He wanted
those around him to fall in line and do as he said all the time, and
unfortunately, you know most children would not enjoy being told what to
do. He was also a sweet little boy with a fondness for candy and a
generous heart. It was just getting through the layers of Akashi
to see that.
He was a confident little boy, and so despite your humming
and hawing, trotted off into the school without any problem. Seijuro
stood beside you, and arm around your waist as you watched your baby take his
first steps of independence, worrying at your lip the whole time.
“He will be fine, _____,” Seijuro commented lightly,
amusement in his tone. “He’s my son. He’ll have them all in line by
lunch.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you muttered, wringing your
hand. You wanted to stay and watch, wanted to supervise. You’d
warned him, told him that other children might not like to be bossed around,
and might not adhere to his version of order. But that was all you can
do.
The day passed with agonizing slowness. You did your
best to keep busy, and Seijuro worked from home, even managing to draw you away
for a little alone time, since you had the time. Still, you half
expected to get a phone call from the school with some problem or another and
it had you on edge.
When the time came to finally pick your son up, you
and your husband made your way back to the school. Unlike some, he wasn’t
waiting outside, so you went in to find his classroom.
You heard the wailing long before you ever reached the
room. Fear stung the back of your throat – it didn’t sound like your son,
but it was familiar, and you just knew your son was at the heart of it.
Sure enough, when you entered the room, your husband behind
you, your eyes immediately found the short red hair of your son. He was
standing awkwardly in one corner of the classroom, chin down, while another
little boy, one with bright blond hair, sobbed hysterically a few feet
away. A familiar blond man knelt beside him, trying to console him, while
the teacher stood by and murmured at your son.
You sighed, hurrying forward to catch your son about the
shoulders. His little face shot up and the solemn look in his eyes made
your heart clench, especially when he reached for you right away.
“Akashicchi!” The blond man complained and when you looked
over he was glaring at your husband. “We went through this last time!”
Seijuro blinked slowly. “We did,” he said. “And
I’m not repeating myself.”
Your hand shot out and smacked your husband solidly in the
middle before you turned your attention back to your clinging five year
old. “Okay sweety, what happened?”
“He was a meany!” The blond child wailed. “He’s always
a meany!”
“He wouldn’t play with me,” your son replied, nonplussed,
though he clutched you tighter.
“I wanted to be the king! He never lets me be the
king!” The blond boy refuted, glaring as hard as his little gold eyes could
muster. “He said he would behead me for t-t-treason!”
Despite how serious it was for the two boys, you had to try
very, very hard not to laugh, and you could see amusement lurking in
your husband’s crimson eyes. Kise, less so, but that was mostly because
he was too busy rolling his eyes at Seijuro.
“I’m the king,” your son commented, dead serious,
tone every bit as imperious as his father on his worst day. “I am
absolute. He said I was stupid and no one wants to be friends with
me.” At this his eyes dropped to the floor and you could see, behind the
serene mask, a very real fear. “He said Kei, Ai, Hiyashi and Daisuke
don’t even like me.”
You had to wonder where he’d even picked up that
phrase because you were pretty sure you’d tamed that out of your husband years
ago.
Both you and Kise winced at this, and you could see this
upset your son a great deal. The other Generation of Miracles’ children
were probably the only friends he had, and certainly the ones he saw the most
and were the most comfortable with. That included Kise’s son, most of the
time, although of the six children, these two butted heads the most.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Kise said on a sigh, stroking his
son’s head.
“He said he was gonna kill me!” The blond boy
shrieked, pointing an accusing finger at your son.
You sighed. “I don’t think he meant literally.”
“He tried to organize an uprising,” your son said very
seriously. “He needs to die.”
You immediately turned to your smirking husband. “You
and I are going to have a talk about appropriate and five year olds
when we get home.”
Seijuro just snorted.
“Okay, I think everyone here needs to apologize,” you
announced a moment later, shaking your head. “Sweetheart, you can’t
threaten to kill people, even when they don’t do what you want.”
“I wasn’t actually going to kill him,” your son
grumbled. When you squeezed him in warning, he sighed heavily and said,
loudly, if sullenly, “I’m sorry.”
Kise, picking up where you left off, patted his son’s
back. “And you need to apologize for what you said too, little man.
No matter how mad he made you, you shouldn’t call people stupid or tell them no
one likes them.”
The little blond boy sniffled, pursing his lips and
narrowing his eyes in what looked very much like challenge. “…Sorry.” He
bit out, then added a moment later, “Next time I’m gonna over throw you.
I’ll be absolute.”
Your son’s chin came up to meet the challenge. “I’ll
crush you.”
“I’ll crush you.”
Oh good, there were two of them. Maybe it wasn’t a
good thing that all your kids spent so much time together?
You couldn’t help but giggle a little later in their
lives when neither one came out on top, and it was, in fact, little Kuroko Ai
who lead with a sweet smile and iron fist, much to both fathers’ despair.
Not asking too much at all, Anon! In fact, this just might be one of the cutest things EVER. Especially when it’s this situation where Tendou is out attending school in a foreign university. Just so freaking CUTE.
Enjoy, Love!
P.s. I did use Google Translate for the few Japanese words used. If I got them wrong, please let me know and I will fix them right away!
The moment he saw it Tendou’s heart dropped. His lips parted as he stared hard at the ground where he was certain had NOT had a shadow – his shadow – adorning it just two minutes ago. The strap of his messenger was falling from his shoulder, but that was the last of his concerns as he allowed it to drop hard to the ground, his body shifting around in search of anyone else that also had a shadow.
With a spiking heartbeat, he witnessed many, more than he had ever noticed before, but each of the owners looked as though they had always had them; always had their soulmate. His feet carried him forward, eyes wide as he took in the faces of each person he passed, hoping that he would know beyond certainty that they were the one he was looking for. But as he searched, he realized he had no idea how he would know if he even found them or if he would ever be subconsciously aware if he ever ran into them again.
He could feel the dread beginning to grow in his belly and he was more than sure someone was trying to get his attention about his long forgotten bag. And while he wasn’t sure where they were coming from, he could feel the corners of his eyes start to burn with the emotions of a lost love that he never got the chance to experience when he saw her.
She turned the corner sharply, dark hand rising to push away the hair that had fallen into her face, her gaze turning in every direction. It was the same action he had committed upon noticing his own shadow and he silently wondered how far she had walked before she looking down to notice she had missed her soulmate.
And while he wanted to call out to her in order to ease her worries, he suddenly felt as though all the air from his lungs had been removed. It was only after their gazes met that he found himself stepping forward, his long legs carrying him the distance he didn’t want between them any longer.
“Hey,” she greeted breathlessly.
Tendou’s lips parted and he could feel himself cursing his brain for choosing this very moment to forget every piece of English he had ever learned. “Konnichiwa.”
“Ah,” she paused, her hands rising in front of her before a broad smile spread wide across her face. Tendou immediately felt his heart swell, she was beautiful. “Um, uh…” her gaze rose slightly above his head as she thought, “er, watashi no, uh, namae [First Name]?” It came out as a question rather than the statement she was intentionally going for and Tendou felt his own smile broadening across his face.
His hand rose to point at his own chest. “Tendou Satori,” he watched as her lips silently worked around the syllable of the name, “um…” When her gaze was on him again, he felt heat rising into his cheeks, his finger now pointing to her. “I, uh…” he wasn’t sure if this was too forward, but he couldn’t help the emotions swelling within his chest, “kiss you.”
A grin took over her features and Tendou’s hand immediately rose to touch at her cheek, tips gently trailing over the small expanse of her brown skin. With his breath leaving him in a shudder, he leaned to press their lips together, feeling completely whole for the first time in his life.
Your true love woke up to see your beautiful face next to him. Pick this day and enjoy some headcanons about waking up next to your sweetheart on Christmas day while opening up presents in bed.
Tanaka is definitely the the type to wake up super early to exclaim that it’s Christmas. You being his girlfriend are, fortunately or unfortunately, also caught up in his early morning excitement.
He will feel bad though if you still seem a bit sleepy and offers to go back to sleep for a few more hours, but you’re already grabbing his present and shoving it into his arms with a cute blush on your face.
Whatever you get him, this boy will be ecstatic because it came from you and he’s going to cherish it forever no matter what.
After his present, he hands you a bag and you are just shocked. He had gotten you a limited edition hoodie that you had been trying to get since forever ago. Cue you tackling him in a hug and a mini fashion show afterwards.
Regardless of what the two of you did afterwards, you were always going to remember this Christmas morning forever.
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