Meekosfreedom thank you for the specifics of your
request! I love this idea and I LOVE the “guess monster” so it was a pleasure to
be able to write something about him. I hope I got this right and that you
enjoy it! Thank you for your patience, I had to let this one simmer in my brain
to get it just right.
Satori Tendo – “Loving the Monster”
Tendo’s eyes are half hooded, exhaustion setting in after
five full sets against Karasuno. He still can’t believe they lost; no one can,
least of all their coach who is currently ranting and raving, his words
blending together he’s so worked up.
“So, this is how my
third year is going to end,” he thinks glancing at his teammates, “never would have guessed that.” He
chuckles inwardly at his own bad pun. He’s upset, of course, everyone wants to
go out on a high note, but he can’t bring himself to care enough to cry about
it. Not that he cries much at all. Being picked on for most of his life such as
he has built up so much resistance he’s like Teflon now.
“100 serves and 100 dives!” shouts Washijo before sitting
back down. After a brief pause Tendo begins making his way to the exit.
“Tendo! Where the hell do you think you’re going?!” the
demon coach bellows.
“Home, I’m done,” retorts the red head.
“You’re done when I say you’re done!”
Tendo shrugs, “Consider this my resignation, I have no intention
of staying.”
Outside you pace nervously waiting for Satori to come out.
The loss to Karasuno is devastating and you want to be here for him. The sound
of the gym door opening catches your attention as does the yelling coming from
inside. Tendo walks out, his bag slung over his shoulder, eyes down on the
ground as he walks.
You rush forward, saying, “Satori-kun, are you ok?”
He lifts his head, the slightest of smiles curling his lip
up. Of course you would be here; you’re always there for him. He lets out a
sigh, half from the long day and half because he’s so damn frustrated at his
situation. Here you are, the most perfect girl in the world, and he’ll never
get to tell you. Because not even someone as accepting as you could ever love a
monster like him.
He’s not blind to the way people perceive him, not deaf to
their whispered words of how weird and unlikeable he is. They only keep their
mouths shut because he is, or rather was,
a starter on the volleyball team. Now…now he’ll go back to being “the weird guy”
instead of “the weird guy who can block hella good on the volleyball team”.
“Satori-kun,” you say clasping your hands together looking
up into his face, “I…I want you to know that I think…I think you did so great and…and…you’re the best on the team, the very best!”
He chuckles. “I’m not the best, _____-chan, that spot is
reserved for Wakatoshi. Plus, I’m not on the team anymore.”
“What? You mean…you mean you actually quit?” you ask
bewildered. He’d mentioned he’d be giving up volleyball if they didn’t make it
to Nationals but you didn’t think he was serious, mainly because no one could
conceive of their losing.
“Time to give the fresh blood some room to move,” he says
with a grin.
“But Satori-kun, you…you love volleyball!” you exclaim.
He shrugs, head down looking at his feet. “I wasn’t good
enough, I…I’m never good enough,” he says more to himself than to you.
Voice trembling you say, “You’ve always been good enough for
me, Satori-kun.”
Tendo feels his heart skip a beat at your words but tamps
down any hope that they mean something more. You’re a kind person, of course
you would say something like that. Shrugging again he steps past you, ruffling
your hair like he usually does when he gets nervous around you. “Thanks,
_____-chan, you always know just what to say.”
“I mean it Satori-kun,” you say emphatically rushing to cut
him off, “you…you’re wonderful. You’re
one of the best people I know and…and…” his eyes are looking into yours,
waiting for you to finish your sentence but you can’t get the words and I like you to come out. You’ve
rehearsed this in your head thousands of times but now they won’t come.
After a further beat of silence, he offers another small
smile but doesn’t say anything as he keeps walking, knowing you won’t
understand why he just can’t look at you anymore. Because if he keeps looking
at you with your eyes shining so bright, your lips parted with the weight of
heavy breaths, and your cheeks flushed pink against the coldness of the rapidly
falling night, he’ll allow himself to believe you’re saying something you’re
not; and he just can’t take more disappointment today.
The next day during lunch, for reasons unknown to himself,
Tendo tells Wakatoshi what happened the night before after he left the gym. He
listens in attentive silence then in his trademark blunt fashion says, “So she
confessed.”
“Eh? What do you mean?” Tendo asks confused.
“_______-chan confessed to you, how is that not clear?”
returns the ace with a shrug.
Satori thinks back over your words, as he has for the entire
night, but now, having an outside source, and one who never says what he doesn’t
believe to be the truth, has smacked Tendo right in the head with it. You
confessed! In a roundabout way, you let him know how much you care about him
and he walked away from you like it
didn’t matter because he was so absorbed in self-loathing that he couldn’t read
between the lines. He hadn’t guessed what
you meant.
No wonder you were so quiet this morning when he saw you in
the hall. No wonder you avoided eye contact, muttering a hasty good morning
before rushing off with an excuse he didn’t even hear because you’d spoken so
softly and quickly.
Pushing his chair back, Tendo rushes to where he knows you
sit every day for lunch. You like it there because it’s quiet and you can read
in peace. Rounding the corner and flying up the stairs two at a time he hopes
against hope you’re there.
The sound of the door to your mostly secret sanctuary bursting
open reveals a heavily breathing Satori.
“Satori-kun, what- “you begin only to be cut off as he yanks
you to your feet into his arms. He hugs you fiercely, burying his face into the
crook of your neck making you gasp.
“I’m so sorry, ______-chan, I can’t believe I was so stupid.”
His voice is muffled by your hair but you hear every word. Pulling back, he
gazes down at you, a large smile on his face, his eyes shining. “I…I like you
too…so, so, so much and…” he stops, staring at your lips for a fraction of a
second before leaning down and sealing them with his own.
You’re both breathless when he pulls away, him panting out, “I’m
sorry, I should have asked you, I shouldn’t have done that without-“but you cut
him off with a kiss of your own, hands raking through his fiery red tresses making
him moan into your mouth. He lifts you by the waist, throwing your legs over
his hips and kisses you back more deeply, more passionately. His kisses are
just like him; powerful, overwhelming and deliciously hot.
Coming up for air, you stare into each other’s eyes. Then a
slight giggle escapes you prompting him to smile smugly as he nuzzles your nose
with his own.
“Be my girlfriend?” he asks and kisses you again when you
nod yes.
Tendo’s heart dances and skips in his chest; they may have
lost the match but he’s happiest being in a set with you.
So, B over at @guessmonsta had a rough day and in efforts to
draw up her spirits I present a slightly melancholy but overall silly piece
featuring her fave boy: Tendou Satori. Hope you feel better B!
“Tendou, you’re Princess Peach, get your ass over here!”
shouts Semi.
“Oh you are so going down, pretty boy,” Tendou exclaims
hopping over the back of the second, or possibly third, hand couch in his dorm.
He lands heavily next to Semi, his former teammate sending him a glare.
“Says the one currently playing a character sporting pink,”
retorts the blonde.
“Tch, for your information, pink happens to be my favorite
color! Plus, Peach is a badass! Make no mistake, she will fuck you up on the
track,” Tendou quips, selecting the motorcycle as his choice for race vehicle.
Semi, Reon and Goshi all make their own selections, they
being Mario, Bowser and Toad respectively.
“Heh, did you choose Toad to match the aesthetic of your
hair cut?” Tendou asks.
“Screw you fire head, let’s just get to racing so I can wipe
the track with your ass,” Goshiki shoots back.
Tendou laughs as the timer counts down to zero, each of
their representative characters jumping off the starting line with the press of
the green button. The race is fierce and filled with flying shells, mushroom
speed bursts and loud curses from all participants.
“So where’s Toshi?” Tendou asks through a hiss as Peach
barely dodges an oil slick.
“Couldn’t make it, practice,” Reon answers shortly, thumbs
moving with practiced ease sending Bowser into a perfect drift.
“Shit, can’t that guy ever get a break?”
“You know him Tendou, it’s all volleyball, all the time.
Especially after last year,” Semi comments, cursing a second later when he gets
hit with yet another red shell from
Toad. “How the fuck are you getting so many of those?!”
“They’re pity shells cause he’s in last place,” Tendou
smirks.
“Oh yeah? Pity this!” Goshiki yells, launching a blue shell
which takes out both Peach and by proximity Bowser, leaving just Mario as the
last obstacle to his glory. There’s no way the others can catch up now and with
one last screech around a bend, Toad emerges victorious with a perfectly timed
mushroom boost.
“Damn it!” Semi shouts, throwing down the controller.
“Hey! Careful with those, I got this second hand you know,”
Tendou complains taking a sip of soda.
A knock at the door draws all their attention, Tendou
standing to open it since they’re in his dorm. “Probably the pizza guy,” he
calls over his shoulder, unnecessary considering they’re in a single room
together. When he opens it, it’s to find a rather cute, but annoyed looking
girl standing in the hall. “Definitely not the pizza guy,” he comments lowly.
“What? You know what, never mind, I don’t care,” she snips.
Fixing fierce eyes on him she goes on, “Do you think it possible for you to
keep it down? There are some in this hall trying to actually get work done
around here.”
Tendou leans against the threshold, crossing his arms.
Smiling he replies, “Working is for classrooms and libraries, where else are we
supposed to unwind?”
“The bar? A club? Hell, go back to your parents’ basement
for all I care, just keep the noise down!”
Tendou’s smile widens; he likes her snark. “One, we’re under
age still so no bars. Two, do we,” he points behind him to the guys now
watching the proceedings, “look like the clubbing type to you? I think not. And
three, as long as we’re throwing around stereotypes here, why don’t you take
your self-centered, eldest child, type A personality and chill the fuck out? We
just got out of high school, time to live a little before we hook on the ball
and chains of responsible society, don’t you think?’
As he’s been talking, her cheeks have been growing steadily
redder and redder with each point he nails on the head. Tendou likes a good
battle of wits and insults and this little lady had no idea whose door she was
pounding on when she attempted to exert a guilt trip. Her mouth opens to retort, only for the pizza
guy to finally arrive.
“Order for Tendou Satori?” he asks looking between them.
“That’s me! Oi, you lot of losers! Gimme your penance,” he
says, hand out to receive money from Semi and Reon after which he draws the
remaining balance from his own wallet. Handing the guy the money, along with a
small tip because he’s not a complete asshole, Tendou passes the two pizzas
to Semi who takes them to his desk. Looking back at the girl still fuming
outside his door he grins.
“I’d offer for you to join us but since you’re a no-nonsense
type, I’m sure it will be a waste of breath. Have a good night.” He’s about to
shut the door when her hand slams against it startling him. “You’re a dick,”
she glowers. There’s a pause and he can’t wait to see what comes next. Taking a
deep breath, she looks up into his eyes. “But you’re also right.” Tendou’s so
stunned he almost falls over. With less hostility and a slightly shakier tone
she goes on, “I…I’d really like that…if you’re serious.”
He blinks, unsure what exactly just happened but steps to
the side, silently offering her entrance. A moment later, he’s introduced all
of them, including himself properly, before they settle to consume their meal
of cheese, carbs and grease.
“Being an adult, or at least transitioning into one, sucks,”
she comments around a bite of pizza.
“Amen to that,” Reon replies toasting his slice with hers.
“So, what’re you studying?” Semi asks politely.
“Chemistry, it’s a bitch.”
“Shit, you must be a genius or something. I’m barely making
it through my general ED, still tryin’ figure out what I wanna do,” Goshiki
remarks.
“Hey! No gloom and doom talk here, guys! This is our time to
shut out the rest of the world and just have fun! To forget our problems and worries,”
Tendou proclaims. Deftly he slides the controller into their new companion’s
hands, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes.
“You gotta earn your keep sweetheart, that pizza doesn’t pay
for itself you know.”
Leaning forward, she bops his nose. “Bring it on, pretty
boy.”
Semi laughs uproariously at the look on Tendou’s face as his
cheeks heat up but the red head recovers quickly, sliding next to her with a
controller of his own. The race is intense, but she emerges victorious,
whooping and hollering about her win.
“Hey, you might wanna keep it down, I hear there’s a warden
about these halls,” Tendou teases.
“Then we’ll just tell them to go fuck themselves. It’s our
time to be young and alive, right?”
He grins, shoving his shoulder into hers. “You got it,
warden.”
“Shut up and race, pretty boy.”
And for the rest of the night into the wee hours of the
morning, Tendou, Semi, Reon and Goshiki provide what she never knew she needed.
A safe haven away from the responsibilities and expectations piled on her till
she can’t breathe. They let her laugh and curse and belch without judgement.
They tease and mock her, treating her quickly like one of their own.
But most of all, they allow her to just be a “kid”.
This was posted a bit later last night and it’s another piece I’m actually pretty proud of since sometimes I feel like I struggle with dialogue and this came out pretty much exactly how I wanted. So I’m reblogging cause I’m happy with it.
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