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ihavenoideaz · 1 day ago
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˗ˏˋ kenma kuzome aesthetic ˎˊ˗
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ihavenoideaz · 1 day ago
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XO (Only If You Say Yes)
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You and Kenma had never been particularly close up until today. Practice was canceled due to an upcoming snowstorm, but you and Kenma just had to make that last minute convenience store run. The snow begun to pick up and Kenma offered to let you stay at his house to wait it out.
warnings: kissing (does this need a warning??), tooth rotting fluff, implied afab reader (but can be interpreted as any tbh)
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You’d always found him intriguing. Kenma was an incredibly introverted boy, often keeping to himself and preferring to play on his switch instead of interacting with others. He didn’t seem much for conversation either. He was more of an observer anyways…it was easier that way.
Being the manager of the Nekoma boys volleyball team, you made it your mission to try and be friendly with all the members. I mean, it was part of your job wasn’t it?
On the first day you had already befriended Kuroo and Yaku, and by the end of the first week you were on good terms with the entire team…all except for Kenma.
It wasn’t like you didn’t try, you did! You went up to him and introduced yourself; asked him about himself, but all you earned in response were short uninterested answers and small awkward glances away from him. Still, that didn’t deter you from wanting to befriend the boy. Quite the opposite actually, it just made you want to try even harder to break down those walls of his.
Over the next few months you would start small conversations with him before practice, and after practice you’d hand him water like you did to the rest of the team. That was pretty much the only interaction you got with him.
“Your backset has improved. Good job today Kozume.” You hummed as you handed him a water bottle.
‘Kozume’
Kenma’s eyebrows furrowed slightly whenever you’d call him that, but you never took notice of it. Why would you? Using one’s last name wasn’t uncommon, so why did it bother him so much?
Kuroo overheard you talking to Kenma and approached from behind before he spoke.
“No fair! Kenma gets praise and I don’t?” He pouted teasingly as he wrapped an arm around Kenma’s shoulder, earning a small glare from the pudding haired boy. You rolled your eyes at Kuroo’s teasing before tossing a water bottle towards him.
“Try harder and maybe next time i’ll praise you too.” You put a hand on your hip and watched as Kuroo effortlessly caught the cool bottle. He clutched his heart dramatically in hurt as he let go of Kenma.
“Damn, you’re cold.” Kuroo sighed before he grinned at you. He opened the water bottle before chugging half of it and walking off to go talk to Lev.
You rolled your eyes again before looking back to Kenma. He glanced away awkwardly before taking a sip of his own water.
“Thanks for the water.” He spoke. It wasn’t often you heard much out of him other than a hum, so hearing his soft voice was a bit of a surprise. You blinked before nodding.
“Yeah…” You hummed back with a small smile. Seems like you were finally making progress with him…
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Well you thought you had made progress. However, in the following weeks you had little to no interaction with Kenma. The season had picked up and there was little time to talk before practice. After practice you swore Kenma teleported out the door with how fast he gathered his bags and left once that final whistle was called.
It was winter now, and due to the gyms little heating, you stood shivering on the sidelines as you watched practice as usual. When practice was over you watched Kenma walking up to you. Your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as you blew on your hands trying to warm them up.
“Here.” Kenma spoke as he stood in front of you. He reached into the pocket of his sweatpants before handing you a hand warmer.
“Hm?” You hummed before taking the hand warmer from him. Your fingertips brushed against each other and you swore you felt your hands heat up just from that. You watched as he glanced away at the contact, moving his hands awkwardly into his pockets.
“You looked cold…” Kenma mumbled as he lowered his head into the hood of his jacket. A nervous habit you noticed he’d do whenever he felt awkward.
You glanced down at the warm cloth in your hand before closing your palm around it; feeling the warmth spread throughout your frigid skin. A soft smile formed on your lips as you glanced back up at him. The simple gesture making your heart flutter.
“Thank you.” You spoke; your own nervousness began to seep into your voice as you held the hand warmer in your palm.
The two of you avoided eye contact for a moment. The awkwardness was still there between you, but it was lessened now.
Kenma cleared his throat before mumbling a goodbye to you and walking out of the gym. You nodded in response before looking back down at your palm. The warmth from the hand warmer and the interaction seeping through your cold body. Maybe he was actually warming up to you…
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Winter had really begun to pick up and a soft blanket of white snow covered the ground. You nestled your head further into your scarf as you made your way to the gym for practice. On your way there you noticed Kenma standing in front of the doors reading a sheet of paper plastered to it. You noticed the furrow in his eyebrows as he read it before he let out a sigh; the action releasing a soft puff of warmth into the cold air.
You made your way over to him, standing next to him as you read the paper for yourself.
‘Boys Volleyball practice cancelled due to weather’
“Practice’s cancelled.” Kenma spoke up as he glanced over at you. You’d just finished reading the paper when he said that.
“Coach didn’t even bother to say anything?” You scoffed as you looked at the gym doors. Kenma shook his head in response before he began to walk away. His sudden departure wasn’t unexpected, but you found yourself reaching out for him. You retracted you hand just before it could reach him, but you spoke up.
“Kozume, wait.”
Kenma did just that. He stopped walking before glancing over his shoulder at you with a curious look in his golden eyes.
“Uhm…” You started nervously. What had gotten into you??
“Since practice is canceled, do you wanna…uhm maybe go to the convenience store with me?” You asked; glancing down at the snowy ground as you prepared yourself for rejection.
He blinked in surprise before he nodded.
“Sure.” He agreed. Your eyes widened in surprise at the fact that he agreed. You glanced up at him expecting to see an indifferent look on his face, and though he still held that neutral expression of his, you could see a hint of nervousness in his own eyes.
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The two of you walked in the snow to the nearby convenience store in silence. You knew Kenma wasn’t much for conversation, so you didn’t force any.
Kenma stopped just outside the store at a vending machine. He reached into the pocket of jacket before slotting in four coins. He pressed a button for a bottle of apple juice. The surprisingly childish choice intrigued you. You hadn’t expected that from him.
You glanced away before pulling out the hand warmer Kenma had given to you a few weeks ago; playing with it in your hands absentmindedly before you felt a cold shock suddenly touch your cheek.
You flinched before looking up at Kenma who was holding two cans of apple juice. Though half of his face was buried in that jacket of his, you could see a hint of amusement in his eyes at the reaction he got from you.
You glared playfully at him before taking the can and taking a sip. The cool liquid didn’t help warm your already freezing body, but the gesture was appreciated.
“You kept it?” Kenma spoke up as he glanced toward your palm. The hand warmer sat in your cold hand as you sipped on your juice.
“Of course I did.” You scoffed lightly as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Why? Did you think I’d throw it out or something?” You raised an eyebrow.
Kenma just shrugged before he pulled the collar of his jacket further up to cover his nose and cheeks which were slightly pink. Must be from the cold.
‘Cute…’ you thought before mentally reprimanding yourself for thinking that. You two were barely even friends, and this was your first hangout. You weren’t going to mess it up with feelings like that…
Kenma stepped toward the door of the convenience store before holding it open for you. The small gesture earned a small flutter in your heart from you before you walked inside. You beelined it toward the pastries, earning a look of amusement from Kenma.
You were crouched down looking through the various types of bread before you felt a hand brush past you. Kenma reached by your head for a packaged apple pie. Surely he didn’t do that on purpose…so why did that unintentional contact make your cheeks heat up?
You quickly grabbed a curry bread and a small strawberry pastry before making your way toward the counter. Before he could refuse, you grabbed the pie from Kenma’s hand and placed it on the counter.
“I’ll pay.” You hummed. Kenma knew better than to protest, but he still sighed, feeling guilty for having you pay even if the pie was only 100 yen.
You paid for the food and grabbed the small plastic bag off the counter before your eyes trailed over to Kenma. He was standing by the door playing a game on his phone.
You stared for a few moments at the way his fingers danced across the screen. He had nice hands…smooth and slender, and honestly bigger than you thought they’d be. His fingers were long, and he kept good care of his nails since they were short and clean.
He must’ve felt your eyes on him because he slowly looked up at you. And for once, neither of your eyes darted away. You could feel your cheeks heat up again with that familiar warmth.
“All done?” Kenma asked, putting his phone in his pocket as he reached for the bag. You nodded as you allowed him to take the bag from you.
The two of you made your way outside, feeling a shock as the frigid air hit both of you. You shivered slightly and lifted your scarf further up on your face in an attempt to stay warm. It had begun to snow a little more since you’d left school with Kenma, and it looked like it might storm.
You honestly weren’t sure where to go from here. You wanted to continue hanging out with Kenma, but the weather was starting to get bad. Kenma had begun to walk ahead, but when he noticed you weren’t following him he stopped. The snow had started falling a little heavier. Kenma looked up at the sky and you could see little white snowflakes landing on his two-toned hair.
You stood and admired him for a moment before he caught you staring again. When you didn’t look away you swore you saw his cheeks flush, and it wasn’t from the cold.
“Weather’s getting bad…” Kenma spoke up as he walked towards you.
“My house is nearby…if you wanna wait there.” His invitation had no pressure behind it. It was entirely up to you.
Of course you couldn’t turn him down. Not when a clear opportunity to get closer to him presented itself to you.
“Really?” You asked, just to make sure he wasn’t bluffing. Kenma raised an eyebrow at your skepticism.
“Yeah. Come on.” He turned around, but not before glancing over his shoulder to check if you were following. You couldn’t hide the smile from your face as you walked side-by-side with him all the way to his house.
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By the time you’d made it to his house the snow had gotten intense. Kenma unlocked the door before holding it open to let you in. The two of you stood in the doorway, brushing snow off your coats and taking off your shoes. Kenma’s house was warm and cozy compared to the icy outdoors.
The lights were off all throughout the house. Must not be anybody home.
Kenma’s hair was slightly damp from the melted snow that had collected on it, and so was his uniform. You were the same; standing shivering in your damp clothes.
“My room’s upstairs.” Kenma spoke as he walked in front of you in the direction of his room. You followed close behind, admiring his home. When you got to his room, it looked almost exactly as you’d imagined. Relatively clean, but with an unmade bed. He had a tv in front of his bed and to the side he had a desk with a large gaming pc. In the corner of his room was a slightly deflated volleyball. Kuroo probably left it there, and knowing Kenma it hadn’t gotten much use since.
“If you want to borrow some clothes I don’t mind.” Kenma spoke up gently. He seemed to have noticed your damp uniform and the way it made you shiver.
Your eyes widened slightly at the offer. The thought of wearing his clothes…it made your heart race. Were you really close enough to be doing this? Being at his house, and wearing his clothes?
Before you could respond Kenma had already made his way to his closet. He skimmed through its contents (mainly hoodies and loose t-shirts), before pulling out a black hoodie. He walked past you to his drawers before pulling out some grey sweatpants.
“Here. The bathrooms down the hall to your right.” He spoke as he handed the clothes to you. You could feel your cheeks flush as you thanked him and made your way down the hall.
You shut the bathroom door gently behind you. Once you were inside you stripped off your damp uniform before slipping on the clothes he’d lended you. The hoodie was obviously a bit too big for you, and so were the sweatpants, but they fit comfortably.
You gently nuzzled your face into the warm hoodie, inhaling the scent from it. It smelled like him. A mix of something woodsy and cinnamon. The warm smell filled your nose as you felt the soft fabric against your skin.
You sighed softly before looking in the mirror. Seeing yourself in his clothes was strange, but somehow it felt right.
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Once you made your way back to his room, Kenma was sat on the floor by his bed, holding his switch and playing a game. He had gotten changed himself into a matching black hoodie and red sweatpants. When he noticed your return he glanced up at you.
His eyes trailed down your body in his clothes for a moment before he glanced away. The faintest dusting of pink formed on his cheeks, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.
You silently took a seat next to him on the floor. Your knees brushing together at the proximity, but neither of you made any attempts to move. You glanced over his shoulder and watched as he played animal crossing.
The silence between you was comfortable. You reached into the bag of convenience store snacks from earlier before opening up the strawberry pastry you’d bought on a whim.
Bringing the soft pastry up to your lips, you slowly looked away from him, instead focusing your gaze up to his ceiling. You ate the sugary pastry while he continued to play.
You hadn’t noticed yourself spacing out until you felt his knee brush against yours again. He had put his switch down and was turned towards you a little.
Your eyes trailed over to his in curiosity. His expression, though still pretty neutral, had a hint of something else behind it. He seemed like he had something to say.
“Is there…any reason you invited me out today?” He asked calmly, though there was a small hint of nervousness behind that simple question. His eyes were focused down at his lap as he asked.
The question hung in the air for a moment as you thought of the best way to answer. You shifted to face him a little more as you watched him continue to avoid your gaze.
“I wanted to hang out with you.” You answered simply. You noticed the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he glanced up at you.
“That’s it…?” He asked. He seemed to have picked up on your vague answer and knew you were holding back.
You paused as you bit your lip nervously before you spoke again.
“Well, I wanted to spend time with you to be closer, I guess…” You mumbled shyly. Why was this so nerve racking? The question itself wasn’t anything major.
You didn’t look at Kenma until you heard a sound from him. A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Your eyes immediately shot up to see him holding a hand over his mouth. This was the first time you’d ever seen him express this much emotion, and even if it was him laughing at you, you couldn’t help but want to see more of it.
“What? Why are you laughing?” You asked with a small scoff; your cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
“It’s nothing…” Kenma paused to collect himself before he spoke again.
“It’s just I’m happy to hear you say that. I…feel the same.” He spoke with a shy smile. He held your gaze as his small confession hung in the air. His cheeks were dusted a similar pink as yours and you both unconsciously leaned in closer.
You were already in close proximity to him, but now your faces were mere inches apart. You could feel his body heat against yours as your hands brushed against each other. Kenma looked at you like he still had something to ask.
He took in a small shaky breath before he leaned in closer. His eyes flit down to your lips before he looked back to your eyes.
“Can I kiss you…?” He asked in a soft whisper. He sounded nervous, almost like he was prepared for you to reject him.
Your heart leapt in your chest when he asked that and you felt yourself leaning in.
“Yes.” You answered in a whisper.
That was all Kenma needed to hear before he leaned in fully.
Your lips met in a gentle kiss. It started out tentative and slow, almost as if he expected you to pull away immediately. When he noticed you hadn’t he raised a hand to cup your face and kiss you deeper. His hand was shaking slightly, and the kiss was a bit clumsy, but it also took your breath away.
Your eyes closed as you let out a small sigh into his lips. As he pulled away you had to stop yourself from chasing after his lips again.
He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against yours and you could feel his soft breath against your lips still.
“Kozume…” You spoke in a breathless whisper. Kenma opened his eyes as he continued to hold your face in his hands.
“Kenma.” He corrected you in his own breathless whisper.
“Call me Kenma, please.” He asked you. You were surprised at the correction, but nodded nonetheless. It made sense…there was no need to be formal with him, especially after today.
“Kenma.” You corrected yourself with a gentle smile.
“Can I kiss you again?” You asked with a shy smile. He nodded as a faint smile formed on his own lips.
“Please.” He whispered as you connected your lips with his again. This time you were more confident. Your lips slowly moved against his as his slender hands trailed down to hold your waist and bring you closer. He gently gripped at your waist to ground himself as he continued to kiss you.
You broke the kiss after a moment to catch your breath. Kenma pulled away as well and was panting softly. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you with a slightly dazed expression. His lips were a bit swollen and his cheeks were flushed red.
A silence settled between you two as he still held you. This was a different type of silence though. It was no longer awkward. Instead, the air seemed to be filled with the feelings you two held for each other that had now been brought to light.
Kenma’s slender hand moved to brush some hair out of your face and behind your ear. You leaned into his touch as he did so, and you continued to smile at him.
“Is this…a one time thing?” You asked softly. You hoped it wouldn’t be.
“Do you want it to be?” Kenma asked. Of course he left it up to you. And of course the answer was no. You didn’t want it to be.
“No. I don’t.” You answered with a small shake of your head. This earned a gentle smile from Kenma as he nodded.
“Good. Because I didn’t want it to be.” Kenma hummed in a soft whisper before he kissed you again.
You had finally broken down those walls of his, and gotten closer to him in a way you only could have hoped to.
X-O, X-O
Kiss me
Don't let go
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yaaaay first post!
i love kenma sm so i hope i did him justice with this fic
title and fic r based off of the song XO (Only If You Say Yes) by Enhypen :)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN
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ihavenoideaz · 2 days ago
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How to use Em Dash (—) and Semi Colon ( ; )
Since the ai accusations are still being thrown around, here's how i personally like to use these GASP ai telltales. 🦄✨
Em Dashes (—)
To emphasize a shift / action / thought.
They're accusing us—actually accusing us—of using AI.
To add drama.
They dismissed our skills as AI—didn't even think twice, the dimwits—and believed they were onto something.
To insert a sudden thought. Surely they wouldn't do that to us—would they?
To interrupt someone's speech. "Hey, please don't say that. I honed my craft through years of blood and tears—" "Shut up, prompter."
To interrupt someone's thoughts / insert a sudden event.
We're going to get those kudos. We're going to get those reblogs—
A chronically online Steve commented, “it sounds like ai, idk.”
Semi Colons ( ; )
To join two closely related independent sentences / connect ideas.
Not only ChatGPT is capable of correct punctuation; who do you think it learned from in the first place?
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Ultimate pro tip: use them whenever the fuck you want. You don't owe anyone your creative process. 🌈
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ihavenoideaz · 2 days ago
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I have drama club tmr and a guy texted into the group chat that he hasn't memorized his lines at all.
Hes literally in the main cast
I'm done
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ihavenoideaz · 3 days ago
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so much more than just friends 🥹
all credits to the original artist @warawarayii on X
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ihavenoideaz · 4 days ago
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SOOO SWEEETT
Can you write something fluffy for Tendou? Maybe how you met and how he fell for you or something? I don't really care much what, just lots of fluff please <33
Guess My Feelings
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A/N: Thank you for the request! I love writing for Tendou—he's my favorite character—so this was really fun!
synopsis: You transfer to Shiratorizawa in your third year and become the volleyball team's manager, quickly catching the eye of a certain redheaded middle blocker — and just as swiftly as you win his attention, he quietly steals your heart in return.
content/warning: Tendou Satori x fem!reader, fluff, 8.396 words
You stood at the front door of Shiratorizawa Academy, your new uniform still stiff with unfamiliarity and the morning sun casting long shadows across the campus courtyard. It was early spring—cherry blossoms just starting to bloom—and everything felt too big. Too clean. Too new.
You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and took a slow breath. Third year of high school... new school... new city... new everything. You hadn't expected to transfer for your final year, but life had a way of doing its own thing. Your father's new job had been a great opportunity—"one we couldn't pass up," your mom had said. And Shiratorizawa was a prestigious school, known for its academics, sports, and somewhat intimidating reputation.
So here you were. Starting over.
You navigated the wide hallways, passing students who were already forming their usual cliques. You caught a few curious glances—being new was like wearing a sign on your back—but for the most part, everyone seemed wrapped up in their own lives. That suited you fine. You'd settle in at your own pace.
After orientation, you found yourself wandering the school grounds during lunch, enjoying the crisp breeze and trying to get a feel for your new surroundings. You were just rounding a corner by the athletic wing when you heard it.
"Still no manager for the boys' volleyball team?" a girl's voice floated out from a bench where three girls sat with packed lunches.
"Nope. I mean, would you volunteer to work under Coach Washijo?" another replied, her face scrunched in mock horror.
"Ugh, no way. I heard he made a first-year cry just for misplacing a water bottle."
"And the team's scary too, right? Like... not mean, but intense. No thank you."
You slowed down unconsciously, your ears perking up. Volleyball team. No manager?
Your fingers itched with instinct—familiar, almost nostalgic. At your old school, you'd been the team manager for two years. You loved it. The rhythm of practices, the responsibility, the tiny details that made things run smoothly. Being part of a team, even from the sidelines, had always felt like home.
The thought sparked something in your chest.
After lunch, your curiosity was officially impossible to ignore. The rest of the day passed in a blur—introductions, class overviews, and polite smiles from classmates—but in the back of your mind, one thought kept looping:
Volleyball team. No manager. Coach is scary. Doesn't matter—I want in.
By the time the final bell rang, you had a plan.
You packed up your things slowly, casually turning to the girl sitting beside you. She'd been friendly during roll call and even pointed out the nearest vending machine earlier.
"Hey," you said, slinging your bag over your shoulder. "Do you happen to know who I could talk to about the volleyball team?"
She blinked, surprised. "You mean… joining the team?"
You chuckled softly. "Not as a player. I used to be the manager at my old school. I heard they don't have one here."
Her eyebrows lifted, clearly impressed or maybe just intrigued. "Wow. Brave of you." Then she glanced around. "Actually… you're in luck. One of the players is in this class."
Your heart skipped. "Really?"
She leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly. "His name's Soekawa. He's the vice captain. Quiet, but nice enough. That's him over there—see? By the window."
You followed her gaze to a tall, broad-shouldered boy with shaggy brown hair and a calm, serious expression. He was halfway through packing up, earbuds already in, head tilted slightly to the side as if lost in thought.
"Thank you," you said quickly, feeling your nerves stir.
You walked over before you could talk yourself out of it.
"Hi," you said, stopping a short distance away.
Soekawa looked up, pulling out one earbud. His eyes were calm, neutral.
"I'm sorry to bother you," you began. "I'm new here—today was my first day, actually—and I heard the volleyball team doesn't have a manager. I used to manage at my old school, and I was wondering… if you could tell me who I should talk to?"
There was a beat of silence. His expression didn't change much, but his gaze sharpened slightly, assessing.
"You managed a team before?" he asked, voice even.
You nodded. "For almost two years. Practice schedules, hydration, warm-up routines, keeping track of stats mid-match."
He gave a thoughtful hum, standing up fully. He was even taller than he looked seated. "Coach Washijo's really strict. Most people don't last five minutes around him."
"I can handle strict," you replied with a small smile. "I'm used to high expectations."
He actually looked impressed at that, just a flicker. "I'm Soekawa. Vice captain."
"I'm Y/N. Nice to meet you."
He gave a short nod. "If you're serious, I'll let the coach know. He'll probably want to meet you first."
"That's all I ask."
He looked at you for another moment—measuring your confidence, maybe—but finally gave another nod, this one slower.
"Be at the gym tomorrow after classes. I'll talk to him before practice."
You smiled, grateful and already feeling the thrill of reentering a world you'd missed.
"Thank you. I'll be there."
You showed up at the gym ten minutes early, nerves fluttering in your chest like restless birds. The sharp sound of volleyballs hitting hardwood echoed from inside. You stepped into the open doorway and waited quietly at the edge of the court, observing the tall players warming up and stretching with practiced focus. Their movements were precise, almost mechanical. No wasted energy.
Soekawa spotted you quickly. He jogged over, towel around his neck, and nodded toward the building between the gym and school.
"He's in the office. I told him you were coming."
You gave him a grateful nod and walked toward the room, following the short description Soekawa had given you. Your knuckles tapped gently on the open door.
"Come in," came a gruff, gravelly voice.
You stepped inside.
Coach Washijo sat at his desk, arms folded across his chest, expression unreadable under bushy brows. He looked exactly as you imagined: stern, compact, intense. His eyes locked onto yours immediately, sizing you up.
"So," he said. "You want to be the team's manager?"
"Yes, sir," you answered, hands calmly at your sides.
"You understand this isn't a club of amateurs, don't you?" he asked, leaning slightly forward. "Shiratorizawa's volleyball team is not just some after-school hobby. We don't run around for fun here."
"I understand."
"Our team captain—Ushijima Wakatoshi—is one of the top three aces in the country," he said with clear pride. "National-level talent. Do you grasp what that means?"
You nodded. "That you play—and train—at a national level. That the expectations are just as high for everyone, even those supporting from the sidelines."
Washijo studied your face.
"I don't allow dead weight on this team. If you're not diligent, precise, and reliable, you'll be gone by the end of the week."
"I'm not afraid of hard work," you said evenly. "I'm serious about this. I know what it takes to support a team like this."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "What makes you so sure?"
"I was the manager for Itachiyama Institute before I transferred here," you said simply.
That made him blink. It was subtle, but there was no missing the shift in his expression.
"…Itachiyama, huh?"
"Yes. I worked closely with the team. Organized their travel for last summer's training camp, too. I know what kind of discipline is required. I know how to handle players at a high level."
"Sakusa Kiyoomi's team," Washijo muttered, more to himself than to you. He leaned back in his chair, arms still crossed but less rigid now. "That boy's one of the top three aces too. Only a second year."
You waited, saying nothing more. Letting your resume speak for itself.
After a long moment, he exhaled, almost like a growl.
"Fine. You'll start on probation."
Your heart jumped, but you kept your face calm.
"You'll show up fifteen minutes before every practice, stay until everything's packed, and listen to my instructions the first time. Understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"Don't make me regret this," he muttered, already reaching for a clipboard.
"I won't."
As you left the office, you spotted Soekawa just outside the gym. He caught your eye, and you gave him a short nod.
You were in.
Not officially.
But almost.
You arrived at the gym fifteen minutes early, nerves tightly wound beneath your composed expression. The polished wood floor reflected the overhead lights, and the air was already heavy with the faint smell of sweat and determination. You had the distinct feeling that something important was about to begin.
Coach Washijo was already there, arms crossed and eyes sharp as ever. He gestured for you to stand beside him near the center of the court. You caught a few glances from players stretching or warming up—brief, curious, sizing you up.
Once most of the team had gathered, he raised his voice.
"Listen up."
Conversations died instantly. All eyes turned forward.
"This is Y/N," he announced, nodding to you. "She'll be acting as our team manager—on probation—until she proves she's worth keeping."
You smiled politely, bowing slightly. "It's nice to meet all of you. I'm looking forward to working with you."
There was a beat of silence—nothing unfriendly, just the kind of quiet that came with high expectations.
"Try not to make her job harder than it already is," Washijo added, voice gruff. Then he turned to you. "You can set up over there by the bench. Practice starts in five."
You nodded and moved quickly, already settling into the routine. Occasional glances came your way—nothing harsh, just curious. After all, you were the newcomer.
But you weren't here to be timid.
This was your world, too.
You started prepping water bottles, lining them up neatly near the bench. Every action had purpose, efficiency. Still, you couldn't help but notice how even the jokes were whispered—muted smiles exchanged behind shoulders, quiet chuckles that never reached Coach Washijo's ears.
You glanced toward the far end of the gym. The coach stood near the net, arms behind his back, eyes like a hawk's. Every time he looked in someone's direction, backs straightened. Conversations died.
Whoa. You'd expected intensity, but this was another level.
They ran drills like machines. Serves, receives, spikes—flawless execution, timed down to the second. And yet, something about it didn't quite sit right. You'd worked with a top-level team before. You knew the difference between focused and tense.
Then, somewhere near the midpoint of practice, the spell broke—just a little.
Coach Washijo stepped out of the gym for a moment, grumbling something about reviewing footage. The moment the door clicked behind him, you saw it.
Shirabu let out a breath and rolled his eyes in exaggerated exhaustion. Kawanishi muttered something sarcastic under his breath, and Goshiki —the only first year to be on the official team — finally relaxed his death-grip on the ball.
And then… laughter. Small and easy.
Semi grinned at someone. You turned to look and—
"Oi oi, you missed that by a mile!" a voice called, full of mock horror and delight.
You spotted the speaker instantly: tall, lanky, with red hair and a sharp grin that didn't seem to leave his face. He was draped over the bench like he had no bones, waving dramatically at Goshiki, who had just messed up a serve.
"Tendou," someone warned with a snort.
"You're breaking the spell," Semi added, amused but tired.
"Spell?" Tendou replied innocently. "I'm just trying to revive the boy's spirit before Coach turns him into a statue."
The mood in the gym shifted. Lighter. More human.
You watched with subtle fascination as the tension drained from the team—just slightly—but enough that you saw it: beneath the hard edges and intense drills, they were still just boys. Young men chasing the dream of winning. Friends, teammates, rivals.
They're not machines after all, you thought with a small smile. Just really, really good at pretending they are when the coach is around.
There was one exception.
Ushijima Wakatoshi.
You tried not to stare, but it was impossible to ignore him. Every movement was purposeful, calm. His expression didn't change—at all. You weren't sure he could laugh, much less joke around like the others.
Even when Tendou clapped him on the back with a teasing, "Wakatoshi-kun, loosen up! You look like you're at a funeral," the tall ace didn't so much as blink.
A brick wall. Completely unreadable.
You mentally filed him under "TBD"—for now.
Still, as you handed a towel to one of the players and accepted a quick thank-you in return, you felt it: the shift. You weren't invisible. They had noticed you. And they weren't just intimidating athletes with perfect spikes.
They were a team.
And maybe, if you proved yourself, you could become part of it.
The sharp whistle echoed through the gym one last time as Coach Washijo called an end to practice.
You exhaled quietly, not realizing just how long you'd been holding your breath. The players bowed quickly, murmured their thanks, and immediately shifted into cool-down mode. The once-mechanical atmosphere softened again, conversation resuming now that the coach had retreated to his office.
You stayed in your corner, wiping your hands on a towel and beginning to gather the water bottles. You were about to carry them toward the cart when you noticed someone walking over.
It was Soekawa.
"You doing okay?" he asked, his voice quieter than during your earlier conversation. "That was a pretty intense first day."
You blinked, a little surprised by the gesture. "Yeah, I'm fine. It's definitely different from my last school, but not in a bad way. Just… more structured. Serious."
He nodded, the smallest flicker of a smile on his lips. "That's one way to put it."
Then he turned, clearly satisfied with your answer. "Glad to hear it. Let me know if you need anything," he added, and then jogged off toward the locker rooms with the ease of someone who'd already said everything that needed to be said.
You were just about to turn back to your cleanup when you noticed another presence nearby—less businesslike, more… curious.
"Tired yet?" came a voice, bright and sly.
You looked up.
Tendou.
He leaned casually against a ball cart, watching you with unmistakable interest, red hair slightly damp with sweat and a grin curling at the corners of his mouth.
"I'm okay," you replied, trying to match his energy—though something about the way he tilted his head made you feel a little like he was trying to read you.
"So," he said, drawing out the word like a thread. "How long have you been at this school? Just started, right?"
You nodded. "Yeah. We moved here last month so I could acclimate before starting on time for the new school year."
"New girl and the new manager? That's bold," he said, eyes twinkling.
You shrugged lightly. "I've done it before. Figured I might as well jump back into something I actually enjoy."
Tendou looked amused. "Where from?"
"Itachiyama."
That earned a low whistle from him. You noticed a couple of the guys—Semi and Shirabu, mostly—lingering just within earshot, clearly pretending to do cool-down stretches but very much listening.
"You're kidding," Tendou said. "That Itachiyama? As in 'super-tight-defense and Sakusa-is-a-germaphobe' Itachiyama?"
You laughed, genuinely. "The very same. Though Sakusa isn't actually a germaphobe. It's just a rumour because he doesn't like crowds."
He stared at you for a second, something unreadable flickering behind his eyes. Then he straightened up slightly. "Okay, now I have to know more. You gonna tell me more about the team or is that classified manager info?"
You smirked. "Depends. You always this nosy?"
"Only when I'm intrigued."
His words weren't flirtatious exactly—just honest in that weirdly offbeat Tendou way. You didn't mind. It was… nice. The attention didn't feel overwhelming. Just curious. Playful.
Before you could answer, he added, "Don't worry. I'll be good. I won't scare you off."
You raised an eyebrow. "Is that something you do often?"
"More than I'd like," he said, grin faltering for just a split second before it returned. "But you don't seem the easily scared type."
You tilted your head slightly. "Neither do you."
He blinked, like that answer caught him off guard—and then he laughed. Loud and sharp but not unkind.
"Touché."
There was a brief, comfortable pause. Somewhere behind you, Semi muttered something under his breath and nudged Shirabu toward the lockers. The eavesdroppers were finally retreating.
Tendou leaned a little closer, though not enough to cross a line. Just enough to let you know this moment wasn't quite over.
"Glad you're here, Manager-chan," he said, almost sincerely. "I think you'll make things interesting."
You smiled. "Glad to be here."
It started with a folded set of clothes laid neatly on top of your bag after practice a few weeks later.
A soft plum-colored jacket with white sleeves and Shiratorizawa Gakuen High stitched in crisp letters across the back. A clean collared shirt and track pants in the school colors, folded with near military precision. And tucked into the pocket—a note, in Coach Washijo's unmistakable sharp handwriting:
"You've proven yourself useful. Keep it that way. — W"
You stared at it for a moment, unable to stop the small grin tugging at your lips.
You were in.
No more "probation," no more careful watching for mistakes. You had earned your place.
When you walked into the next practice in your official team uniform, Tendou was the first to notice. He let out a dramatic gasp, clutching his chest like he was in a soap opera.
"Our little manager's all grown up," he said, mock-sobbing into a towel. "Look at you, all official now!"
"Congrats," Semi called from where he was setting up cones. "About time, honestly."
Even Coach Washijo gave you a small, approving nod as you handed him the attendance list that day—a quiet gesture of acknowledgment that somehow meant more than any congratulations.
From that day forward, something shifted.
You weren't just "the new girl" anymore. You were the manager. Part of the team.
You got used to Tendou's strange tangents and weird energy—actually, you started to look forward to them. He brought a kind of chaotic comfort to the court, throwing jokes like volleyballs and weaving lightness into even the most grueling drills.
He'd trail beside you during breaks, pointing out which teammates had the worst taste in snacks, or leaning over your clipboard just to scribble "guess monster strikes again" next to one of his stats. He always made you laugh, even when you were exhausted. Especially then.
But there were serious moments too. Especially with Ushijima.
You quickly learned that as team captain, he took your role very seriously.
Every week before a match, he would seek you out—always with the same line.
"Let's go over strategy."
He was blunt. Always direct. But never unkind. He asked for efficiency reports, stamina trends, tendencies in other teams' rotations. At first, the silence between you felt… heavy.
But over time, you found a rhythm. He'd listen carefully to your insights and nod at your assessments, occasionally asking follow-ups with the same calm intensity he brought to the court.
One day, after you'd shown him a chart you'd put together tracking their recent practice intensity versus performance in mock games, he gave a rare, quiet response:
"Good work."
That was it.
But coming from Ushijima Wakatoshi, that felt like being handed a trophy.
You were growing into your role, and it showed—not just in your work, but in the way the team treated you. Goshiki came to you for pep talks when his confidence wavered. Kawanishi asked you to double-check his form footage. Even Shirabu, who rarely trusted anyone's judgment but his own, started pausing to ask, "Did you log that set? What did it look like from your angle?"
But through all of it, Tendou remained your most frequent and chaotic visitor.
He showed up by your side like a specter—half the time scaring you, the other half offering gummy worms or odd bits of trivia.
And you didn't mind.
Not at all.
You were halfway across campus, clutching a clipboard and a fresh sheet of lineup notes, when you heard your name.
"Hey, Manager-chan!"
You stopped and turned, spotting two guys from your parallel class leaning against a vending machine near the athletics building. You recognized them vaguely—neither unfriendly nor particularly important in your life. Still, you offered a polite smile.
"Hi."
One of them gave a dramatic stretch. "Heard you're managing the volleyball team now. That's gotta be intense, right? With that coach?"
"Coach Washijo?" you asked, arching a brow. "He's strict, yeah, but he's fair. He just expects people to take the sport seriously. Which they should."
The other guy snorted. "Still, isn't it exhausting being around all those egos? I'd fold in five minutes."
You kept your expression polite, if a little guarded. "I like it. They're a good team. Very dedicated."
That should have been the end of it, but one of them tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Even that one weird dude—what's his name again?" he said. "Tendou? The red-haired one? Man, he creeps me out."
"Yeah," the other added, "people call him the Guess Monster for a reason, right? Don't tell me you're comfortable hanging around that guy all the time."
You froze.
Your grip on the clipboard tightened.
And for a moment, something inside you snapped.
You didn't raise your voice. You didn't make a scene. But your tone cut sharp as a blade.
"Actually," you said coldly, "Tendou is one of the kindest, funniest, and most genuine people I've met since transferring here. He works harder than most of you probably ever have, and he still finds time to make everyone laugh even when he's exhausted."
They both blinked at your sudden change in demeanor, stunned.
"So if you're done talking behind someone's back, maybe try actually watching a match before judging someone who's twice the athlete you'll ever be."
Neither of them had anything to say after that. Just awkward glances and a mumbled "...jeez, okay."
You turned on your heel, storming off toward the gym, blood hot in your veins.
You'd known, in the back of your mind, that Tendou wasn't exactly popular. He made jokes about it sometimes—offhand mentions of being "the creepy one," of kids back in middle school who called him a monster, laughed at his voice, flinched at his grin.
And yeah, you'd heard the other version of his nickname too—the cruel one whispered between students who didn't know a single thing about him.
But it wasn't until now, hearing it with your own ears, that you realized just how much it pissed you off.
Not just because the comment was unfair. But because it was about him.
And maybe that was the moment it really hit you:
You liked Tendou.
More than the others. More than you probably should.
And it made your chest tighten painfully, because he didn't even seem to notice how bright he was. He didn't seem to realize that someone could look at him and feel their heartbeat stutter—not out of fear or discomfort, but because they wanted to be closer.
You pushed open the gym door, already trying to shake off the frustration before the team saw it.
What you didn't realize—what you couldn't have known—was that just behind the shrub-lined path leading to the entrance, two teammates had stopped to let your conversation pass.
Tendou and Ushijima stood in silence.
Tendou's eyes were wide, lips parted slightly, like he wasn't quite sure he'd actually heard what he thought he heard.
Ushijima, in his usual fashion, simply said:
"She defended you."
Tendou blinked once. Then again.
A quiet flush rose to his ears.
He hadn't meant to eavesdrop.
He'd just… paused, hearing your voice, and then couldn't move once the words started coming.
Now, standing in the shadow of a tree with his heart pounding louder than the cicadas in the summer air, he could barely breathe.
You had defended him.
Not with pity. Not to score points.
With fire.
The gym was filled with its usual sounds—sneakers squeaking on polished floors, volleyballs echoing like thunderclaps against the walls, the occasional sharp whistle from Coach Washijo cutting through the air.
On the outside, you looked the same as always.
Focused. Efficient. Clipboard in hand, eyes on drills, scribbling down performance notes and hydration reminders. You made sure to hand towels out, fill water bottles, call out the time remaining on intervals like clockwork.
But inside?
You were still fuming.
The words those guys said kept replaying in your head—how casual they were about it. Like calling someone a monster was nothing. Like it was a joke.
You knew it shouldn't be bothering you this much. You'd stood up for him. You'd said what needed to be said. But still… the unfairness of it lodged under your ribs like a splinter.
He had been nothing but kind to you. Honest and a little strange, sure, but in a way that made the world feel more interesting. He brought you snacks he claimed "tasted cursed" just to see your reaction. He made you laugh until your stomach hurt during team dinners. And he always noticed when you were feeling off—even before you noticed yourself.
So why did people look at him like that?
You blinked back to the present when someone waved a hand in front of your face.
"Earth to Manager-chan," Tendou grinned, voice light and lilting. "If you stare at Shirabu that hard, he might combust."
You blinked. "What?"
He nodded sagely. "Boom. Right there on the court. One second we have a reliable setter, next second—charcoal briquette."
Despite yourself, your lips twitched.
You quickly looked down at your clipboard, hiding the hint of a smile. "I'm not staring at Shirabu."
"Hmm, denial. Classic sign of combustion plotting," he said dramatically, spinning his towel like a cape before hopping up to sit beside you on the edge of the bench.
He stayed there for a few minutes, talking nonsense.
A conspiracy theory about how Kawanishi was secretly a lizard person based on his snack preferences. A completely false trivia fact about the original volleyballs being filled with goat hair. Something about offering you a cursed potato chip that could grant one wish—but only if you licked it first.
You didn't say much in return.
But you smiled more than you meant to.
And he didn't leave your side.
Even later, as drills got harder and the team pushed through Washijo's punishing endurance circuit, Tendou kept glancing back your way.
Making faces from across the court. Winking when he caught you frowning. Mimicking Ushijima's stoic blocking form so precisely that Goshiki had to stop mid-serve to hold back laughter.
You chalked it up to him just being Tendou.
But what you didn't know—what you couldn't have known—was that he was trying.
Trying harder than usual.
Because he'd heard you defend him.
Because it still echoed in his ears like a dream he was scared to wake up from.
"Tendou is one of the kindest, funniest..."
He hadn't expected it. Not from you. Not from anyone.
And he didn't know what to do with how warm it made his chest feel—so he tried to make you laugh.
Because maybe, just maybe, if he could make you smile again… he could pretend that someone like you might actually think someone like him was worth standing up for.
Valentine's Day at Shiratorizawa wasn't anything special—at least, not in the way it might've been at a more laid-back school. Classes ran like usual. The hallways still buzzed with gossip, test scores, and club announcements. The only sign of the date was the occasional girl clutching a heart-shaped box or the flustered first-years whispering in corners.
But for you, it was different this time.
You had gone home that weekend instead of staying in the dorms. Your mom had greeted you with a knowing smile and a wink when you shyly mentioned your idea. Of course, she helped. She always loved baking—especially for a "cause" as pure as this.
Together, you had filled the kitchen with the smell of melting chocolate and warm sugar. You shaped and decorated each piece carefully, even labeling the gift boxes with tiny notes. You'd made something for everyone: players, the coaches, and even Washijo himself. It just felt right. You weren't about to exclude someone who contributed to the team's spirit—even if that spirit came with a terrifying glare and a whistle.
When Monday morning arrived, you carried the boxes to the gym in a large paper bag, your heart thudding nervously in your chest.
It wasn't romantic. Not yet. It was just encouragement, appreciation—team spirit.
That's what you kept telling yourself.
By the time practice ended, you waited just long enough for everyone to gather by the benches before pulling the paper bag from where you'd tucked it safely beside your gear.
"Uhm—can I get your attention for a sec?" you asked, raising your voice slightly.
Tendou looked up from where he was juggling a volleyball with his knees like a soccer ball, and the others slowly turned to you, some with curious expressions, some already guessing.
You cleared your throat, then reached into the bag, pulling out the first box—white with a neat red ribbon.
"I… know it's Valentine's Day," you began, voice a little shaky. "And I just wanted to say thank you. You've all been really great to me since I transferred, and I figured—what better way to boost morale than sugar?"
A pause.
Tendou's eyes lit up immediately. "No way."
"Manager-chan made us chocolates?" Goshiki gasped, as if you had presented him with an Olympic medal.
"Even me?" Coach Saito asked, somewhat amused.
You nodded, cheeks warming. "Even you, Coach. You're part of the team."
"And me?" Washijo's voice boomed from the sidelines, arms crossed.
You gulped—he'd been the one you worried about most.
"Yes, Coach Washijo," you said, giving a respectful bow as you handed him a small box. "Thank you for letting me be part of this team."
He stared at it for a long moment. Then, with a huff and a nod that could almost be mistaken for approval, he accepted it.
"Don't think this'll get you out of laps if you slack off," he muttered.
You smiled. "Wouldn't dream of it."
Soon, the rest of the team was diving into their boxes, laughter and exaggerated reactions filling the air. Even Ushijima gave you an approving nod as he inspected the handmade chocolate bark you'd included in each set.
Tendou, meanwhile, held his box like it was made of glass.
His grin was wide—genuine, no teasing this time—as he peeked inside and saw the careful arrangement of chocolates, each molded into playful, irregular shapes. He looked at you, then back at the sweets, then back at you again, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to be this happy about something so small.
You caught his eye, offered a soft smile, and quickly turned away before you melted on the spot.
The warmth in your chest lingered, though.
Because this? This was just the beginning.
What came next... was for him.
As everyone began to leave, you stayed behind to finish cleaning the gym—just like always.
Wiping down benches. Picking up forgotten water bottles. Gathering towels for laundry. It had become part of your rhythm, and Tendou had slipped into that rhythm too, in his own way.
He sat cross-legged on the bench, elbows on knees, chatting aimlessly as he waited for you.
"So I asked Goshiki if he knew what aphrodisiac meant and he choked on a protein bar," Tendou laughed, eyes crinkling with delight. "I thought Semi was going to kill me for real this time."
You smiled, but it was a little dimmer than usual.
You finished folding the last towel and stood, stretching your back with a soft sigh. Tendou watched you, eyes flicking over your face. He didn't say anything right away, but you could feel it—the way he was studying you a little more carefully than normal.
You switched off the lights, the gym echoing softly as the doors clicked shut behind you both.
It was just the two of you in the hallway now, the buzz of the overhead lights faintly humming above your heads as your footsteps echoed in sync down the corridor.
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and glanced sideways. "You're quieter than usual, Manager-chan. Chocolate-related exhaustion or... emotional sugar crash?"
You huffed a soft breath through your nose, not looking at him. "No, nothing like that. Just... thinking."
Tendou didn't press, though his eyes lingered.
The night air greeted you when you stepped out of the building, a soft chill brushing over your arms. The walk back to the dorms was familiar by now, the path lit with soft lamps and the low rustle of trees.
You kept walking beside him, neither of you rushing. This part—just the two of you walking back—had become so regular it felt like a quiet tradition.
But tonight, your hands were clenched a little too tightly around the straps of your bag.
And when the moment came—where you'd usually wave and say "see you tomorrow"—you hesitated instead.
"Wait," you said, stopping him before he turned toward the boys' wing.
Tendou blinked, curious.
You fished into your bag again, this time pulling out a much smaller box. Not fancy, not decorated with ribbons. Just a small container wrapped in soft tissue paper. Handmade and simple.
You held it out with both hands, eyes on the ground.
"This one's for you," you said quietly. "Only you."
Tendou stared.
He didn't reach for it at first. Didn't move.
"Didn't I already get chocolate from you?" he asked, a lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth—but it didn't reach his eyes.
You swallowed. "That was for the team. This one... isn't."
He finally took it, carefully, as if he was afraid it might crumble in his hands. He looked at the box, then at you—searching.
You forced a nervous laugh, shifting from foot to foot. "I mean, it's not much. I just… I remembered you like the strawberry-filled ones. And the weirdly spicy ones? So I made a mix. Just... thought you might like it."
Your voice had gone a little too fast near the end.
And before he could say anything, before you had to see whatever reaction might cross his face—you dipped your head in a flustered goodbye.
"Anyway, night! Sleep well!"
Then you turned on your heel, walking briskly away toward your dorm before your legs could betray how shaky you actually felt.
You didn't see the way he stood frozen for a moment longer, staring at the little box like it might vanish if he blinked.
Didn't see the way his hands trembled—just a little.
And you definitely didn't see the figure of Semi, standing just down the path, arms crossed and smirking knowingly.
Tendou stood there a little longer than he probably should have, watching your figure disappear toward the girls' dorm building, the small box of chocolates still clutched in his hands.
He hadn't even opened it yet.
He was afraid to.
"Wow," a voice drawled from behind, laced with amusement. "Didn't know Valentine's Day came with a personal encore."
Tendou jolted slightly, turning around just as Semi stepped out from the shadowed edge of the path, hands shoved in his pockets and an all-too-knowing grin playing on his lips.
"Semi-semi," Tendou blinked, his tone too casual, too flat. He straightened, box tucked swiftly behind his back like he could pretend nothing happened—even though Semi had clearly seen everything.
"She made that just for you, huh?" Semi said, tilting his head slightly. "Didn't see anyone else get a second helping."
Tendou huffed a weak laugh, shrugging. "I dunno. Maybe she felt bad for me."
Semi gave him a look. "She blushed like she was going to combust, Tendou."
"Maybe she was embarrassed about her chocolate," he tried again, brushing it off, voice thinner this time.
Semi rolled his eyes. "Come on. She basically spelled it out. And don't act like you haven't been attached to her hip since day one."
Tendou's heart gave a sharp twist. "So?"
"So," Semi smirked, "she likes you, idiot. Like, likes you. Unless you're telling me she spent extra time making your favorite chocolates just because you're a weirdo she pities."
Tendou flinched—not visibly, but deep under his skin, where no one could see it.
His grip on the box tightened.
He wanted to believe it. God, he wanted to.
But belief came with risk. And Tendou Satori knew rejection. He knew it well—too well. It lived in the curve of every whispered insult he'd learned to ignore, every stare that lingered just a beat too long, every time someone recoiled from his smile.
He swallowed. "People say things they don't mean all the time."
"Do you really think she's that kind of person?" Semi asked, the teasing gone from his voice now, replaced with quiet sincerity.
That stopped him.
No.
No, you weren't.
You were kind. You were honest. You looked at him—really looked at him—and never once flinched.
He felt a weight lodge itself in his throat.
"She might've meant it," Tendou said softly. "But that doesn't mean I get to believe it."
Semi sighed, but didn't push. "You don't have to believe it," he said, already turning to head to the dorms. "Just… don't be stupid and let it slip away."
Tendou stayed there, unmoving, staring down at the box in his hand.
Maybe it did mean something.
Maybe that shaky, nervous laugh and the warmth in your eyes wasn't just kindness.
Maybe… just maybe, someone saw him and didn't want to turn away.
And that hope—that dangerous, beautiful thing—settled into his chest like a flickering flame.
He wasn't ready to believe it.
But he wanted to.
And that, for now, was more than enough to make his feet move.
Half an hour and a shower later, Tendou stood outside your dorm room door, unmoving.
The corridor was quiet now, the faint hum of the heater the only sound around him. His hand hovered just inches from the wood, clenched into a loose fist he hadn't managed to lift.
He'd been standing there for at least three minutes.
Maybe more.
Any reasonable person would have either knocked by now… or turned around. But he couldn't do either. He just stood there—heart hammering, thoughts a blur.
What if he'd misread it all?
What if the extra chocolates were just a thank-you?
What if Semi was wrong and he was just a delusional freak again, seeing things that weren't there—hoping for things that didn't exist?
He was used to rejection. He could take it.
But somehow, with you… he wasn't sure he could.
It would be different with you.
Because you were real. You were warm and kind and you laughed at his stupid jokes like you meant it. You looked him in the eyes. You never treated him like he was a monster.
And the thought of you telling him gently, kindly, that it wasn't what he thought—it made his chest ache in a way he hadn't expected.
He wasn't used to wanting something this badly.
But if he left now… if he didn't find out…
He'd regret it. That scared him even more.
So without thinking about it further—without letting himself stop—he knocked.
Once. Twice. Softly.
Then silence.
He heard a muffled shuffle, the creak of a bedframe, and a few seconds later the door cracked open.
And then there you were.
Not in your uniform anymore.
In cozy sweatpants, a slightly oversized hoodie that fell off one shoulder, hair tied up loosely like you'd just been lounging or studying or maybe both. You looked relaxed and warm and safe.
Tendou felt his brain short-circuit.
You looked… adorable. Like home. Like everything soft and good and impossible.
Something in his chest squeezed so tightly it was almost painful.
You blinked at him in surprise, tilting your head slightly. "Tendou?"
Your voice was quiet, a little raspy from not speaking for a while, and it dragged him straight back to the present.
His eyes widened. Crap. He was staring.
Mouth slightly open. Hands frozen at his sides. Just… stuck.
"…Uhh…" he finally managed, voice cracking slightly. "Hi."
You blinked again, then smiled gently. "Hi."
He felt his ears burn.
"I was—um," he rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly hyperaware of how awkward he probably looked. "Just. I. Wanted to talk."
You stepped back without hesitation, opening the door wider. "Of course. Come in."
That single gesture—so easy, so you—nearly broke him.
You didn't hesitate.
Not for a second.
He stepped in slowly, the box of chocolates still tucked in his hoodie pocket, his heartbeat so loud he was sure you could hear it.
And even though he still wasn't sure if it meant what he desperately hoped it did, for the first time since knocking…
He started to believe that maybe—maybe—he hadn't imagined it all.
Tendou settled into the desk chair slowly, like he was trying not to disturb the air between you. His long limbs folded awkwardly beneath him, hands resting in his lap, fidgeting ever so slightly.
You sat on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, your hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands like a nervous reflex. The silence between you wasn't uncomfortable… but it was heavy. Loaded with things neither of you had said yet.
Tendou's eyes flicked around the room — to your desk, your small shelf of books and snacks, the soft string of fairy lights outlining the window. Then to the empty bed on the other side of the room.
"Where's your roommate?" he asked, clearing his throat softly.
You smiled faintly. "On a date."
Tendou's brows lifted. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," you nodded. "Apparently the guy she likes finally grew a spine and asked her out. So she's gone for the night. Snuck off campus."
Tendou snorted, a little surprised. "Risky move."
You chuckled. "She said it was worth it."
A pause.
Then: "So… does that mean we're alone?" he asked, his voice playful — but there was a nervous edge underneath.
You met his gaze, a little warmth creeping up your neck. "Looks like it."
His fingers twitched in his lap.
Another long pause.
He didn't know how to start this.
How do you ask someone if they meant it? How do you bring up the moment you've been replaying in your head nonstop since it happened?
Finally, you broke the silence with a soft voice. "Is everything okay?"
Tendou looked up quickly, blinking like you'd caught him off guard. "What?"
"You're acting a little… weird," you said, your voice gentle but honest.
He let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. I guess I am."
You tilted your head, encouraging him to go on, but gave him space.
He rubbed his hands over his jeans, then pulled the little chocolate box out of his hoodie pocket and set it carefully on your desk. Like it was something fragile. Something that had been weighing him down.
"You gave me this," he said slowly, eyes on the box. "After practice. When no one else was around."
You nodded. "Yeah. It's only been, like, what—an hour ago? I do recall giving you this."
"Half an hour," he mumbled. His gaze flicked up to yours, and his voice dropped to a quieter register. "Why?"
Your breath caught.
There it was.
No beating around it. No jokes to mask the nerves. Just him — quiet, serious, vulnerable.
You swallowed. "Because… it was for you."
"I already got chocolates from you," he said, but not accusingly. Just carefully.
"That was for the team," you said, folding your hands together. "This one was just for you."
Tendou stared at you, wide-eyed, searching for something in your expression. You could see the disbelief in his face — like he was scared to name what he was hoping to hear.
So you gave it to him.
"I like you, Tendou," you said softly. "I have for a while now. And I wanted to tell you, but I was… nervous. So I made chocolate instead."
His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no sound came out. His eyes were locked on yours, and in them, you saw the storm — surprise, fear, something almost like grief, and underneath it all… wonder.
You offered a nervous smile. "It's totally okay if you don't feel the same. Really—no pressure. I know you've got a lot going on with the team and everything. I just… I figured I should at least say something. Better that than always wondering, 'What if I'd just said it,' you know?"
"You like me?" He whispered, staring at you in disbelief. 
You nodded. "I do."
He let out a shaky breath — one that sounded like he'd been holding it for years.
"…Why?"
Your chest ached. "Because you're kind. And funny. You made me feel welcome here when I didn't know anyone. You never made me feel out of place, even when the rest of the team was still sizing me up. You're weird — in the best way. And you make me laugh every single day."
He still looked stunned.
"I know you've probably heard a lot of awful things before," you added, voice softer now. "And I know people can be… mean. But I never thought you were scary, Tendou. Not once."
He laughed — a quiet, broken sound — and his hands came up to cover his face.
And that's when you saw it.
His shoulders shaking ever so slightly.
You moved before thinking, standing up and stepping over to him, kneeling down beside the chair. "Hey—Tendou, are you—?"
He looked down at you, tears caught in his lashes, a trembling smile on his lips.
"I thought I'd dreamed it," he whispered. "That someone like you could… like someone like me."
You reached for his hand and held it gently. "It's not a dream."
For a long moment, he didn't say anything.
Then, with a laugh that sounded like joy and disbelief mixed together, he dropped to his knees beside you. "…Best Valentine's Day ever."
And with that, he wrapped you in a tight hug, squeezing you close to his chest as if he never planned on letting you go again.
Tendou's arms were locked around you, not too tight — just right — as if he was terrified to let go but equally afraid of crushing you in his excitement. You could feel his breath against your shoulder, shaky with leftover nerves, with relief, with something tender that had been locked away in his chest for too long.
You buried your face against his neck, heart still thudding erratically. The silence was soft now, no longer heavy. Just the hush of two people finally close enough to hear the other's heartbeat.
"I feel like if I let go, you'll disappear," he mumbled against your shoulder.
You smiled, your arms tightening around him in response. "I'm not going anywhere."
Tendou shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes were still a little pink at the edges, but the look in them had changed — open, warm, happy. Really, truly happy.
"I want to take you out," he said, his voice suddenly steadier than you expected. "Like, officially."
You blinked. "You mean… a date?"
"Yeah. A real one." He gave a soft, almost sheepish grin. "Not just walking to practice together and sharing snacks after training — though I'd keep doing that forever too."
You laughed, warmth blooming in your chest. "You really want to?"
He nodded. "So badly. I wanna take you somewhere nice. Somewhere you'd like. Maybe the bookstore in town you told me about that one time? With the bakery next door? I heard they've got those cookies you like."
You blinked, surprised that he remembered. "You remembered that?"
"Of course I did," he said, nudging your forehead lightly with his own. "I remember everything you say."
Your face grew warm again, and Tendou laughed softly, pleased with himself.
"I mean, I might not be super experienced at this whole dating thing," he went on, "but I want to treat you right. Like a queen. Like you deserve."
You reached up, cupping his cheek. "You already do."
He leaned into your touch, eyes fluttering shut for a moment like the contact alone was grounding him. Then he opened them again, gaze clear.
"Still," he whispered, "I wanna try even harder. Just so you never doubt how much I like you. Or how lucky I feel right now."
You leaned forward and rested your forehead against his. "You're the sweetest guy I know, Tendou."
"Don't say that," he murmured, eyes scrunching slightly.
"Why not?"
"Because I'll melt again and you'll have to mop me off the floor."
You giggled, and he laughed too — that unmistakable, offbeat, boyish laugh that always tugged at your heart.
The kind of laugh you'd fallen for.
You stayed like that for a while longer — kneeling in the middle of your dorm room floor, just talking in hushed tones. Making soft plans. Promising little things. A movie night when the team had a day off. Cookies he'd try baking for you. A date at that tiny bookstore café. A life made out of small, sweet moments.
And when you finally stood up together, he gently took your hand, laced his fingers with yours, and looked at you like you were something out of a dream.
Only this time, he believed it was real.
And it was his.
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TENDOUUUU💗💗💗
Hi, I have a request for Tendou, if you don't mind?
I was thinking about a game where all the boys (karasuno, shiratorizawa, Nekoma, etc..) are just practicing together and well, there's a lot of hot guys there, and the reader is interested in Tendou, and he doesn't believe it, because, well, why would anyone be interested in him with that many hotshots around??
Sorry if it's too specific, but I just want Tendou to feel loved and wanted like he deserves ♡
⊹ ࣪ ˖ AGAINST ALL ODDS - satori tendou
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synopsis: in which tendou's doubts for your reciprocated feelings are heightened when rival schools show up for a few practice matches. warnings: swearing, fluff, tendou doubts himself, friends to lovers, they're cutie patooties, small kisses, she/her pronouns, wc; 1.0k an: hellooo! tysm for requesting :] i really hope you enjoy <3 its not too specific at all. i appreciate u explaining everything! (i love tendou sm omg)
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shiratorizawa’s gym was buzzing with energy. karasuno, nekoma, and fukurodani were visiting for a practice match, and the court was packed with some of the best players around. tendou didn’t mind the competition—he thrived on it—but the moment y/n stepped into the gym, his mood took a hit.
she had just finished class, her usual routine bringing her here to say hi to the team. but today, she wasn’t just saying hi to them—she was surrounded by a sea of attractive, athletic guys from other schools.
tendou kept up his usual act, grinning and throwing out playful remarks, but a dull weight settled in his chest. he had a crush on her—a big one—but what were the odds she’d be interested in him when guys like kuroo, bokuto, and kageyama were standing right there?
ushijima, never one for social cues, took it upon himself to introduce her.
“this is y/n. she visits often.”
bokuto lit up. “ohhh! she’s cute!”
yaku elbowed him. “dude, you can’t just say that out loud.”
“what? it’s a fact.”
y/n just laughed, shaking her head. “nice to meet you guys.”
her gaze drifted across the room until it landed on tendou. without hesitation, she walked up to him, arms outstretched.
“hey, satori.”
tendou barely had time to react before she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. he tensed for half a second, then relaxed, arms winding around her.
his brain short-circuited. was this normal? did she hug everyone like this?
when she pulled back, she smiled up at him. “you mind if i stay to watch?”
tendou smirked, slipping back into his usual teasing. “watch the game or the guys playing?”
she rolled her eyes. “to watch a guy play. singular person.”
his stomach flipped, but he quickly shut it down. no way she meant him. it had to be one of the other guys.
“ohhh, mysterious.” he wiggled his fingers dramatically. “should i be jealous?”
“maybe,” she said lightly.
he laughed it off, but something about her tone made his chest feel weird. she wasn’t looking at anyone else. just him.
as the matches started, tendou kept stealing glances at the bleachers where y/n sat. she was talking to yaku at first, then fukurodani’s manager, then lev. but every time he looked her way, her eyes were already on him.
sometimes, she smiled. sometimes, she looked amused, probably at something dumb he did. other times, her gaze held something softer, something that made his heart stutter.
but tendou was tendou, and he overthought everything.
coincidence, he told himself. 'she’s probably just watching the match. i mean, i’m on the court, obviously she’ll look sometimes.'
but the more it happened, the harder it was to ignore.
semi noticed first. during a quick break, he handed tendou a water bottle and smirked.
“y/n hasn’t taken her eyes off you since we started.”
tendou almost dropped the bottle. “huh?”
“she’s literally staring at you.”
tendou scoffed. “nah, she’s watching the game.”
“no, dumbass. you.”
tendou opened his mouth to argue, but semi grabbed his shoulders and physically turned him toward the bleachers.
y/n was still looking at him. the second their eyes met, she smiled.
his brain short-circuited again.
semi patted his back. “you’re hopeless.”
ushijima, ever direct, added, “y/n is interested in you. it’s obvious.”
tendou shook his head, taking a long drink of water. “nah. impossible.”
shirabu groaned. “holy shit, you’re an idiot.”
by the end of the night, shiratorizawa had won their match. as the teams wrapped up and started heading toward the train station, tendou walked alongside y/n at the very back of the group.
he draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her close in a lazy side hug. “man, did you see that one block i got? beautiful, right?”
y/n hummed. “mmhm. very nice.”
“only nice? ouch. my feelings.”
“okay, very nice.”
he grinned. “that’s more like it.”
a comfortable silence settled between them as they walked. tendou kept his gaze ahead, but he felt y/n shift beside him.
then, he felt her eyes on him.
he didn’t turn his head, but he glanced to the side, meeting her gaze.
she was looking at him with that same warmth from earlier. the kind that made his stomach twist in ways he didn’t fully understand.
he smiled. “what’s up?”
y/n tilted her head slightly, a small smile playing at her lips.
“…nothing.”
but the way she looked at him said everything.
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the train station was bustling with movement, players splitting off in different directions as they caught their respective trains home. tendou and y/n walked side by side, his arm still draped loosely over her shoulders, the warmth of the moment lingering.
but as they reached the spot where they had to part ways, tendou sighed dramatically, letting his arm slip away.
"tragic," he muttered. "our journey ends here."
y/n snorted. "you're so dramatic."
semi, who was a few feet away, glanced over. "hurry up, y/n. i’m not waiting all night."
ushijima, standing next to tendou, was already talking about their next match, his voice calm and steady. tendou tried to focus, but then—
y/n leaned in, pressing a soft peck to his cheek.
his entire brain short-circuited.
“bye, satori,” she murmured, stepping back before he could process what just happened.
his mouth opened, then closed. his face felt hot. he blinked rapidly, trying to reboot his system.
before she could fully turn away, his body moved on instinct. he leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to the top of her head, pulling her into a brief but tight hug.
“b-bye, y/n,” he stammered.
she grinned against his chest, then pulled away, jogging over to semi without another word.
tendou stood frozen for a second, watching her go, his heart pounding. ushijima, unbothered as ever, continued talking.
“…tendou?”
“huh?” he snapped back to reality.
“are you listening?”
“yeah, yeah,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “just… processing.”
ushijima gave him a slow, assessing look. “…you should walk faster. you are moving very slowly.”
tendou groaned, dragging a hand down his face as he started walking again.
yeah. he was definitely gonna need some time to process this. afterall, the seemingly impossible, just became his reality.
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ihavenoideaz · 5 days ago
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tsukki no!!!! they’re impervious to knowledge!!!!!!
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ihavenoideaz · 5 days ago
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It's literally so embarrassing to say that I want to play volleyball because of haikyuu,,,
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ihavenoideaz · 5 days ago
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I actually need to study so bad but I just can't bring myself to do it
Do I have to write my favorite characters studying so I'll get motivated or something???!!!??
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ihavenoideaz · 6 days ago
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People always characterize Tsukishima as like a nonchalant, quiet guy like no!!!
I can hear the rise of decibels in his voice when he plays or talks to others!!! He's just someone who doesn't like showing his emotions but isn't that good at hiding it!!!!
He's such a sassy, volleyball loving, always trying to improve kind of guy and I love him for it!!!!
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ihavenoideaz · 6 days ago
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I love seeing them when the camera pans to the school's cheerleading
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ihavenoideaz · 7 days ago
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hii! I love your writing :) i was wondering if you could possibly write for thanos x fem reader like boyfriend headcannons?
Thanos x Fem! Reader headcannons!
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Pairing: Thanos | Su Bong x Fem! Reader
CW: None!!
A/N: Yay!!! Thanos!!! He's so cutie, I love him
I definitely wanna explore more of his character, he is such a complex and lovable character <33
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Thanos would want to seem more charming and attractive to you, so he would try his best to be the best boyfriend to you
Oh you're cold? His jacket is on your shoulders
You're craving something? It appears right in front of you in the hands of the purple haired boy
Your feet are aching? He's either exchanging shoes (if you're wearing heels) or pick you up bridal style
He does not understand the term soft-lauching or anything similar
He will tell everyone and everything under the sun that you are his girlfriend
If you bump into something, he'll say "Hey! Apologize to my girlfriend!" While shadow punching it (I think one of the punches would connect by accident so you would have an injured and sulking boyfriend in your arms)
Trust, you have your own highlight on his Instagram account
It's filled with all the dates you guys have gone on: you holding flowers, you and a cup of coffee art, you sprawled out on papers
Your date nights are kind of random honestly
He seems like the type of guy to try to plan dates but sometimes just texts you: "I'm at your door, open please"
Thanos definitely wants you to dye his hair for him, he tries to stay still while relishing the feeling of your fingers massaging the dye into his scalp
This boy would act like a cat in private
Not like an ignoring, petty cat but like a clingy, wide eye cat ifykwim
He would be all up in your personal space just for attention
Thanos would love to settle in your lap, whether it's resting his head on it or just full on sitting on it
He just loves you
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A/N: sorryyy if this is kinda short and lazy bruhhh I'm trying to lock in academically and I'm failing miserablely
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ihavenoideaz · 7 days ago
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a good sailor will always return to the sea
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ihavenoideaz · 8 days ago
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stayed up all night reading a fanfic n it turned out to be incomplete and it hasn’t been updated in 3 years
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ihavenoideaz · 10 days ago
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when you have a writers block: READ FANFICTION
im not kidding it actually worked so well just find your favorite authors and read/reread some of their works/your favorite works, and boom. somehow.
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