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from beretta, with love
english
M (for violence), 5.3k words
last part of the espionage au
written for @tendousatori-week 2025 day 1 – miracle
“And you, Ushijima Wakatoshi, are the strongest bargaining chip when it comes to Tendou Satori.”
http://archiveofourown.org/works/65414692

#haikyuu#ushiten#tendou satori#ushijima wakatoshi#牛天#my writings#from beretta with love#tendouweek2025#day 1#media type: fanfiction#prompt used: miracle#happy birthday tendou satori!
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thunderball
english
M (for violence), 5.2k words
espionage au, part 4 of from beretta, with love
written as a late submission for taichi days day 3 – spy
Yamagata Hayato, the infamous 007, has never known anything but to fight fire with fire.
Kawanishi Taichi, the newly-anointed Quartermaster, has been warned about this.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/65148109

#haikyuu#kawagata#yamagata hayato#kawanishi taichi#taichi days 2025#my writings#from beretta with love
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Interest Check!

Tendou Week is a week-long event celebrating our beloved Tendou Satori from May 18-24, accepting fanfics, fanart, and other fannish content. Let's show our love for him!
You can find the interest check form here.
Hope to see everyone there!
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carmine promises
Early March, 2013. On nail polishes, racing hearts, and a bond lasting a lifetime.
On their last summer in high school, Satori barrels through Wakatoshi and Reon’s shared dorm room with a grin, arms full with a box of nail polishes in every color imaginable.
Oh, well.
Last time Wakatoshi checked, nail products were banned from the school’s premises.
How Satori managed to collect this amount, undetected up until today, she may never know, but she knows better than to ruin the glint of mischief in Satori’s eyes, whiskers dimples showing under overgrown, choppy bangs.
Satori’s grin turns softer, and Wakatoshi aches. Her fluttering heart still threatens to beat out of her chest whenever they’re alone, even after years of friendship and months of dating.
“It will be fun!” She says, ruby eyes sparkling with glee, and before Wakatoshi gets to answer that no, there is nothing fun about possibly getting detention, she doubles down with a pout that drains any remaining fight out of Wakatoshi’s mind.
Ushijima Wakatoshi is a force of nature, an ace, the best in the country. Yet, when it comes to Tendou Satori, she is powerless to do anything other than to follow her every whims and wishes, anything to put a smile on her face.
It is not a weakness, she thinks.
It takes strength to love and be loved in return.
Satori then excitedly gives Wakatoshi a hand massage and tells her to pick a color, recommending some she thinks will look great on her. She leans more towards an olive green, a shade lighter than her hair, and a rich deep brown that would suit the golden hue of her skin.
She steers her away from the grays and purples Eita prefers. Too gloomy, she tuts.
“Semi also uses these?” Wakatoshi asks.
Satori nods, her focus dedicated to unraveling the knot of muscle inside Wakatoshi’s palm. “Some are hers, actually! This is, like, our shared stash.”
The crease between Wakatoshi’s brows deepens. It is uncomfortable, she realizes, when the image of Satori holding Semi’s hand like this when they paint their nails together comes to her mind unbidden. Their palms slotting together, faces close enough to feel each other’s breath—
Sue her for wanting to keep Satori all to herself. From their first practice as an opposing team (where Satori’s perfectly timed blocks killed nearly all of her monster spikes), amicable friendship blossomed, but it wasn’t until their second year, caught in the rain together, that everything shifted.
Shivering, drenched to the bones, Satori took her hands to warm them up, and Wakatoshi knew she had wanted her then.
“I would like to use red polish.”
“Oh, a bold choice!” Satori exclaims, eyebrows raised. “As expected from our ace! I have a lot of reds here, come take a look.”
Vermillion, venetian, burgundy, different undertones, different finishes. Some have glitters, the colors shifting from different angles. Her head spins with possibilities. In the end, though, she picks up an exact match to Satori’s eyes and sets it between them.
“This one.”
There is something fleeting on Satori’s face, raw and vulnerable, but she does not say anything and sets out to work. She takes a foam and buffs Wakatoshi’s nails with it, then wipes each nail clean before taking a flask with a clear liquid inside, her grip gentle.
“See, Waka-chan, base coat first, so the color has something nice to stick onto!”
One thing about Tendou Satori, one Wakatoshi has learned and most people ignore, is that she is meticulous in everything she does.
Watching it on court is an experience, but this up close, it’s a blessing. Hands steady, wide eyes sharpening in single-mindedness, pink tongue peeking out in utmost concentration.
It wouldn’t take much to lean in for a kiss.
But what Wakatoshi does, instead, is reach out to brush the wisps of hair out of Satori’s eyes. Her touch lingers, hooking the strands behind her ears before coming down to caress her cheek, thumb grazing over her prominent cheekbone.
“Your hair seems to bother you.”
Satori lets out a tiny gasp, face flushed as bright as her hair. She almost leans into the touch before catching herself, shaking her head as she tries to recover some composure.
“You can’t do that while I’m working,” she scolds softly, even as her voice wavers with affection, unexpectedly bashful. “You’ll mess up my hard work, Waka.”
Wakatoshi minutely shrugs, not even a drop of shame after being admonished. When it’s all done, Satori guides her hands to rest over a pillow to let the polish dry.
“Alright, Waka-chan, the prettiest!” Satori preens, pleased with the result. “What do you think? It’s simple, isn’t it? You can do it on your own when I’m gone, I’m sure!”
Gone. The word lands like a punch, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
They’d talked about it before, of course. Over midnight snacks, under shared blankets, Satori had told her she wouldn’t continue playing volleyball and wanted to pursue culinary arts. Where else would be better than Paris? It was a plan Satori had had for as long as Wakatoshi had known her.
And what exactly could she say to that? Of course she’ll let her go. Wakatoshi loves her enough to watch her leave, wings soaring to follow her dreams, no matter how far France seems to be.
Yet it does not make it any easier, doesn’t stop the quiet, selfish part of her from wishing Satori would stay.
“No.”
Satori blinks, freezes. “No?”
“When you aren’t here, I would like to have my nails bare.” Wakatoshi’s voice is hopeful as she explains. “But, in the off-seasons, you can paint them for me when I visit.”
It’s the closest Wakatoshi can come to asking Satori to stay without actually saying the words. A hope, built on shared tomorrows and hours of future flights, that what they have is strong enough to overcome their distance, that this separation is just a prelude to quiet reunions, chocolate-stained kisses and painted fingernails.
There’s a pause, one too long, and Wakatoshi worries she has said the wrong thing. Pushed too far, asked for something Satori can’t promise, doesn't even want to promise. But then Satori exhales a quiet laugh, bright, and the tension breaks, a sunshine streaming down on a cloudy day.
“Okay, Wakatoshi.” She looks up at Wakatoshi from underneath her lashes and searches her gaze for a beat, delightfully shy. “That’s a promise.”
This time, Wakatoshi leans in for a kiss. She doesn’t see any reason not to.
At the 2024 Olympic, Japan’s national team captain Ushijima Wakatoshi sports a manicure for her final match against Italy, short-trimmed nails adorned with intricate patterns in blazing crimson.
In the stands, a carmine-haired woman, with the captain’s match-worn jersey hanging off her frame, wears the same design on her fingers, this time in all green.
(also cross-posted on ao3, here.)
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temperance
tendou satori-centric
english
T, 3.3k words
canon divergent, set in 2015
“You have quite the talent, but you lack discipline.” The head chocolatier watched Satori fail, watched him refine. “This is not guesswork. Again.”
http://archiveofourown.org/works/64392595

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the living daylights
english
M (for violence), 4.8k words
espionage au, part 3 of from beretta, with love
written for semishira week 2025 day 6 – forbidden love, “Remember when I asked for your opinion? Me neither.”
Semi Eita struggles with the aftermath.
Shirabu Kenjirou just wants to stay afloat most of the time.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/63839059

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Tendou will shamelessly use Ushijima as a shield to get away with significant pranks against his teammates because he knows they're all slightly afraid of him and Ushijima always favours his best friend in any confrontation.
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Semi, stumbling into the locker room covered in glue and feathers: I am going to *kill* you-
Tendou, sitting behind Ushijima: "What? Me?
Semi, threateningly approaching: Dont play dumb you know exactly what you did and I'm gonna break your damn-
Ushijima: *stands up*
Semi, scrambling backwards: Nevermind, good day.
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Yamagata, chasing Tendou through the halls with all the white parts of his uniform dyed pink: GET BACK HERE YOU BASTARD I'M GONNA-
Tendou, sprinting around a corner and catching up with Ushijima (he knew where he would be) and sliding under his arm to stick close to his side:
Yamagata, rounding the corner and skidding to a stop:
Ushijima: What were you saying?
Yamagata:
Ushijima:
Yamagata: Nothing.
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full house
english
T, 6k words
written for Shiratorizawa Week 2025 day 5: reunion
“So,” Jin puts his arm around Goshiki and smiles at the rest of the team around the table, still their vice captain even after all these years, “how’s life?”
The volleyball team holds an annual get-together and the 2012 Interhigh team is reunited for the first time since graduation day. From Paris, to Kodaira, to Sendai City, it’s a story of first loves, second chances, three glasses of drinks, four more years of distance, and maybe, just maybe, fifth time’s the charm.
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tender fire
english
explicit, 4.3k words
canon divergence
written for ushiten day 2025
15 years is a long time. 15 years is too short of a time.
(or, the letter that defines what Tendou Satori means to Ushijima Wakatoshi)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61973737

#haikyuu#ushiten#ushijima wakatoshi#tendou satori#ushijima x tendou#牛天#my writings#happy ushiten day everyone!
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for your eyes only
chapter 3: for your eyes only
“I knew you would come back to me.” Wakatoshi whispers in full lucidity, still as frighteningly honest as the first and the last time Satori saw him, ribbons of flames around them reflected in the pair of his green eyes. “I knew you would.”
#haikyuu#ushiten#tendou satori#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima x tendou#牛天#my writings#for your eyes only#from beretta with love
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took a flight, through aurora skies
why can’t I let go of this?
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ch 2 came with a little cameo from @anooonwrites's The Many Misfortune and Perfectly Ill Timing of Tendou Satori ;) it is one of my favorite tendou-centric, ushiten fic! if you haven't read it, give it a go now!!!
for your eyes only
chapter 2: live and let die
He kills for a living, for revenge, for the thrill of it, red handprints visible under a trained eye. He kills and will be killed someday if anyone manages to do it. He sins and gets punished by said sins. It’s a fair trade.
Here I am, Tendou thinks. Here is the monster you’ve been waiting to see.
Do you see, now?
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for your eyes only
chapter 2: live and let die
He kills for a living, for revenge, for the thrill of it, red handprints visible under a trained eye. He kills and will be killed someday if anyone manages to do it. He sins and gets punished by said sins. It’s a fair trade.
Here I am, Tendou thinks. Here is the monster you’ve been waiting to see.
Do you see, now?
#haikyuu#ushiten#tendou satori#ushijima wakatoshi#ushijima x tendou#牛天#my writings#for your eyes only#from beretta with love
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ushiten wins the poll ;;;) expect ch 2 of for your eyes only later today!!!
made a silly promise on twitter about posting ch 2 of for your eyes only a week sooner than scheduled if ushiten wins a poll for ushijima’s best ship… if all goes well i will post it tomorrow ;)
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made a silly promise on twitter about posting ch 2 of for your eyes only a week sooner than scheduled if ushiten wins a poll for ushijima’s best ship… if all goes well i will post it tomorrow ;)
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