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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.
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A resounding crash followed by cursing has Wakatoshi walking
into the shared kitchen of his dormitory where he discovers Tendo standing in
the middle of what looks like a bakery war zone.
“Satori-san, what are you doing?” asks the ace with a
deadpan face.
Raising his head, his pants sporting a splatter of what
looks to be cake mix, the guess monster groans out, “I was trying to bake
_____-chan a birthday cake and the bowl flew from my hand while I was mixing
and well,” he ends lifting his arms, rotating back and forth before
allowing them to fall back to his sides.
Leaning down, Wakatoshi picks up the errant bowl, some of
the viscous goo sticking to his fingers as he places it in the sink.
Absentmindedly, he sucks the pink sludge from his finger, a slight tremor
shooting through his body though his face remains neutral.
“Satori-san,” he says and Tendo looks up from where he’s knelt
to start wiping up the mess, “It’s probably a good thing you didn’t end up
baking this.”
“What do you mean?” the red head asks perplexed.
“Did you taste it?”
Shaking his head, Tendo swipes a clump off his pant leg, encasing
his finger between his lips. His eyes widened, a cough spluttering out as he
rushes to get a glass of water. After chugging it down he pants, “What the hell
was that?” Looking at the ingredients spread across the counter he reaches into
a clear bin containing a white substance and licks his fingers again, groaning
as he realizes his mistake.
“I used salt instead of sugar!” the middle
blocker cries. “Why are none of these ingredients labeled?”
Patting him on the back, Wakatoshi grabs more paper towels
and begins wiping the counter down. Tendo returns to the task of cleaning the
floor before washing the dishes and putting them away, again with the ace’s
assistance.
“Thanks for your help,” Tendo sighs collapsing in a chair.
“You’re welcome, but why were you doing this? Can’t you just
buy her something?” he asks sitting as well.
“Of course not! I want her to know how special she is to me
and store-bought goodies aren’t the way to do that!”
Wakatoshi remains silent, unsure how to assist his friend.
He’s not a cook nor a baker. Finally, he says, “Just figure out something else
to get her.” He stands nodding once and then exits the room.
Tendo rolls his eyes. “Oh sure, cuz it’s the simple,” he
mutters to the empty room.
Sighing he places his head on his hand, leaning against the
table, eyes closing as he tries to think of what to make for you. He really
does want you to know how special you are, the one girl who’s liked him for
him, who didn’t run away from him in fear or start rumors or make snide
comments. But it’s not just those things he loves about you, oh no, there’s so
much more. There’s your smile that crinkles up your eyes until you can’t see, your
laugh that bubbles up like sparkling cider from your chest, your eyes that
shine like stars when you watch him play, your shouts of encouragement he
somehow always hears above the cacophony of noise in the gym.
His eyelids fly up; he knows what to do for your birthday.
Walking through the halls, your arms laden with various gifts
from friends, you know your cheeks are going to hurt for hours from all the
smiling you’ve done. Everyone just made you feel so loved! But a twinge of
sadness hits your heart when you think about how Satori had to miss school
today. You were so looking forward to seeing his goofy grin, feel his arms
around you and get your birthday kiss but a stupid cold kept him locked in his
room.
As you near the door to exit the building Wakatoshi steps
out of a classroom, his eyes landing on you. You feel a slight tremor of
nervousness shoot through you; even though you’re his best friend’s girlfriend,
he still intimidates you. But, you reason, it’s probably because you’re never
sure what he’s thinking. Being with Tendo, you’ve grown used to hearing him
speak his mind and the loudness of his behavior so someone quiet tends to
unnerve you.
“_____-chan, would you like some help?” he offers eyeing the
load of goodies in your arms.
“Tha…thank you Ushijima-san,” you stammer allowing him to
lift your burdens.
“I told you, call me Wakatoshi,” he says and you smile.
You walk in silence towards your dormitory for a bit before you
ask, “Do you know if Satori-kun is feeling better? I wanted to visit him today
but he said not to because he didn’t want to get me sick.”
“He’s fine,” the ace answers simply.
“Oh,” you reply turning your head back to look ahead of you.
Reaching your door, you grab your keys from the pocket of
your purse and unlock it. As the door swings open, you gasp, hands flying to
your mouth. Before you stands Satori, clad in a black suit (with a tie no less)
holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Turning to look at Wakatoshi, you’re
shocked to see a very small smile on his face.
“Here,” he says handing you back your gifts, all of which would
have ended up on the floor thanks to your shock if he hadn’t been carrying
them. You realize now his reason for waiting for you and blush.
“Thank you, Wakatoshi-kun,” you say and he nods once.
Looking at his friend, he flashes a thumbs up before walking away. Entering
your room, you shut the door, dropping your presents on the bed. You rush to
Tendo, throwing your arms around his neck as he picks you up in a large hug.
“Happy birthday, lover,” he says in your ear making you
sigh.
“You little brat,” you retort, smacking his arm gently, “It’s
not nice to lie to your girlfriend, especially on her birthday!”
He chuckles as he sets you down, caressing your cheek with
his hand. “I wanted to surprise you and the only way to do it was to get everything
ready while you were in class. Besides, I think you’ll forgive me when you see
your gift.”
“What, you’re not my gift? I rather like the wrapping,” you
say blushing at his dapper appearance.
He grins widely, standing aside to reveal a pretty dress
picked especially for you. “I’ll admit, I needed help picking it out, so you
can thank Kayami-san for that.” It’s your favorite color, knee length and cut
modestly but is fancy enough to match his suit.
“I’ll wait outside,” he says opening the door. “I’d say take
your time but we do have a reservation so if you can be ready in twenty minutes
that would be great. I tried to get it later but this was the best they could
do.”
“It’s fine!” you say quickly, hurrying to pick up the
garment. “I’ll be ready in fifteen!”
He shakes his head at your cute eagerness and shuts the door.
True to your word, fifteen minutes later you step out, hair and makeup done to
perfection. Tendo stares openly, his mouth slightly agape.
“You look amazing,” he breathes, hands settling on your
waist.
“Thank you,” you whisper blushing.
Grabbing your hand, he leads you outside to the gates of the
school where a car is waiting. Inside you see his mother grinning and waving
from the driver side and you return the wave with a bright smile. Opening the
door for you, Tendo helps you get seated then sits down himself.
The ride to the restaurant is filled with you telling Satori
about your day and all the lovely gifts and thoughtful messages people gave
you. Eventually you arrive to the new fusion restaurant that just opened about
a month ago that you and Satori kept saying you wanted to go to.
His mom says she’ll be back in a couple hours before waving
the two of you off.
As you enter, Satori goes to the hostess podium and gives
his name. She smiles at him then you, indicating you to follow her. Walking to
the back, you’re surprised to find a private table set up with candles, more
flowers and soft music playing; it’s all so romantic and sweet. Satori pulls
out your chair, helping you get seated before taking his own.
Reaching across the table, he grabs your hand, trailing his
thumb over the back of it and staring in your eyes. Clearing his throat, he
retracts his hand, grabbing a small wrapped box from his inside jacket pocket
and hands it to you.
“Happy birthday,” he says grinning.
You smile back, tugging the paper off and opening the box; inside
is a piece of folded paper.
Unfurling it, you see Tendo’s spikey but somehow legible
writing scrawled across the white square. Pulling it near your face, you read:
Lover,
I tried to bake a cake
for you
It really seemed not
hard to do
But salt and sugar
look the same
Needless to say, it turned
out lame
I’m not a sculptor,
painter or such
My sense of colors
really sucks
So to make you art would
be too hard
But I just couldn’t
buy a generic card
And thus far if you
couldn’t tell
I don’t write poetry
very well
But it was the only
thing that I could do
To explain how much I
really love you
I love your eyes and the
sparkle they hold
Your cheering always
makes me bold
Your kind-hearted, selfless
spirit
I can’t believe you’d
let me near it
I love the way you laugh
and smile
You make my heart beat
at a hundred miles
You really don’t know
how much you mean to me
But I hope over time
you will see
So thank you for your
grace and love
I treasure all of you,
my precious dove
As you look up, a stray tear slides down your cheek, but you’re
smiling softly as Satori watches you. Standing up, you come to him and kiss his
lips gently.
“This is the best present I received all day, thank you
Satori-kun,” you say and he smiles.
Retaking your seat, you giggle out, “Did you really mix up salt
and sugar?”
He blushes, nodding his head and you laugh a bit harder but
he loves your laughter, even if you’re laughing at him and eventually he laughs
too, thinking really it was quite funny. Before long, you’re ordering a sampler
platter to share, chatting away about this and that and just generally enjoying
one another’s company.
“By the way, what made you decide to go to dinner all
dressed up? You didn’t have to do all this you know?” you ask before taking a
bite of dessert.
“I wanted to spoil you a bit. You do a lot for me and take
so little in return. Plus,” he adds taking out another box, “That wasn’t your
only present.”
You take the box, unwrapping it carefully. Popping it open,
your breath catches, eyes widening as you look at its contents. Nestled in
bright pink tissue paper is a silver locket, but instead of a heart it’s round,
the pattern of a volleyball etched into its surface.
“I had to go to Tokyo to get that, hence my absence from
school today,” he confesses. He pauses before saying, “Open it.”
Gently you unclasp the latch and open the locket, gasping
when your eyes fall upon a picture of you and Satori from your first date a
year ago. Inscribed on the other side are the words: “A monster and his lover.”
Satori stands, moving behind you and taking the necklace
from your hands to clasp it around your neck. Leaning down, he kisses your
cheek, whispering, “I love you.”
You turn your head, lips capturing his before you breathe
back, “I love you too, my lovely monster.”
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.
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