#tendou being a little bitchboy

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Half-Incubus!Tendou x Monster Hunter!Reader (part 1)

Part 1 of what I hope to become a short series, and the prologue for my previous touch-starved Tendou fic. Spoiler alert: he’s still touch-starved and needs cuddles but this time he’s gonna be a bitchboy about it -Osa

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It had been a while since you had gone to a party.

The speakers’ bass was drumming so loud you could feel the vibrations through the soles of your shoes, thrumming in your ears and rattling your brain. Inside, the air was thick and hot and smelled like sweat and booze. The lights were dimmed and multicolored LEDs lit up most of the house. As soon as you stepped in, you felt like turning on your heel and walking back out. 

“Hey, you made it!” A slurring, cheerful voice greeted you, along with a heavy arm slung around your shoulder which almost made you buckle under it. You recognized the flushed face of Terushima, slicked back hair tousled around his antlers. “I was hoping you’d coooome,” he sang.

You grimaced, and tried to move out from under his arm, but he stuck to you like gum on the bottom of a shoe. 

“Want a drink?” He asked. “We got a lot.”

“I’m fine.” I should have left when I had the chance.

You didn’t know half of the people here; you’d hoped to meet up with Motoya or at least Fukunaga, but neither the peppy kitsune nor the awkward kappa were anywhere to be seen. You were trying to shove the drunk jackalope hybrid off of your shoulder, when his weight was suddenly removed.

It was a tall, lanky high schooler who had peeled him from you, looking as pissed as you had ever seen anyone. From what you could tell, he was human. His voice had falsely sweet venom to them. “Don’t you have other places to be?”

Terushima didn’t seem to notice the edge to his words, and he grinned stupidly up at him. “Semiiiii, I was wondering where you’d gone.”

The tall boy—Semi?—leaned down next to Terushima and whispered something indistinguishable in his ear. At once, Terushima’s eyes widened, seeming to glass over, and he couldn’t stumble out of the room fast enough. 

Semi turned to you. You noticed his hair was bleached to a warm, dusky ash-blonde, and his eyes were sharp. “You good?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you said. “What did you say to him?

He ignored your question. “Aren’t you the new kid?”

You corrected him with your actual name, followed by, “And yes, I am.”

He smiled in amusement, and offered his fist for you to bump. “Semi. Cool to meet you.”

“You too,” you said. “So, are you gonna tell me what you said to make him leave so quickly?”

He smirked. “A magician never reveals his secrets.” 

You looked him in the eyes, deadpan.

“Alright, if you really want to know…” He leaned in closer to you and whispered, “I threatened to leak his dick pics.”

A lie. You could tell. One of the few helpful gifts your monster-hunter ancestry had left you is the ability to tell when people are lying. It wasn’t magic, per se; it was more of a hypersensitivity, a trait made possible by your heightened senses. At any given moment, your brain was subconsciously noting every single detail around you, picking apart every change in your environment, analyzing anyone you came in contact with, dissecting tone and body language. And when you focused, you could read people like an open book. In the past, this would make you an expert tracker, a master of survival. But in the modern world, it aids you in different ways.

“It’s just about as close to mind reading you can get without magic,” your father had told you. 

So you looked at Semi, expression flat, and bluntly said, “If you’re going to tell me anything, tell the truth.”

He seemed caught off guard that you had called his bluff so quickly, but regained his composure. He grinned at you.

“Too obvious? Alright, well, here’s the truth,” he paused for a moment. “I’m a siren.”

Your eyes widened. You’d only met one siren before in your life, in your middle school, and she had been a total bitch to you. She’d use her powers, her singing voice like puppet strings, to make you carry her things or just outright humiliate you. She didn’t stop until she found out that you were a hunter.

“Don’t worry, if you’re not a sleazebag like Terushima, you’re safe from my powers,” he said.

“I take it you’re not friends,” You guessed.

“Oh, we are friends, actually,” Semi replied. “I’m just, y’know, not blind.”

You snorted at this, which seemed to satisfy him.

“Wanna grab a drink with me, new kid?” he asked. “There are non-alcoholic options as well.”

Your first instinct was to say no; you never made it a habit to go anywhere with a person you just met. But there was an ease about Semi, and it made you feel comforted amongst the pressing of the party going on around you. So you nodded, and let him lead you over to the kitchen.

He waggled a bottle at you. “Sprite?”

“Why not.” You caught it with ease as he threw it at you, cracking the seal and taking a small sip. He grabbed one for himself as well.

“Y’know, if you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t blame you,” he said. “Terushima’s house parties are… An acquired taste.”

“I thought about it, honestly,” you said. “But I don’t know if dipping from the party after five minutes of being here would exactly help my social life.”

“Cheers to that.” He swirled his Sprite around in the bottle. “But, hey, if you need someone to chill with at school, you’re welcome to join me.”

Your heart swelled. “Really?” Maybe I would make friends at this new school, after all. 

“Why not?” Semi said. “I don’t really stick to one group, anyways. Kind of a floater.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I was like that at my old school, too.”

He took a swig from his bottle. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you the ins and outs of Lyonell high.”

Someone called Semi’s name from the other room. He sighed. “It’s probably Taichi. I’ll catch you later, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thanks. For, uh…. Yeah”

“You don’t need to thank me for anything,” he said, shrugging. “You’re pretty cool.”

You gave him a half smile as he disappeared into the other room, which dropped as soon as you left. You leaned against the counter, sipping your sprite. Alone. The thought almost made you laugh; you were sure you looked as pathetic as you felt.

“Don’t like parties?” A sultry voice hummed in your ear.

You jumped back, only to see a tall, gangly boy with bright red hair and skin so pale you thought for a second that he must be a vampire. You vaguely recognized him; you’d seen him around at school, always lurking in corners, never with anyone else. He blinked at you, bow-like lips curving into a vaguely interested smirk. 

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, well, you did,” you huffed.

He tilted his head, mock-pouting. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away, deciding to ignore the boy in favor of your Sprite. You could feel him shift, and he leaned down to peer at you directly in front of your face.

“You’re new here, right?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. “My name is-”

“Oh, I already know your name,” he cut you off. “The rest of the school can’t shut up about it.” He blinked at me. “I’m Satori, by the way, but most people call me Tendou.”

From this angle, there was no way you couldn’t meet his gaze. His eyes were heavily hooded and a searing red, almost the same color as his hair. There was something sharp about them, but not aggressive. Just intense.

You kind of liked it.

“So,” he continued, “why come to a party if you’re going to sit around in a corner being sad?”

“I’m not sad,” you said. “I’m just bored. And hey, you’re over here, too, so you can’t talk.”

He hummed. “Ah, but you see, the only reason I came over here is because I saw you.”

He stepped back at this, so he was fully facing you and you could get a clear view of him. He towered over you easily despite being slouched, and his baggy black T-shirt hung loosely on his slim frame. He had a few necklaces, chains and such, as well as pierced ears. The whole time you glossed him over, he never stopped looking at you. It was like you were his whole focus, like you were a puzzle he was trying to solve by looking at. Not that you were complaining; you found that you rather enjoyed being looked at by him. Despite having just met him a moment ago, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to him, a kind of magnetic pull.

Almost as if he could sense your thoughts, he offered you his hand, and inclined his head in the direction of the other room, where the real partying was going on.

“C’mon,” he said. “The new kid can have a little fun, yeah?”

Against your better judgement, you let him lead you into the other room. You could feel the temperature change, rise as there were more bodies packed together, drinking and laughing, swaying and bouncing along with the beat of the music. Tendou blended into the crowd easily, like it was natural for him. It was his kind of scene.

In the corner, you spotted Semi, supporting the weight of a red-headed Tanuki boy who you could only assume to be Taichi. He was a little out of it, wobbly and barely able to hold himself up, and Semi seemed to have his hands full.

In the kitchen, the music had been a dull thudding seeping through the walls. But here, at the center of its source, it was loud, seeming to drown all of your senses in it. 

Tendou pulled you into him, urging you to dance. His body moved easily to the rhythm, loose and comfortable in the overwhelming atmosphere. He was grinning, and you could see the glint of it even under the dim lighting. His enthusiasm was contagious; you couldn’t help but dance along to the song a bit, an act which made Tendou grin even wider.

At some point, he had pulled you flush against him, and your faces were so close together that you could feel his hot breath fan across your cheeks. It was like an electric spark between you, something so high and full of tension that neither of you could pull away from. He began to lean down.

You suddenly felt a cold splash on your back that ran down your shirt. You yelped, and whirled around to see a very tipsy Terushima holding a red solo cup. He at least had the decency to look ashamed, eyes wide.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” he said. He was unsteady on his feet, the remnants of his drink sloshing about in the cup. You were quick to snatch it from his hand.

“I think you’ve had enough for one night,” you growled, turning on your heel and walking out. You deposited the cup on the kitchen counter, and went upstairs to where you hoped a bathroom would be.

Your back was sticky and smelled sour, and you were muttering curses under your breath as you trudged upstairs. The bathroom was directly across the hall, and you all but dove in, slamming the door behind you.

You took in heaving breaths. You felt so overwhelmed, so out of place, like you were forcing yourself to be someone you’re not. Everything was so much, too much, you felt suffocated. This feeling had been building up all day, you realized, and Terushima spilling his drink on you was just the tipping point.

You looked in the mirror. It was someone you didn’t recognize, hair tousled and face pale. It looked like a stranger. You turned around to see the reflection of where the drink had spilled. It was a cherry red, and ran down your back and even onto the waistband of your pants. It was definitely going to stain. You scowled.

There was a knock at the door, a pause, followed by a hesitant calling of your name.

“Yeah,” I said dryly.

The door cracked open to reveal Tendou, the grin wiped from his face and the enthusiasm drained from his piercing eyes. He just looked plain worried.

“You good?” he asked. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, turning back to face the mirror. Tendou caught a glimpse at the wide stain on your back and grimaced. 

“Y’know, Teru’s always been one of those guys that talks big but really can’t hold his liquor,” Tendou remarked as he let himself in. In his left hand he was carrying a mustard-yellow T shirt. He saw that you had spotted it, and offered it out.

“Figured you didn’t have a change of clothes,” he said. “I’m hoping it’ll work.”

You took it. The material was soft and pliable from being worn, the printing on it faded. You snorted as you realized it had a printing of the periodic table.

“Is this yours?” You asked.

He shook his head. “Teru’s.”

You raised a brow at him. “He gave it to you?”

“Well…,” Tendou said, a hint of mischief in his voice. “Not exactly.”

“So you stole it,” you stated rather than asked.

“I didn’t steal it,” he corrected. “I borrowed it. For you. It’s the least he could do to make up for it.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, okay, that’s true.”

He gestured to the shirt. “Go ahead and get cleaned up.” He then turned to go back downstairs, shutting the door behind him.

After peeling your shirt from your skin, you wiped the stickiness off with a wet washcloth, and pulled the T-shirt over your head. You balled up your soiled shirt and tucked it under your arm.

When you opened the door again, you were surprised to see Tendou still there, leaning up against the stairway railing. 

He offered a smile. “I guess it fits?”

“It’s a little big,” you said. “But yeah, it works.”

His long arms were crossed over his chest, and as he dissected you with his eyes, his brow creased. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You shrugged, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears. You debated telling him, letting him have a peek into your mind. But some part of you still wanted to stay guarded.

“A little overwhelmed, I guess.” You settled on a half-truth. 

“Are you coming back downstairs anytime soon?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Probably not. But you can go ahead.”

“Nah,” he said. “Parties like this are kinda’ lame anyways.”

For a moment, neither of you said or did anything. Tendou then stood up straight and started heading down the hall, pausing to look back and see if you were coming with him. You hesitated.

“Relax,” he hummed. “I know a spot where you can calm down.”

You let him lead you into one of the bedrooms. You paused at the doorway, wondering just where he was going with this, but he didn’t look back as he hefted the window open. Nimbly, he hopped up and pulled himself through, pausing on the sill.

“You coming?” He asked. “Teru’s roof has a pretty sweet view.”

You said nothing as you approached. He got himself all the way out, landing on the roof that started a few feet below the sill. He offered a hand to you, and although you were perfectly capable of getting yourself up there on your own, you decided to humor him and take it.

The September night air was sweet, cool, and most importantly, quiet. The booming bass of the party downstairs was a distant memory as you stepped out onto the roof. You two sat down against the scratching roofing, but you didn’t mind. You were still holding hands from before, but neither of you made any move to pull away.

He smirked. “Told you.”

He had been right; the view really was great. You could see the lights of the city below you from where Terushima’s house sat on a hill. You couldn’t see many stars because of the light pollution, but with how pretty the city was, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You could feel Tendou wordlessly lean into you. He was warm, solid, comforting. You found yourself untangling your hand from his and instead snaking an arm around his waist. He tensed for a moment, as if he hadn’t been expecting you to touch him first, before relaxing and letting his head fall against your shoulder.

“This is nice,” he breathed. 

You simply hummed in response. Your hand danced up and down his side, an innocent exploration. He jolted ever so slightly as your hand brushed against his shoulder blade. You traced your fingers higher, skimming along the searing skin of his milky neck until you raked them up from the bottom of his hair, brushing through.

You heard a sharp intake of breath from him, before he sighed contentedly, letting your fingers gently scrape against his scalp. His hair was stiff and crunchy from the product he put in it, but if you were messing it up, he didn’t say anything.

The two of you stayed on the roof like that for what seemed like forever, saying nothing but feeling everything. He had shifted to sit between your legs, reclined with his back facing you, head resting on your chest. When you stole a glimpse down at him, you saw that his eyelids had fluttered shut.

As if he could feel your gaze upon him, he lazily cracked his eyes open, staring catishly at you. 

“I think you were right,” you said.

Saying nothing, he hefted himself up from your lap to face you, never breaking eye contact. He got close again, foreheads almost pressed together, breaths in the fresh night air mixing together.

And then he was kissing you. 

It was warm and wet, but not heavy. His lips were slow, practiced, knowing how to mold into yours in just the right way. You kissed him back, cupping his face in your hands. His tongue slid out for a moment, making contact with yours in between your mouths pressing together, and then he pulled away.

“I’m getting a little cold,” he said. “Wanna head back down?”

You haphazardly slipped through the window, and followed Tendou downstairs.

The party had died down a bit, but not by much. You could spot a couple passed out on the couch, and a few small groups talking and laughing rather than a crowd of everyone dancing together. Someone had turned the music down—thank God—and although it still smelled like a teenage party, it felt somehow a little more bearable.

When you got to the bottom of the stairs, Tendou turned to you. 

“That was nice,” he said. “Really nice. But I don’t want you getting the wrong idea; I don’t wanna, like… start anything. Romantically. It’s not really how I roll. I’d rather stay just friends, y’know?”

As soon as the words ‘just friends’ left his mouth, you knew it was a lie. You could see it in the blinking of his eyes, the slight twitch of the corners of his mouth, the tilt of his shoulders. 

But you didn’t call him out on it. Instead, you said, “Just friends it is, then.”

And then you let him walk away, believing that you had bought his lie, that you were completely oblivious about his attraction to you

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