Tag: tendou satori

Haikyuu / Psycho Pass AU

Sentence prompt requests:

Hinata, “well this is awkward”

ukai ‘im too sober for this’

“Bite me” with Tendou please??

I’ve been in a Psycho Pass AU mood and these all felt like they worked well with the scene that popped in my head. Who knows? Maybe I’ll get enough of these drabbles together to form a linked story. This is in the same universe as my Daichi one.

The slap of water sounded all around as Tendou and Yachi raced down the darkened alley, their quarry a soaked blob somehow getting smaller despite the pace at which they were running.

“You go that way, I’ll cut him off on the other side,” Tendou shouted.

Yachi didn’t have time to consider how she hadn’t been in the field more than fifteen minutes and had already broken an important rule: don’t let your enforcer give orders.

“They’re your subordinates, you call the shots.”

She winced against the words spoken to her not even an hour ago. How was she supposed to explain this? She shook her head, picking up her pace in the direction Tendou had pointed her. Her heart thundered against her chest, trepidation and – she was loathe to admit – excitement pulsing through her veins. The rain stung her eyes, her lungs and legs burned and the suction of her rain soaked suit all worked against her forward progression but she pressed on. She could deal with the repercussions of this later. What mattered was stopping the suspect and getting him to reveal his base. Her grip tightened on the dominator in her hands; it would be just her luck to drop the thing and add to her negative tally marks.

Losing sight of the suspect, she pushed herself harder, rounding a corner in the direction she hoped he’d taken only to cannon into something, her body sprawling onto the water logged asphalt. A hiss escaped her as the uneven ground scraped her skin raw before she landed with a heavy thud. When she applied pressure to her hand to push up she let out a gasp of pain but it was the voice beneath her that drew her eyes open to meet wide brown ones.

“Gah! Are…are you ok, Yacchan?” Hinata cried out, arms flailing since he wasn’t sure he should touch her.

“Well, this is awkward,” Tendou’s voice sounded from behind them. “And that,” he continued, pointing towards the tangled pair as more of their enclave made way to assist, “is why I wear trainers despite the suit.”

Hinata glared over Yachi’s shoulder. “Bite me, monster.”

She flinched at the sharp retort but the object of Hinata’s wrath merely pushed away from the wall and yanked her off him to her feet, a smirk on his face. “Now, now, inspector, you know we dogs aren’t even allowed to bark.” Though his words were directed to the still prone Hinata, his breath on her neck made Yachi shiver. She’d not been this close to an enforcer before and though she knew she shouldn’t be, she couldn’t help feeling nervous. He let her go as soon as her balance returned and she rotated to extend assistance to Hinata but Ukai-sensei was already dragging him to his feet.

“I’m too sober for this,” he grumbled around the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, struggling to light it against the fall of rain.

He stepped under the cover of Tsukishima’s umbrella long enough to catch the flame against the stick of tobacco. The bespectacled inspector sent his fellow blonde a look of distaste before turning his attention to Tendou. “Where’s the suspect?”

Tendou, hands thrust in his coat pockets, nodded down another alley. “Doing an impression of modern art…or a Rorschach test. Personally all that red reminds me of Valentine’s day, but then again, I’ve always had a fucked up way of looking at things.”

Tsukishima grimaced, gritting his teeth. “We needed him alive you idiot! How else are we going to find the victim now?”

A shrug. “It was that or let him get away, figured it would be better not to give him a chance to grab who knows how many more.”

“Damn dog,” Tsukishima huffed, turning on his heel. “Let’s go, leave the clean up crew to take care of that mess while we work on the now infinitely more difficult task of finding his hideout.”

They all fell in line after him, the inspectors taking refuge in their cars while the enforcers returned to the back of their truck. With a sigh, Yachi allowed her head to fall against the headrest, eyes looking out the rain streaked window. How were they going to do this with their last lead a smatter of blood and guts? The thought turned her stomach and she wondered if she’d be able to handle seeing such a sight should the day come where she had to pull the trigger.

“You ok, little bird?” Ukai’s voice made her start, water droplets flinging against his shirt when her head whipped towards the direction of his voice.

Despite her pale face and trembling body, the little inspector nodded. “Just…tired. I guess I need to spend more time on the treadmill,” she replied, rubbing the back of her head with an uneasy smile on her face.

Ukai hummed but made no further push to get her to speak. In the loosely named driver’s seat, Tsukishima eyed the recent addition to his unit and shook his head to no one in particular. How she had been tapped to become an inspector was beyond his comprehension but then his was not to wonder why; it was to do or die.

Can this be NSFW? Noya, Iwazumi and Tendou realize thier s/o have a biting kink? And thier s/o is super embarassed about it.

hq-cuties-pls:

This is a GOOD ASK, nonny. I had fun with this one! Hope you enjoy 🙂

~Admin Alyx

Noya:

Noya pounded into you, soft grunts escaping him with each thrust. He was always a tiger in bed, but after a win he was downright primal, insatiable, and you loved it. He gripped your hand, pressing it into the sheets. His face contorted in pleasure, his mouth hanging open.

“Shit, ____. So good,” he moaned.

You could tell he was close as his rhythm began to stutter, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him close. He dropped his head to your shoulder with a low groan.

“Fuck, babe. Not gonna last. Can’t–”

You rolled your hips in tandem with his, letting him sink deeper with each staccato thrust. He turned his face into your neck, sinking his teeth into your neck to keep himself quiet.

The sudden, sharp pain shocked a gasp from your lips, trailing into a high-pitched whimper; the sensation shooting through you combined with Noya’s brutal rhythm was enough to drive you over the edge, your legs clamping around his hips, back arching off the bed as you came so hard you saw stars.

It took only a few more rough thrusts before Noya found his release as well, biting down hard as he spilled himself into the condom.

It took several moments for both of you to catch your breath, but then Noya was lifting his head with a grin, tracing the bruise blossoming on your neck with a gentle touch.

“You liked that,” he said. “Kinky, ____.”

You spluttered, your cheeks flushing red as you remembered the sounds that had come from your mouth.

“I–I mean–” you stammered, scrambling for excuses but coming up empty. Noya silenced you with a kiss, hands coming up to cup your cheeks.

“Shh,” he said with a bright grin. “It’s hot. Don’t be embarrassed, ‘kay?”

You nodded, reassured by his words, even though your blush refused to recede.

Iwaizumi:

You smiled when you heard the keys in the door signalling that Iwaizumi was home. You called out a “Welcome home” once you heard the door open, but he was unusually quiet. You heard him trudge over, and then he slumped over the back of the sofa where you were sitting, wrapping his arms around your neck.

“Aww, babe,” you said, your hand reaching up to stroke through his hair. “Rough day?”

He let out a noncommittal grunt, nuzzling against your neck. His breath tickled against your skin as he let out a deep sigh. Then, with a low hum almost like a growl, the energy surrounding him changed, and he switched from soft nuzzles to open-mouthed kisses against your neck.

“Need you,” he said, his voice low and rough. The urge to lean into his touch and let him take what he needed was overwhelming, but–your computer still sat in your lap, a reminder of the amount of work you had to do.

“Hajime, I’m working,” you protested.

“Please,” he said, breath hot against your neck. He took your earlobe between his teeth, giving it a sharp tug.

You froze, your breath hitching in your chest. Iwaizumi picked up on your reaction like a dog on the scent. You could feel his grin against your neck as he nosed at the tender skin there, letting out a slow breath that made you shiver.

“What was that, _____?”

“Nothing,” you said, a touch too quickly.

“Clearly,” Iwaizumi said, sounding far too smug. You could still feel his breath hot on your skin as he hovered just above your neck. The anticipation was heady, waiting for what he’d do next.

The first slow drag of his teeth against your neck made you gasp.

“You want me to, don’t you?” Iwaizumi said. “You want me to leave bruises on that pretty skin. You want me to mark you.”

You couldn’t help it. You whimpered. Your face flamed red, and part of you wanted to hide in your hands, but you didn’t dare move.

“You wanna put that computer away now, _____?”

You nodded hastily, desire winning out over your embarrassment. Besides, you knew Iwaizumi would never hold it against you.

Tendou:

You loved Tendou. You really did.

But right now, you kind of hated him.

He was working his way up your legs at a glacial pace, as if determined to kiss every mole and freckle you had. He left kitten licks against the inside of your knee, nuzzled against that ticklish spot on your inner thigh, and generally laved attention everywhere except where you wanted it.

“Satori,” you groaned, and you could feel him grin in response against the inside of your thigh.

“What is it, ____?”

“You know exactly what it is, you fucking tease.”

“Rude, ____-kun. You should at least ask nicely!”

“C’mon, babe. Get on with it,” you said. He had you so worked up you were practically aching for it, and your patience was wearing thin.

“Tsk, tsk,” Tendou chided. “Didn’t say please!”

“Satori–”

“Bad children who don’t say please should be punished, don’t you think?” Tendou crooned, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Satori, I swear to god, if you don’t–”

You were cut off as he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your inner thigh and bit down, hard.

The noise that escaped you barely sounded human, and it was in an octave you hadn’t even known you were capable of. Heat rushed to your face as the realization set in, and you hesitantly looked down to see Tendou’s reaction.

He was staring at you wide-eyed, something akin to glee spreading across his features. “Ohh?” he said with a grin. “What’s this?”

“Sacchan, please,” you whined, practically writhing against the sheets.

“Very interesting indeed,” Tendou said with a smirk, moving to your other thigh and dragging his lips across your skin. Your breath hitched at the first brush of teeth, and Tendou grinned. “What to do with this discovery?”

“Please, Satori,” you said, past caring that you were begging. “Gods, please.”

Tendou chuckled.

“Well, you did say please.”

These were great!

Hi Emmy could I please have a Soulmate scenario for Tendo and a short brown-skinned fem s/o? where you don’t possess a shadow till you’ve met your s/o or more specifically till where your shadows should be have touched/merged (sorry if that doesn’t make sense) and the setting is attending university in a western country, Tendo has uses broken English and his s/o uses broken Japanese. Sorry if this is asking too much

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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.

So sweet!!!!!

Since it’s the start of the holiday season, Can I request some headcanons for how Tanaka, Yamamoto, Kyoutani, Koganegawa, Tendou, Bokuto, Lev and Terushima would react to their s/o kissing them under the mistletoe? Maybe for their first kiss? Just something fluffy and cute if you can! Thank you so much, and happy holidays!!!

hq-cuties-pls:

This is such a cute ask!!! We had to do this one in time for the holidays 😀

~Admins Alyx and Emma

Tanaka

  • He and Nishinoya definitely made a point of putting mistletoe up in strategic locations, hoping to get kissed by cute girls
  • That said, he was not actually expecting it. You completely take him by surprise, and even though you only kissed him on the cheek, he freezes, his eyes going wide as saucers.
  • When you lean back he’s blushing bright red. He opens his mouth like he’s going to speak, but is interrupted by a loud “NICE, RYUU!!!” from Noya.
  • Even you’re a little embarrassed at that, because now everyone is looking at you two.
  • You both laugh nervously and make your way away from the mistletoe, but you find him outside later and kiss him again–this time not just on the cheek.

Yamamoto

  • He lingers near mistletoe, hoping maybe to get lucky
  • Yet another part of him is absolutely terrified of getting kissed in public. He’s not at that level yet.
  • When you do approach him with your sweet smile and cute sweater, he nearly melts. You point out the mistletoe that he’s been standing under with a giggle, and he tries to put on a brave face, but he’s dying inside.
  • Your kiss tastes like hot cocoa, and even if its small and chaste, he just about combusts
  • After he composes himself he puffs up with pride and stomps over to Tanaka and Kuroo to brag that HE got kissed! See? There’s a lipstick mark to prove it!!!
  • Not before he gets your number, of course.

Kyoutani

  • Sweet baby avoids doorways, arches, ceiling fans, and idiots with those stupid novelty headbands just in case. He hates the custom, for the most part. Less because of the kissing and more because the public nature of it. Kissing is intimate, damn it, not something a plant should tell him to do just because.
  • His only exception, to be honest, is if you’re there. He’ll still get shy and weird if you push it, though.
  • However, if you make it a sweet, chaste kiss on his cheek, his nose, or his forehead, he is extremely weak.
  • Save the big kisses for when you’re in private, though. He does get extremely shy and flustered about it, and he really doesn’t need Oikawa or Yahaba teasing him about it.

Koganegawa

  • Completely oblivious to the fact that the mistletoe is there.
  • When you kiss him, he is really, genuinely confused. He just kind of stares at you, his eyebrows pulling together as he tries to work out what’s going on.
  • After puzzling over it silently for a few moments, he manages a very eloquent “Huh?!”
  • “Mistletoe,” you say with an amused grin, and watch as he looks up and realizes where you’re both standing. He blinks several times, and you can see the moment it sinks in that yes, you actually did just kiss him.
  • He continues to stand there for several minutes even after you walk away. “You broke him!” Futakuchi says with a laugh, waving a hand in front of Koganegawa’s face.

Tendou

  • He’s a big fan of catching other people standing under the mistletoe and obnoxiously informing them that they have to kiss each other now (and then teasing them about it).
  • You can’t help but notice that he’s pretty careful to avoid the mistletoe himself, though.
  • You have plenty of patience, though. You stand just close enough to the mistletoe that you don’t get caught under it with someone else, and wait until Tendou slips up.
  • When he does, you step forward and clear your throat, pointing up at the mistletoe. His eyes flit upwards before widening suddenly.
  • “Your turn,” you say, before tugging him down by the collar to kiss him sound on the lips.
  • He stares at you as you pull back, his cheeks bright red. You kiss him once more on the nose, because he’s too cute.

Bokuto

  • Stands or walks under the mistletoe as much as he possibly can.
  • It’s really kind of adorable; his eyes are bright and excited, and it’s impossible to miss how he keeps glancing at you.
  • You don’t wait long before you indulge him, acting like you just happened to walk under the mistletoe at the same time he did.
  • “Aha!” he says, pointing up at the mistletoe with a wide grin.
  • You smile and throw your arms around his neck, giving him a thorough kiss; “Merry Christmas, babe.”

Lev

  • He’s wondering why you told him to stand still under the mistletoe.
  • He’s also nervous because you whispered in Kuroo’s ear and now Kuroo is giving him that Look and he feels very attacked right now.
  • You return. You have a chair? Why do you have a chair?
  • You plunk the chair in front of him. You climb on the chair.
  • You give him a little smooch while standing on the chair.
  • He’s confused for a solid two hours, but once he gets it, he literally can’t stop laughing. Don’t worry, you and Yaku can team up on his titan ass later.

Terushima

  • He’s one of those idiots with the mistletoe on a headband (or worse–on his belt buckle)
  • He likes to jump around the party, telling everyone they have to kiss him! It’s tradition!
  • Even if you brush him off initially, he’s persistent. You’ve caught his attention and now he’s a dog with a bone and doesn’t want to let go.
  • Even if it’s just a little peck on the cheek to get him to shut up, he’s silenced pretty much immediately.
  • If it’s something more, though, he definitely needs some time to figure out how to Can again, because he’s broken now.

Awwww!!!! These are so cute !

Can i get an NSFW scenario with tendou? Hes skipping practice in his dorm room and he forgets to tell his teammates he’s not showing up so they look for him but he’s having sex and they walk in on him?? Female pronouns! Sorry if this is confusing!

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Ahhhhhhh I love my Tendou!!!!!!!! My Noodle Boi!!!! My adorable weeb! Ah *continues to fangirl over Tendou* He’s perfect, and I wish he was real so I could tell him as much T~T Thanks for requesting, sweetheart! – Admin Satori ❤

Tendou Satori:

During high school, Tendou had been absolutely set on not continuing with volleyball – having decided he needed to focus on his studies while moving forward into college. Volleyball would only get him so far in life, and there would never be a team like Shiratorizawa in his life ever again. He’d just be put back into his outcast bracket in life and would fade into the background once more, well as much as his vibrant appearance and personality would allow him to fade.  Which he was fine with. He was used to the comments, the stares, even the bullying. He expected it.

What he didn’t expect…. Was meeting and falling in love with you.

The two of you had met in the most cliched way. Paired up for a project in one of your college courses. The duration of the project was the whole semester, so he’d thought you’d ask for a different partner, but you were… determined to get him to open up to you. To be comfortable around you. And after the first month of working on the project with you, it was almost as if the two of you had known each other all your lives. As if you’d grown up with this noodle boy. As if he’d gone through all his life knowing you were at the end of the tunnel. He’d woven his way into your life, to the point you’d use some of his mannerisms and silly voices and songs. And you’d grounded yourself in his heart, you’d convinced him to take up volleyball again.

And while he loved playing volleyball with his team, Ushijima and Semi had come to the same college, he loved being with you more.

That’s how you ended up under him, his lips ravaging your neck and shoulder, biting and licking any span of skin he could reach – and since his reach was almost 2 meters, that meant all of you. “Satori,” You moaned when you felt his hips pressed against yours, almost, desperately, “More, please, Satori.”

Tendou pulled his lips from your skin, and you felt a chill go down your spine at how they’d become a little swollen from your activities with each other. “More~? You want more?” His expression tried to look mischievous, but the darkening of his crimson eyes showed how needy he was to give you all of him. Tendou’s right hand moved from the outside of your thigh on his hip and stroked up your body until he was cupping your face, his long fingers being able to reach from the tip of your chin to the back of your skull. If you didn’t know he loved you, you’d be scared of this type of hold, but the feeling of his fingers lightly stroking your skin made your insides melt. “How much more do you want, ______-chan? Tell me…” He purred, leaning his head down and peppering the top of your breasts with kisses, nipping at the soft skin now and then and taking satisfaction in the way you’d arch your back towards his face. He leaned upwards just a bit and pressed his lips against the hollow of your throat, his tongue flicking out and tasting your sex salted skin.

You blinked rapidly, trying to find the words to get him to understand how much you wanted him, how you wanted to be connected to him in all ways possible. You lightly pulled at his hair, your fingers tangled in his red locks, you dragged his head from your neck back to your lips, and quickly pressed your lips against his, your other hand pressing against his shoulder blade so he’d be closer to you. “Please… Satori…. I want all of you…. Give me all of you.” You whispered against his lips, and Tendou felt his heart tug and swell. No matter how many times the two of you got down and dirty, he’d always feel like it was the first time – always feel like it was the very first time someone wanted him. Truly.

While the moment between the two of you was filled with heat and need, with lust and want, desire and fire, there was never a second that passed that Tendou wouldn’t appreciate the seconds he’d been graced with in your presence. You continued to kiss him, pressing your chest against his as best you could, your eyebrows furrowing as you tried to convey how much you loved him with all your heart through your kiss. And he felt it. Tendou smiled softly against your lips, his left hand reaching between your bodies and aligning his cock with your tight hole, “Anything… for you, ______.” He whispered quietly before moving his hips forward and feeling your walls squeezing every single inch of him as he entered you. Your back arched into his chest and you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped your lips. You had said you wanted all of him, after all… That meant to the hilt.

“Fuck….” You whispered, and he chuckled quietly before pushing up so his arms were extended on either side of your head. You whined and stared up at his flushed face, your hands moving from his hair and back to rest on his shoulders, just barely. “Satori….” You moaned, biting your bottom lip roughly as you felt his hips move ever so slightly against yours, his length reaching places inside you never knew existed. You frowned and sat up on your elbow, trying to ignore the way this position made you suddenly see stars every time you blinked, your other hand reached up to the back of his head and you fell back onto his dorm bed, pulling him down to press his body against you. “I said all of you.” You smiled, pulling his head down and crashing his lips against yours.

Tendou let out a shaky exhale into your mouth at your determination to have his body rubbing against yours, the contact made his heart do flips inside his chest, and all he wanted to do was make you scream his name. Over and over again. “______.” Tendou moaned quietly as he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes hooded as your walls squeezed him every moment he moved inside you. “You’re squeezing the life out of me.” Tendou suddenly snapped his hips against yours, burying his cock inside you to the hilt once more. Your inhale was suddenly cut off from surprise and you stared up at him with a glazed look in your eye, and he felt the need to snap against you over and over. You threw your head back and moaned, his lips attaching to your neck and jaw once more, this new pace was going to be the death of you.

Suddenly there was a bright light being shone on your joined bodies, and, although neither of you noticed at first, it shone right in your eyes and made you flinch away. There was a scuffling and a single horrified gasp coupled with a confused, “S-Senpai, I can’t see anything.”

You gasped and pushed Tendou off of you, and the sudden force of your push caused him to lose balance, slide out of your hole, and fall on his ass on the floor. “What the fuck?” Was all he said before his eyes were on the open door of his dorm, “Ololo? This isn’t a free show!” He huffed as he got to his feet, not caring that he was entirely flashing his former teammates.

“You weren’t at practice this morning. We thought something had happened.” Ushijima said simply, his stoic expression as stoney as ever, even in the understanding of what it was they’d walked in on. “It’s not wise to skip practice. You still have a lot of work to do on your receives.” His monotone made you both want to yell at them to get out and also laugh at how nonchalant he was with what he’d just interrupted. Ushijima just didn’t give a damn.

“Wakatoshi~ Is now really such a good time to be lecturing me? About volleyball?” Tenou whined, moving to stand in front of your, now blanketed, form, smiling lazily at Semi’s highly offended face.

Ushijima nodded seriously, “Yes. How are you ever going to get better if you skip practice?”

“S-senpai? Can I look now? You’re hurting me.” Goshiki’s small voice made his appearance apparent, Semi had clamped his hands over the young boy’s eyes as soon as what Tendou and you had been doing was made clear. Tendou raised his arms above his head and stretched, giving you a very nice view of his, lanky, back muscles, and his adorable butt.

You didn’t get to stare at his cute butt for long before you were covering your face in embarrassment, using one hand to pull the blankets to completely cover you. “C-Can you possibly have this conversation some other time?” You piped up, feeling your face heat even more as all eyes focused on you, Tendou leaning backwards just to see your expression. “Kind of indecent here…” You huffed, now feeling more irritated than embarrassment.

Tendou noticed this and took it as an order to get everyone out of your business immediately, “Okay okay, everyone, it’s time to leave~. I’ll be down in the gym in a few….mmm hours?”

“You need to be down in the gym in a few minutes or you’re going to be doing seals for the next month.” Semi huffed, his eyebrows furrowing in frustration at having to censor Goshiki from this part of his team’s life.

“Ah~ Semi semi~ So harsh.” Tendou smiled playfully before walking towards them and shooing them out of the doorway, “Go on. I’ll be down in a few… minutes….” He agreed, holding his hands together in front of him when Ushijima gave him a warning glare, “I promise, Waka-chan!”

The door closed, the whining of Goshiki not seeing anything loud and clear as they walked down the hall. You kept the blankets wrapped around you and couldn’t hide the glare directed at your boyfriend as he turned to face you. “You can completely forget about continuing.” You huffed, leaning down from the bed and grabbing his discarded tshirt. You pulled it over your head before letting the blankets fall from you.

Tendou pouted, “Aw, come on, ______-chan~ It’s not my fault.” He whined, getting on his knees in front of you and laying his hands on your knees with his chin resting on top. He stared up at you with puppy eyes, his lips pulled into a begging pout.

“It so is your fault, Satori. You should have told them you weren’t going into practice today.” You huffed, forcing yourself not to look at his pout, knowing you’d only want to kiss it away.

“But what am I supposed to do with this then?” He asked, leaning back from your legs to show you his still erect dick.

You laughed, covering your mouth in surprise at your reaction, “You talked to them…. While still hard?” You giggled, having thought he’d gone soft while in the shock of the moment.

Tendou smiled mischievously up at you before pushing you back down on the bed, pressing his lips to your ear, “I was thinking about you the whole time, _______-chan…. Why don’t you help me~ and I’ll help you~?” His voice was heavy with need, once more, and you didn’t stop his large hand sneaking under his own shirt to cup and tweak your breast. “I’ll make it worth your while~.” He hummed happily when he felt your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging as a form of encouragement.

“You’re absolutely impossible.” You smiled when he pressed his lips to yours, getting back in position over your body. You were absolutely sure he’d miss practice regardless of Semi’s threat. Minutes would definitely turn into hours. And you knew the two of you would probably be missing today’s classes, as well.

This is so well done! It made me sigh with happy at him finding love and laugh when the boys broke in upon their love making!

Number 10 with my baby Tendou Satori !!!! Thank you babe !!

Tendou- #10 Secret Santa

Walking into his homeroom, Tendou’s eyes widened when they fell upon a prettily wrapped box sitting on his desk. Glancing around revealed no clues as to who’d left it.  Perhaps it was a mistake? Surely no one would leave him a gift; unless it was one of his teammates. An ironic smile flickered over his face as he convinced himself it was most likely a prank from Semisemi.

He sat down, picking up the present and tearing into the paper. As he popped the top open, his eyes bugged out. Nestled in tissue paper laid the latest edition of Shonen Jump along with a gift certificate to his favorite ice cream shop.

Merry Christmas, Tendou-san! I hope you enjoy these treats. The card, clearly homemade but well done, held no signature identifying the giver.

Ok, so it wasn’t from Semi. And it certainly wasn’t from Wakatoshi. Friendly as they were, the two boys had never bothered to get gifts for each other, much less for Christmas. And there was no way he’d hand make a card.

“What’s that, Tendou?” Ushijima asked nodding to the manga in the middle blocker’s hands as he set himself and his food tray down across the table from the red head later that afternoon.

“Apparently I have a Secret Santa to find,” Tendou replied tucking it and the certificate into his backpack. His smile was wide, eyes a bit brighter as he scanned the room quickly, but he failed to notice her watching him from behind a pillar on the other side of the cafeteria, a smile on her face when she saw his expression. While she wasn’t ready to come forward with her feelings just yet, bringing some cheer to Tendou’s holidays was enough for now.

TENDOU’S S/O TRACING THE FRECKLES AND SCARS ON HIS BODY AND ASKING HIM THE STORIES BEHIND EACH ONE AND IT’S JUST CUTE HAPPY SHIT AND IT’S ALL CUDDLES AND KISSES AND THEY BOTH MIGHT BE NAKED BUT THERE’S NO SEX JUST BOTH BEING REAL COMFORTABLE AND TOTALLY IN LOVE NOBODY CAN WRITE THIS BUT YOU I AM 18823987% SURE

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This ask was so pure I’m blessed… T/W for mentions of self harm

Lazy Saturday mornings were always Tendou’s favorite. It wasn’t that he was necessarily lazy himself, but the euphoric feeling of not having to wake up, take four shots of espresso, and finish three reports he had procrastinated on for two weeks on was an amazing change. Well, maybe Tendou was a bit lazy.

Tendou didn’t even feel like moving from his small space on the bed. He took lethargic interest with the way the sun cast through the blinds and how Mourning Doves vied for attention. He could roll over and fall back asleep, if he wanted to. Though, he was right on the edge of the bed and his girlfriend was still asleep on his chest, and he’d rather take a bullet than risk waking her up. He yawned, then noticed her stir for a moment before nuzzling back into him. At this point, Tendou was willing to stop breathing. She looked so peaceful, and Tendou couldn’t quite remember the last time he had actually seen __ with her eyes closed. She still harbored remarkable purple eye bags, though, to which Tendou made a mental note to tease her about later.

After about twenty minutes or so, Tendou didn’t oppose the idea of waking her up so much any longer. His mind wandered to places he’d rather not go when he wasn’t occupied with something. He figured he could just leave the bed and do something in the living room, but he knew for a fact the rest of the apartment would be absolutely freezing; February did not treat them nice. He slowly turned to his side instead, cupping her head in his hand and placing her down on the pillow next to him. She whined and burrowed herself in the duvet, still asleep, but gaining conscious. Tendou smirked, tugged the duvet out of her loosened hands and flipped her onto her back. He sat up and positioned himself above her and threw one leg over her side. He leaned down and pressed his lips against her neck softly, going in for a kiss, but decided against it. Instead he blew, hard, right against the part of her neck he knew was the most sensitive.

Almost immediately, she was up and screaming, her hands on his shoulders attempting to pull him away. He smirked and continued blowing raspberries, effortlessly grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head. She writhed undrneath him, giggling incomprehensible words and attempting to kick him off of her. Usually, she’d have him flat on his ass in the matter of thirty seconds, but catching him at her most delirious gave him a definite advantage. After a while, he figured he had tortured her enough, her chest still heaving and a long, drawled out cuss spilling from her lips. He cut himself off with a wet smack to the red spot on her neck, which instantaneously quieted her down, too. She was completely awake, now, and able to rip her arms away from his and sit up. She merely looked him in the eyes, saying nothing. She used the fabric of the duvet to wipe his saliva from her neck, to which she grimaced, not noticeably, but Tendou noticed.

“You know, Satori, sweetheart…” __ sniffled in a broken voice. “For someone who pays all your damn rent, that was sure a lovely way to thank me.” Tendou smiled sheepishly, looking down at her from his seat between her legs.

“Not gonna say anything? Okay…” She shook her head and smiled, stretching her arms behind her head and cracking her back before snaking them around Tendou’s neck. “You’re so lucky I love you.”

“I know I am.” Tendou hummed, cupping her chin. She flinched, making sure he wasn’t going back for her neck again, before leaning into his touch.

“Now you’ve got something to say, huh?” She chuckled. She grabbed his hips and guided him off of her, leaving him laying on his back as she sat cross legged, rubbing her eyes. “If this thing is still here when I go to work on Monday and my boss asks me what it is, I dunno if I tell him the truth or make up a much more believable lie.”

“What’s so unbelievable about raspberries?” Tendou laughed.

“We’re twenty, that’s what.”

She finished rubbing her eyes and rolled herself on top of him, straddling his waist as he had hers seconds ago. Absentmindedly, she traced the skin on his bare chest, and Tendou thought she was either incredibly amused with how his skin felt or she was still in a sleepy haze. He didn’t mind though, watching her with a lovestruck grin on his face. He watched her as she slid her hand across his chest to his shoulders, and her fingertips taking sudden interest with his freckles.

“You know what I’ve always found odd?” She said, her pointer finger drawing triangles into his skin, presumably a shape his freckles had made.

“Hm?”

“You’ve got freckles everywhere, except your face.”

“Oh please, don’t say that’s odd.” Tendou snorted. The way her fingertips were running across his shoulders and chest made him sigh, suddenly. “Do you know how much more shit I would’ve gotten from people?”

“Aw darling, don’t say that.” __ cooed, scooting herself back on his lap to kiss at his shoulders.

“I kno-ow.”

“Anyways, I dunno about you, but I think the freckles are gorgeous. They add to your dorky charm.” Tendou shook his head, the silly smile on his face growing wider. He had to bite his lip to contain it. She traced the freckles on his chest and stomach next, drawing shapes and what he could only presume was constellations, the only time she stopped was to mutter, “that looks like a jellyfish”, as she traced a cluster of freckles on his stomach. Tendou didn’t really care what his freckles looked like, all he could focus on was her. Every time she ran her fingertips across his skin a jolt ran up his spine, because even after years of her touch, he was still starved for it. He found himself absentmindedly closing his eyes, even if he was trying so hard to focus on the beautiful little amused smile on her face. Tendou gave into the heaviness of his eyes and chuckled, he was absolutely living. His eyes fluttered back open when __ started fingering with the elastic of his boxers, pulling them down slightly to reveal his hips.

“Satori, darling.” Her fingertips traced gently over the puffy lines on his hip. “How did you get these?”

With anyone else, Tendou would’ve been a nervous wreck discussing the scars on his body, but with her, he couldn’t feel more sane.

“I put ‘em there myself.”

She frowned, but didn’t stop brushing her fingers over them.

“How come I’ve never noticed these?” She frowned, taking the other side of his boxers and pulling them down completely, sliding them off his legs and throwing it to the edge of the bed. “You’ve got a lot, huh?”

Her fingertips moved from his hips to his upper thighs, rubbing at similar puffy scars. Tendou just watched her stare at them, the admiration her eyes once held, gone. The love hadn’t fled, though. In fact, Tendou swore he could see it more.

“I never really pointed them out ‘cause there was no need to.” Tendou shrugged, meeting her eyes. “It’s all in the past. I really don’t feel like that anymore, you know.”

“I know.” Her eyes flickered from his back down to the scars on his thighs. “Can I? Can I, uh…” She shifted himself so that she was face level with his thighs, and ever so softly, pressed a gentle kiss against the scarred areas. He gasped, not out of fear or disgust, but out of pure and utter shock.

“Ba-abe.” Tendou whined, throwing his hands up to his cheeks. “My heart’s gonna explode.”

She looked up at him, mouth agape, before pouting, and pecking another series of kisses along his right thigh. Although Tendou was used to the proximity between her and him, this entire gesture made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. When she shifted her weight and nuzzled into his other thigh, Tendou swore he giggled. He covered his mouth and cheeks with his hand, the latter burning furiously. He did this until she traced a trail of kisses up his stomach and pulled herself up completely, moving his hand away from his mouth herself. She then kissed his lips, short and sweet, before pulling him into a hug.

“I love you.” Tendou muttered into the tresses of her hair in his face.

“I love you too, my perfect angel.”

She gave him one last squeeze before sliding back on the bed. She sat cross legged by his knees, patting on her legs to signal him to kick his up onto hers. He did, careful not to force his weight on her too hard. She then took one of his legs in her hands, running her fingertips up his calves.

“I love how even your leg hair is ginger, wow.” She chuckled, sarcastically. “Makes it easy to see your pale ass skin, though.”

“It’s hard to imagine just two fucking seconds ago you called me your perfect angel, wow.” Tendou mocked her, lightly kicking her in the chest. She laughed, tightening her grip on his calf. He laughed with her.

She continued with her soft touches for a while, sending Tendou back into a relaxed state. After a while though, she stopped, pressing her finger over a certain part on his leg.

“How’d you get this?” __ asked. Tendou sat up and looked at the scar she was pointing at, a dark brown one sitting above his ankle. “It’s the only scar on your legs.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that.” Tendou shook his head. “In my last year of elementary school, my class took a field trip to a petting zoo, and since I was actually ten years old, I thought it would be hysterical to chase after a bunch of chickens-”

“Tendou Satori don’t you dare tell me you got a permanent scar from a flock of chickens.”

“Oh yeah I did. Don’t regret it one bit.” Tendou laughed at the way she shook her head, muttering something about, “I can’t believe I fell in love with you.” After that, she decided to leave his legs alone. She had him flip on his stomach, next, which Tendou had no complaints about. He loved the feeling of nails on his back, and if she took her time there like she did everywhere else, Tendou swore he would fall back to sleep in an instant.

The moment her fingertips brushed against his shoulder blades, Tendou had already melted. He audibly sighed, nuzzing his face into the pillow. He could hear her giggle from behind him, continuing to touch him.

“What are all the scars up by your shoulders from?” She asked him, running the palm of her hand across the nape of his neck to the small of his back.

“Acne scars, babe.”

“Oh.” She peeped. “Sorry.” She leaned in, her palm flat on his back, and kissed hi nape gently.

“For what?” He laughed, flopping back down into the pillow. “This is literally the best day of my li-ife.”

Tendou swore he had reached Nirvana in those next five or so minutes. She traced all the freckles on his back, from where his hairline stopped to where his tail bone lay. He’d sigh every so often, the only indication he was giving her that he was awake. There was a point where she was doing nothing in particular, just scratching up and down his back softly, making his eyelids droop. He swore he was on the brink of passing out once more, just one more gentle touch, but she paused, her hand leaving his skin for a moment before it came in sharp contact with his bum. He whined in protest, but that was covered by her booming laughter.

“Wha’ was that for?” He mumbled, lifting his head up from the pillow to look at her.

“You have freckles on your bum. I thought it was cute.”

“So you slapped me-e?”

“Well, all’s fair in love and war.” She smiled fictitiously. “That wasn’t half as bad as the raspberry.”

Tendou shook his head, leaning across to bed to grab her in his arms. He help her there for a moment before throwing himself back onto the bed. She squealed, although she was silenced by Tendou pressing his lips against hers. She broke away then kissed him again, starting a cycle of soft lips moving against each other while hands roamed. Tendou parted away after a while, resting his forehead against hers.

“I love you…” Was all he said before kissing her again.

Times like these were just his absolute favorite.

This is precious! Like, wow, you are just so frickin’ GREAT at writing Tendou. This inspired me to focus on gentle intimacy and connection for future writings! Well, well done! I had a smile on my face the whole time!

College AU with Tendou and this girl he’s really into. Just a lot of deep conversations, millenials doing millennial things and low-key angst. Do whatever the hell you want with this, I’m sure it’ll be great ♡

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Okay at this point y’all should know letting me go to town with a Tendou promt is gonna end up… special. Thank you so much for this ask by the way. I owe you my life ♡

This was his worst nightmare. He didn’t know how he could possibly wind up late to a one o’clock class on a friday, but somehow, he found a way to do it.

Nobody gave him any odd stares as he slinked through the open doors at 1:27, much to his luck. That didn’t stop his nervous system from roiling, though. He couldn’t help but wonder why today, out of all the days of the year, (although the school year had only being going on for a week and a half) everyone in his literature class decided to show up. There wasn’t an empty seat open, at least, nowhere in the safe zone. The only open area he could see was front and center, and he would rather die than be placed in a situation like that. At this point, he figured if nobody saw him, he could just turn around and head home.

Although, that wasn’t the case.

Through his clunky reading glasses, the professor stared him down. He didn’t say a word but judging by the malice painted on his face, Tendou knew he was going to be in deep shit if he didn’t take a seat. He bowed, and as quick as possible hurried into the open seat in the front. The professor payed him no mind after that, he was one more irrelevant student out of 200. Although, the student next to him seemed to mind him very much. She had her chin rested in the palm of her hand, blowing small gum bubbles whenever the professor had turned his back. She kept sending Tendou a coy side gaze, and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t put him on edge. His options were to either confront her about it and have the ordeal be over with, or stare her down right back. He went with the first option. Clearing his throat lightly, he leaned his cheek against his wrist and shifted himself in front of her line of vision. When she made eye contact with him, it was almost like her entire demeanor vanished. Tendou smirked.

“Any reason you’re staring at me, hm?” He expected her to shake her head and look away, maybe even scoot down the bench a little bit. He wanted her to be afraid of him, it’s what people who gave him dirty looks deserved. He expected fear, but there wasn’t any. Instead she kept a steady gaze and smiled bashfully, the apples of her cheeks flushing generously.

“I’m sorry if I was looking at you funny, uh, you can’t help a r.b.f.” She giggled nervously, her gaze shifting away, “I was looking at your hair, I… I really like it.”

Tendou had not expected this at all. Really, he was almost at a loss for words. He had gotten a set of passive aggressive insults ready and everything, but they were in no case needed. She complimented him. He must’ve made an odd expression, because her eyebrows turned up in confusion.

“Well, uh, thank you.” Is what he managed to splutter out, nodding his head and slowly turning back to the front of the room. The professor was rambling but Tendou hadn’t paid attention to a word he said. The only thing he could think of was the girl sitting next to him. Who was she? She had been the only person to send him a positive vibe on campus, and even if it hadn’t been such a tremendous compliment, it was a lot better than a backhanded “monster” remark. Much better.

Tendou made sure he’d never wind up late for a lit class again. That Tuesday he huddled through the doors at 12:55 with the rest of the class. For some reason, he had been looking out for her, even though he knew he shouldn’t. She was just a person trying to be nice, trying not to make a situation more awkward. She could hurt him, and he didn’t need that. But the moment he saw her already sitting down in the front of the room, blowing the same pink bubbles as she did last time, he made a beeline towards her direction.

“Hey.” He said, placing one hand upon the open desk to her right. “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all!” She peeped, moving her bag closer to her side, allowing him more space to sit.

“Thank you.” He nodded, throwing his bag onto the floor next to him.

“My name is __, by the way. It’s nice to meet you again.”

“__, huh? The name’s Tendou.” He hadn’t been making eye contact with her but he could see her staring at him from the corner of his eye. He liked her, but he didn’t. He refused to believe that she was being nice to him, truly. There had to be some sort of strings attached, some ploy she was scheming, he solely believed she was all but nice. He hated his trust issues.

Class resumed per usual, mostly spent on discussing a popular book everyone had read in high school. He spent the majority of his time on Reddit, not like anyone really noticed, though. Just as fast as it had come, it was now over. He rushed to pick his bag up off the floor before he felt a pat on his shoulder. He turned back around and cocked his head, stank eyes meeting those of a doe.

“Do you have any other classes today?” She inquired, shuffling with her own bag as he did with his.

“No, why?”

“You… wanna go grab a coffee with me or something after this?”

This definitely caught Tendou by surprize. He blinked a few times, then chuckled. He couldn’t help but shake his head.

“And why in the world would you want to do that?” His words dripped with malice, and she seemed confused by his statement. She gaped for a moment before she came up with something to say.

“To get my daily caffeine fix and keep my social life intact? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it was just a suggestion, I mean-”

“Sure, __, I’d love to.” He smiled, slinging his bag over his shoulder and waiting for her to slide out after him. Internally, he was screaming. Although this situation was so simple, it was so hard for him to wrap his mind around. Somebody who barely knew him wanting to get to know more about him. Never, ever in his life had a situation come up like this. It had to be a setup.

While walking next to her, Tendou had noticed a lot of things. She was significantly shorter than him, much shorter than any girl he had been involved with in the past. She had a spring in her step that made her seem more lively than most, but when he looked in her eyes, she had the same lethargic vigor as any other college student. He reckoned that he liked her eyes, though.

“So.” She said, the chilly air around them billowing her breath. “ What made you decide to come here?” Tendou shrugged.

“To get as far away from home as possible, to be honest.” At this she laughed, not because what he said was funny, though.

“I can relate. I think by the middle of senior year I was pretty much just throwing darts at a map and going with the farthest place away from there.”

“Ah, don’t tell me you really did that, now? You must have an aspiration in mind, right?” __ looked up at Tendou and shrugged, then sighed.

“I mean, I’ve always wanted to become a neurosurgeon, but I don’t think that’s gonna happen. What about you?” She looked up at him, but didn’t receive a response. This girl had to be kidding, Tendou thought.

“Clearly you’re smart enough to even think about being a neurosurgeon. Don’t give me that ‘I can’t do it’ bullshit.” He stuck his tongue out at her, to which she snorted in response. “I’m here for law, doesn’t that sound fun?”

“Like a lawyer? What made you want to be a lawyer?”

“Well, what made you decide you want to cut into people’s skulls for a living?”

“My sadistic streak.”

Tendou shot her a look out of the corner of his eye. He sucked his lips in and shook his head, holding back a smirk.

“I was so-o joking ple-ease don’t take that seriously.” She covered her mouth with her hands. She shook her head apologetically and Tendou couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

“Why should I listen to you? It might just be another one of your sadistic thoughts, hm?”

“Oh, this is a horrible first impression. I’m so sorry.”

“Sadists don’t say sorry, __.” She gaped, then popped her lips.

“On the topic of sadism, what kind of things are you into?” She inquired.

“Are you asking me about my kinks or what I do for fun?”

“The second one!”

“Well, uh, the first one could apply to both.” He smirked, only for her to wiggle her eyebrows. “But uh, to sum me up, I’m basically just a taller than average nerd.”

“Well, I’m a shorter than average nerd, it’s nice to meet my kin.”

They arrived at the coffee shop near his dorm room a quick minute later. He didn’t know what to think of __, not one bit. For now, he decided that he liked her. She got him. At least, she got the person he presented himself as. She listened to everything he had to say and more, and judging by her demeanor she liked talking to him. He found out she liked anime and could name all 196 countries on earth. He found out she was a dancer in high school but quit because she had to, not because she wanted to. He told her all about Shiratorizawa, the good parts, at least. He brushed the thin skin above the hard flesh and decided that, if they were to stay friends, he’d let her in on the cruelty later on. Her coffee order was just as odd as she was, it took her longer to explain than it actually took them to make. She was different, Tendou could sense it, and he could sense something else creeping up on him too.

At the end of it all she had given him her phone number. He warned her that he may just send an onslaught of memes to her at three in the morning, but that made her want to give him her number even more. “I’d rather get unsolicited memes than unsolicited nudes”, is what she said. He had dropped her off at her dorm at six and on his entire walk home he felt dizzy. He was overthinking again, but it couldn’t be helped. Although in the front of his mind, all was positive. She liked him, she wasn’t afraid of him. She complimented his hair and his freckles and his sense of humor. She was flirting with him, she liked him. There was nobody she was using him for, she said it herself that she barely knew anybody. But why couldn’t he bring himself to believe her? Maybe one day, he’d bring it up to her. For now, he just wanted to pass out.

“You wanna get deep, Satori?”

It was a question she had asked at two in the morning on the friday night before spring break. A question that made his heart race out of his chest. They were alone in his dorm room along with dozens of empty soda cans, all the lights off besides the cheap lamp on his nightstand. They sat on his bed, legs crossed, facing each other. For the longest time none of them said a word, before Tendou let out a sigh.

“You really wanna get deep with me, __?”

“I’ve wanted to get deep with you since the day we met.” She shrugged, taking a subconscious sip of her coffee. “Is that weird?”

“Kinda… not judging though.” Tendou shrugged. He cracked his neck and placed his half empty can of coke on the nightstand. “I trust you well enough to tell you my tragic anime villain backstory. You cool with that?”

“Lay it on me.”

Tendou sat silent for a moment, contemplating the situation he was wedged into. It was way too late and he was already high on the feeling of sleep deprivation, and there was nothing left for him to lose.

“I was kind of a weird child. Hell, I’m still a weird child depending on who you ask. Ah, weird elementary schooler, we’ll go with that. I’ve always loved volleyball ‘cause its so fast paced without getting physical. I was addicted to that… rush. You prolly don’t get what I mean by that.”

“I feel what you mean.”

“Good. I started playing when I was six or seven-ish. Loved it. Didn’t love me though. The other kids… the other kids would bully me. A lot. I was called a… a monster. They didn’t like my hair or my eyes or my freckles or the way I moved…. I was just a human version of road bump. In their way. They’d beat me up but I never fought back. I always went home with a split lip or a black eye… tons of scrapes. It was really hard… insanely. I ended up beating one of them in a volleyball match with this block, which pretty much became my signature. I told you ‘bout the Guess Block, right? I wasn’t bullied as much after that, at least, not physically. Middle school sucked. I mean, middle school sucked for everyone, right? My teammates talked so much shit, so did my coach. I was included but damn, I was never included. Nobody liked me but I kinda just had to deal with that. I didn’t even like myself. Until high school came. Damn, when I say high school was the best three years of my life, I mean it. Best team ever, awesome group of guys. The type of people who would kick someone’s teeth in if they looked at you funny. It was acceptance, I… I loved it. Sometimes I even forgot that people ever hated me ‘cause these guys made up for every shitty moment of my life up until then. I wanna say those were the only friends I’ve ever had. The only people who didn’t see me as… a monster. Graduation sucked, it was like leaving the only paradise I had ever known. I’m proud to say I cried for three days straight in my bedroom afterwards. You can quote me on that if you ever need blackmail, by the way, __. When I met you here I think I was sceptical about you for two months straight. I’ve never met somebody who was nice to me outside of that volleyball team and you were just… weird. Like, what’s this pretty girl talking to me for? She’s using me, she’s so using me. I dated two girls in the past, one I dated for a week before she cheated on me with another guy in my class, horrible, right? And another dated me for a day and broke it off ‘cause she told me the only reason she got with me was to get closer to the volleyball captain. The volleyball captain was my actual best friend, just to let you know. Then uh, I met you and you were nice to me. You were genuinely the first person out of the team to not think I’m a monster and… and I dunno. That’s my fucked up life, beat that.”

She didn’t say a word as he finished up his rant. His face was red and he refused to look her in the eye. She knew it now. She knew the roots of his trust issues and his depression, the thoughts he’s never told anyone. She was silent as she reached over and pulled him into her arms, holding him tight as he shook. His arms found their way around her middle and he pulled her closer towards him, nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. Tendou decided that this was nice, he could live like this.

“I’m so sorry, Satori.”

“It’s alright.”

“You know, the first time I saw you I thought you were crazy attractive?”

“Really?”

“That’s why I was staring at you. I could’ve screamed.”

“You’re lying.”

She said nothing after that, compensating to running her fingers through his matted hair.

“Satori?” She peeped after a moment of brief silence. He sniffled, lifting his head out of the crook of her neck.

“Hm?”

“You know those two girls you dated?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Have you ever been kissed?”

Satori gawked at her with wide eyes. If his heart hadn’t been hammering before it sure was now. He sighed, and shook his head.

“Will I be the biggest loser on earth if I say no, I haven’t?”

“No…” she shook her head. She blinked slowly then sighed. “Satori, can I kiss you?”

His mind went blank for a moment. It was now three in the morning and nothing else mattered to him besides her, sitting in his arms and looking at him like he meant the world to her.

“Yes.”

So she did.

She cradled his head in the palm of her hand and wasted no time in pressing her lips against his. He had short circuited, his mind even more scrambled than it had been before. He didn’t know what to do so he just went with whatever he could. His nose bumped against hers, same goes for teeth, but she was soft. She pulled away for a split second and let out a puff of air, then went back to delicately kissing him.

She pulled away after a moment, looking into his eyes and brushing the pad of her thumbs across his cheeks. She was flushed up to the core, and it made Satori smile.

“You deserve to be loved, Satori. You deserve everything. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met and I’m insanely proud of you. I love you.” She whispered, thumbs still brushing circles across his freckled cheeks. Her words made him tear up, but she didn’t notice. Maybe she did, but payed no mind to it. She loved him. That’s all he ever wanted to hear.

“I love you too, __. Thank you.”

He didn’t quite remember what happened next, it all being just a sleep induced blur. What he did know is that the next morning he woke up with her cradled in his arms, under the covers with her hands in his hair. For the first time in ages, he had woken up happy. He didn’t want to move, hell, he didn’t even want to think. He wanted her to kiss him again, he wanted to tell her he loved her again. He wanted her to be his.

For the first time in his life, Tendou Satori had felt loved.

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