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Who, me!?

Tendō satori x gen!reader oneshot

You ask the infamous guess monster out on a date

He looks around once... Twice... Even a third time. Was he hearing this right? You wanted to go out with him?

He stood there frozen for a moment, his usual quick witted mind short circuits as he tried to comprehend the situation.

Tendō satori, the weirdo, the one nobody would dare sit next to, making jokes and laughing at the wrong time, and yet you still wanted him!

This is crazy! This must be a prank, where's the person with the camera? Satori spirals before realizing, he hasn't even answered you!

Head tilting to the side, the corners of his lips tug into his signature grin as he finally responds to your advances

"are you joking around right now? This has to be a prank, where's your friend with the camera?"

A slender hand finds its way towards your shoulder, while his head peeks over the other dramatically. Eyes darting back and forth looking for anyone perching around the corner, and yet.. no one?

His little scoping sesh ending, all his attention returns right to you. Bright red eyes investigate your features, looking for one hint of joking, even uncertainty.

Once he doesn't find any, His sharp grin softens and a hint of a blush creeps its way onto his face. His expression more genuine and showing a little vulnerability. Flustered, his hands leave your shoulder hesitantly.

"woah, you're serious? You didn't bump your head on the way here, did you??"

Before he could continue his self-deprecating questioning, you cut him off, reassuring him otherwise.

"I'm pretty positive I wouldn't be standing here if I weren't serious"

The two of you stand in silence for a couple more seconds, satori still in disbelief letting reality catch up to him. You actually like him, no jokes, no holding back laughter, just you and your feelings.

"...are you sure? I mean it's me we're talking about!"

Rolling your eyes, you let out a slight chuckle. Anxiety and the slight feeling of possible rejection trying to infiltrate your mind.

"and that's exactly why I'm asking you out! If you don't want to go, that's perfectly fi-"

"No! I'd be honored to! Just hope you know what you're getting into, y'know 'guess monster' and all"

Flailing around his lanky arms trying to make a point, a mild blush undeniably rests upon his pale skin, he pushes down all those doubting and flustered feelings trying to spout out a coherent sentence.

"I think I have a good understanding. Here text me later for the details, I have to get home soon"

Satori barely misses the smile you give while handing him a slip of paper with your number on it. You wave before leaving him in front of the gym, red in the face and heart practically pumping out of his chest.

Once he finally gathers himself to walk into practice, he's immediately bombarded with questions from his nosy teammates. Not denying nor confirming anything, they eventually abandon the topic.

But all throughout practice, all the red-headed middle blocker could think about is how much he couldn't wait to text you as soon as he got home. 

First actual fanfic I've ever written, tips and advice are welcome!!🙏