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Tendou Satori 18

•He/him

•Can't function around pretty people

Ushijima Wakatoshi 18

•He/him

•Doesn't know how to feel

Semi Eita • 18

•He/him

•In love with Shirabu

Reon Ohira • 18

•He/him

•Knows everything

Shirabu Kenjiro • 17

•He/him

•Doesn't do feelings

Goshiki Tsutomu • 16

•He/him

•Can't think straight

Zoë Hange • 29

•They/them

•Better than Y/n's parents

L/n Y/n °Tutor° She/her Pan 3rd year 18 {Your gorgeous self}

•She/her

•Can't handle socializing

Hinata Tachibana • 18  Takemichi Hanagaki • 18

•She/her                      •He/him

•close to dating each other

Rat L/n   3 years old

• Any Pronouns

• EXTREMELY ATTACHED to Y/n

🖋️Notes🖋️

-pov will switch

-Hanji and Y/n live together

-Hanji is Y/n's aunt

-Hanji and Hange are used interchangeably

📻 Songs📻

Break it off - Pinkpantheress (Y/n + Tendou

Treehouse - Alex G (Y/n +  Hanji

Moment - Vierre Cloud (Semi + Shirabu

YKWIM - Yot Club (Tendou

Heather - Conan Gray (Ushijima + Tendou

j's lullaby - Delaney Bailey (Ushijima + Tendou

Valentine - Laufey (Y/n + Tendou

Despair - Leo (Shirabu + Semi

Only - Lee Hi (Tendou + Y/n

I'm here if you need to talk

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Shiratorizawa Academy 10:47 a.m. Hallway

"Ushiwaka~" Tendou sang as the two walked through the large halls of Shiritorizawa. "Good morning, Tendou," Ushijima formally replied. Tendou complained about English as they were nearing mathematics class. When they made it to mathematics, Ushijima abruptly stopped at the doorway. Tendou's face scrunched up in confusion. "There's an envelope on your desk." Tendou sighed, pushing Ushijima's back, moving him forward slowly. "Don't worry I'll throw it away."

Before Tendou could do anything to the envelope Ushijima interrupted his movements. "I don't think It's that type of letter." Tendou pauses looking down at the baby blue envelope with black ink in cursive writing. Ushijima was now at his side. "A M O R," Ushijima pronounced each cursive letter. "Fineeeee, ugh. I'll keep it." Tendou stuffs the envelope in his pocket crumbling it. Mathematics class started shortly after their conversation.

Soon mathematics class ended and they had one more period before their mandatory afternoon lunch. Ushijima had history and Tendou had English. Ushijima was fine with history, but Tendou was never good at English. He tried to be engaged and learn the material, but he was just not good at English. And he had to walk half the way around school just to get to the class, out of breath. Ushijima and Tendou walked their separate ways.

Tendou was dying as he made it to room 333. He leaned against the wall outside of English class. Huffing in and out he felt eyes on him. He opened his eyes quickly and searched around. Nothing. He shrugged it off and begrudgingly walked into the classroom and took a seat at the back. Once he sat down the bell rang and the teacher addressed the class schedule.

"Before we start today's lesson, I'd like to let one of my star students introduce a proposition to you, fellow students." The teacher sets their binder on their brown desk and lets said star student take over. She clears her throat and adjusts her uniform. Tendou's ears perk up at the new student introduced. He had never seen nor heard of her before. Although he has never paid attention to English anyways, he knows almost everyone in this room and what their roles are.

She holds out a crumbled piece of lined paper. "Good almost afternoon, everyone. You all can call me Y/n. I proposed this idea to our teacher and they said they'd be fine with it." Her voice was wavering, yet she held this confident glint in her eyes looking between her paper and different students. "The idea I proposed was a tutoring session with me. On this paper is a list of all my openings and the amount of money needed. 17 bucks for every 30 minutes of tutoring. Now, I know you're wondering why me, but I can promise you I have a 102% in English and have helped other students like yourselves improve from a D to a B in a couple of weeks. Thank you." The h/c-haired student turned around and looked at the teacher.

They waved their hand in dismissal and she moved back to her desk, which was nearest to the front. "Okay," The teacher began. "Please consider her tutoring sessions. Now, let's get started on the actual lesson of the day. Please turn to page 205-" Tendou zoned out looking around the room, particularly near the 'star student' that he had never seen before, but has been in the same classroom with all semester.

*BRINGGGGGGGGGGG* 12:00 p.m.

The teacher looks up to the old clock in their room, pausing mid-sentence. "-And that's the bell. Before you go, remember the one page for homework and Y/n's tutoring sessions. Dismissed." The moment the bell rang, Tendou moved hastily to make his way out of the dreadful classroom and fill his hungry stomach with the okay lunch. He forgot to spare a glance at the gorgeous h/c-haired girl. He shrugged it off seeing as she'd probably be there tomorrow.

He finally made it to the humongous lunchroom filled with chatter, shouts, homework queries, song suggestions, and a kid mixing food to eat, people, including teachers, making bets on that said kid. And last but not least, his favorite table, discussing volleyball. Tendou stood in line forever, then was able to go to the table. He sat down next to Ushijima, across from Semi who was next to Reon. "Hello!" He exclaims before digging in. "Good afternoon, Tendou," Ushijima replies.

Semi and Reon grunt their hello and continue their conversation. "How was history, Ushiwaka?" "Nice, thank you for asking. How was English, Tendou?" Ushijima questions as Tendou shakes his head and sighs dramatically. "Fineeee, I think... I dozed off so I have no idea what happened." Ushijima hums in response and follows up with another question. "Do you still have the letter?"

Tendou freezes stuffing his mouth with food and slowly turns in Ushijima's direction. "Why would you-" Before Tendou could finish his harsh whispering Semi's ears perked up and he pushed himself into the conversation. "Letter? Like... hate or love?" Semi emphasizes the word 'love'. "Love." "Hate." Ushijima and Tendou said. Tendou goes back to eating and looks ahead at Semi repeating his answer. "Hate. I have never gotten a love letter. Jokes on you all. Hahaha." Tendou forces a laugh out.

"I disagree, love is the more obvious answer," Ushijima states his reasoning. Semi sighs rubbing his temples with both his hands, Reon patting his back in sympathy, snickering slightly. "Okay, show me the letter and I'll conclude." Semi holds out his hand. Tendou warily pulls out the crumbled-up baby blue envelope and quickly puts it in Semi's calloused hand. Semi looks back at Tendou then back down at his hand rolling his eyes and straightening the letter out on the lunch tables.

After straightening it out he holds it up and reads the 'A M O R' aloud. Shrugging, he opens it. "WAITTTTTTTT!" Tendou exclaims. Semi pauses with a questioning look. "What?" "Don't open it!" "What did you think I was going to do? Not?" Tendou rubs the back of his neck. "Yes?" Semi sighs coming to his conclusion. "It's obviously a love letter you just don't want to believe it. Now, can I open it? We won't make fun of you, we promise."

Tendou loudly bangs his head on the table and then mumbles an 'okay'. Semi slowly opens the pretty envelope and was shocked, eyes widening when reading.

Dear Tendou Satori,-

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Shiritoizawa Academy 12:15 p.m.

Dear Tendou Satori,
I like you. My aunt always says that to have a significant other is to start with a friendship and let the feelings find their way every day. Now, I will admit I’m not your friend nor partner, and you don’t know me. And I’m telling you who I am for a long time because I'm… me? But mark my words, once the year is over -hopefully- I'll confess to you in person based on a wonderful friendship! So how about this, every couple of days you’ll get a letter from me, the letter will be different depending on what my aunt has in stock. Except, I'll always write something about my day and one, and I mean one, fact about me. Cheesy I know, but just throw this away. FUN FACT OF THE DAY: I only eat the school lunch when onigiri is being served.
Sincerely, AMOR

Semi finishes reading the romantic letter aloud and passes it to Reon who studies it and passes it to Ushijima who shares studying it with Tendou. Tendou takes it out of Ushijima’s hands once he’s done and squints his eyes at the letter smooshing it on his face.

“I- this has to be a joke.” He slowly pushes the letter down his face and onto the lunch table. Reon shrugs before taking a bite of his food and replying, “No. Someone, undeniably, likes you.” Tendou looks at him with a solemn face. “It seems unreal.” “It’s not ‘unreal’ it’s just... unlikely. Besides, with all the clues they’ll give us we’ll find them in no time.” Tendou sighs at Semi’s words.

“Does anyone have any idea who ‘AMOR’ would be?” Ushijima questions. The table is silent. “Alright, Tendou who has stuck out to you these past weeks?” Semi asks leaving Tendou to search every person in his memory. Tendou claps his hands together, getting everyone's attention. “There was this new student or not new student?” Semi tilts his head in confusion and Reon look at him questioningly while Ushijima listens closely, gulping down his water.

“She was presenting her tutoring sessions for English. The teacher looked at her like she has been here all year, but I have never seen her in that classroom ever.” Semi and Reon look at each other with the same expression and Semi snickers as Reon rolls his eyes. Tendou perks up at the sudden actions. “What?” Reon clears his throat. “Do you ever pay attention in that class?” Tendou gives a ‘wtf’ face. “Reon!” “Tendou, you say right before we part to our next classes, how you zone out and never come back until the bell rings.” Ushijima clarifies. Before Tendou can clear his name, a sound interrupts him.

*BRINNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG*

“We’ll talk about this later. Any updates, in the group chat,” Semi says before he and Reon clean up and leave. Ushijima and Tendou do the same and exit the cafeteria. Speaking of phones Tendou pats his back pants pocket, his front, then all over him. After he couldn’t find it on his clothes, he dramatically drops his backpack on the floor and searches. He couldn’t find it. “Are you okay Tendou?” Tendou looks up dramatically and lifts his backpack saying, “I have to go back to hell.” Ushijima understands what he means. “May I walk with you to English?”

Tendou snickers slightly and brushes it off, saying he’ll meet him in economics. He sprints a bit fast than usual not wanting to be near the big English room already having an encounter with it. He makes it to the number 333. Taking a deep breath, he knocks on the door hearing footsteps and then the tall teacher in a suit opens the door. They had an RBF so it was hard to tell if they were mad at him or not. “Do you need something, Tendou?” The teacher questions. He sheepishly replies. “I think I left my phone.” They brighten up following with a relieved exhale.

“Come in and see if this is yours.” They lead the redhead in. He nods his head entering seeing a h/c-haired student on a seat with earbuds in, turned around doing some work. Or a note? He puts his focus back onto the teacher going into a drawer and pulling out a black iPhone 12 Pro. “Thank you.” He lights up. Taking his phone back...

The second bell rings...

He deflates realizing how long it took him to get, here communicate with the teacher then get his phone. He never had a chance to get back before the bell. “I’ll write you a pass.” The teacher makes their way behind their desk getting out a sticky note. This is when he realizes how nice this teacher actually is. Caring. They were walking over to him before they suddenly stop. “Before I let you go. What’s your grade in my class?” They suspect. He rubs the back of his neck. “Um...D minus...maybe.” He answers. They chuckle heading over to the student who was biting her pencil.

They tap the student’s paper. They look up taking off their earbuds. The teacher gestures towards the door. She looks over and sees the tall redhead. The student looks away. The teacher walks over and the student hops off the stool jogging along with the fast teacher. “You know Y/n from the beginning of class, right?” They question. He approves with a nod. “Tell me, you have enough money for her lessons, right?” He was hesitant to answer, the girl seemed too proper and judgemental for him. She most likely believes what everyone says. Gullible. Nevertheless, ‘yes’ slips past his lips. For his parents’ sake. “Great!” The bright teacher beams out. They put their hands on the tutor’s shoulders and push her forward.

“Y/n, meet your second student.” They beam at the girl. Tendou and her are shocked being so close to each other. After a moment, Y/n takes the teacher’s hands off her shoulders. “You don’t have to; the professor just thinks it will help and my first thirty minutes are always free,” she smiles out. Now that he was closer to her, he could see her better. Her acne-ridden face, dimples from her wide smile, her beautiful figure and not to mention her h/l h/c hair flowing down. She may not be that… gullible.

“N-no I'd love to have you tutor me.” He’s weirded out by his sudden nervousness but rolls with it. She holds out her hand. He picks up the hint and does the same. Feigning oblivion, she asks, “Tendou, right?” He does the same. “Yes. Y/n?” She hums in approval. “Well, we can arrange the details after class tomorrow.” The teacher excuses Tendou with his tardy slip.

He was ecstatic.

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Shiratorizawa Academy 12:53 p.m.

Tendou barged into his home economics class and handed his teacher the slip. He got judgemental stares from everyone except Ushijima as he made his way to his seat. “Back to what I was saying-” The teacher's voice was muffled to Tendou, he was still caught up from the beautiful classmate he saw in his hated class. Ushijima noticed this and concurred he needed to talk to his best friend after class.

Once the bell rang for their next and final class Ushijima made it prominent that he needed to talk to Tendou. That prominent way was staring daggers into Tendou like he was prey. Tendou was still not fazed as he dreamily remembered the girl. She was imperfectly perfect. And to him, that meant her imperfections were what made her perfect. Chezzy, he knew, but he was head over heels for her just seeing her once.

Before he made it to his classroom he was brought back to reality instead of floating on clouds with Ushijima holding the handle of his backpack, stopping him from walking ahead of his destination. “Oof- thanks, my guy,” Tendou brushes off before heading into another one of his boring classes. Ushijima, beyond shocked, stands there and then trudges to his classroom right beside Tendou’s.

Ushijima had study hall at this time, but luckily, Tendou had his favorite subject, art. He could express himself in any way possible when it came to art. Now was he the best artist in the world? To him, no. To others, maybe mediocre. He was okay with this though. He loved art and was lucky to have it this year for the semester. He went to his table trying to get pumped for art. The bell rang signaling the start of his favorite subject.

Before the fun could begin the teacher rang her bell signaling the stop of everything. Tendou was brought out of his thought once she started talking. “Okay pretties, two things. One; if you haven’t already, make sure last week's project is turned in and completed. Two; we have a student add-in. She switched from study hall, so everyone please treat her with respect.” Tendou hummed to himself curiously. ‘A girl is transferring from study hall-’

It’s her. He slowly closed his eyes and opened one, then closed it doing the same process to the other before looking somewhere else in the room. He was trying to distract himself from the embarrassment of seeing her again. He stuttered from her beauty. He was not going to make the situation more awkward than before.

He heard a chair slide and the table shake a bit. He looked to the left. He swore he was dreaming. She was there again.

Flashback: English, Y/n pov / 1st person pov

Okay, all I had to do was not mess it up. I did that, but... Tendou was staring so fucking intensely at me. What The. F- Had he not seen another person in his life? Or was he not taught that staring at others is rude and none of anyone's business? That’s beside the point though. I’m going to make my own money. My own. I sat in my usual seat and began taking notes my aunt put on the board.

The bell rang as I was still taking the notes. Tendou was one of the first to leave even if he was furthest from the door. “You did well.” I widely smile at my aunt’s praise. “Thank you for that aun-” Before I even finished my sentence they were talking again. “Tendou was staring very intently at you during your speech.” “... I didn’t get to finish my sentence,” I pouted completely ignoring their fact.

They looked at me smirking. They went behind their desk pulling out our lunch while talking. “I’m sorry, dearest student of mine, but-” They motioned for me to come to pick out my lunch. “-you can’t ignore the way he was looking at you.” I picked (favorite food) instead of the salad. I sit on their desk, swaying my legs, getting ready to gossip. “I know, I was soooo tempted to look over at him and have a moment.” I squeal, confusing my aunt.

“Why didn’t you?” They ask. “You’re too old to know.” They snicker and pinch my arm, making me whine. “Ha, ha, funny child. Watch me beat you in C.O.D.” They chuckle and I pout. “It’s only because I am focusing on my studies and have a hard time remembering the buttons on the keyboard from the controller.” “Yeah, yeah. You send the letter,” They say shifting papers. I shush them a bit.

“Yes, but I'm not sure if it stayed on his desk.” I get off their wooden desk and go to one of the tables with a stool. They click their tongue. “I told you, you should have put it in his locker.” I just brush them off, putting in my old f/c earbuds that are close to falling apart. We sit in a comfortable environment. Until I hear a knock at the door. They go to see who it is as I turn up the volume to my playlist.

I heard muffled voices talking, but I was too focused on my calculus homework to notice my auntie walk up. They tap my needing-help homework and I look up. They gesture towards the door and I see him. A masterpiece. I mean the definition of p e r f e c t i o n. I look away feeling my face heat. My auntie chuckles lightly at my nervous expression.

“Come.” With that one word, I was frightened. I knew my aunt was crazy. I mean the only way she has this English job is because one of my uncles needed a substitute. I hop off the stool, stumbling a little, and jogging up to them. He is like a fucking God standing there in his usual lanky posture. Man, I seriously can’t not simp for him, even in my inner monologue.

My aunt reintroduces me and I freak out because he still remembers me. But then they go into my study questions and I know what they’re doing. I’m not mad, but a heads up would've been nice. I knew he was someone who needed help, but I had a plan and everything. They push me forward, oh so close to him. oh, shi- Before they overwhelmed him, and I freak out at our position, I interrupted.

“You don’t have to; the professor just thinks it will help and my first thirty minutes are always free.” I smile out. He looks at me intently more than earlier. I take this to also have my glance at him. He has smooth skin, bright red gravity-defying hair, a lean figure, pale skin with splotches, and pretty, wide eyes. He stutters out a reply, “N-no I'd love to have you tutor me.” I could tell he was a bit shocked by his nervousness, but we both ignored it. He’s adorable.

Now, for the final step of my not planned plan. I hold out my hand and in slips his larger smooth one. “Tendou, right?” From behind my lashes, I glance up at him. “Yes. Y/n?” I hum as conformation. “Well, we can arrange the details after class tomorrow.” My auntie says. And yes, I forgot they were there as Tendou fucking Satori was in front of me. As they usher him out I could already predict what was coming.

The teasing.

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Shiratorizawa Academy 1:15 p.m.

She was right beside him. The teacher’s voice was blurred. He was confused. There were more than enough seats around the room for her to choose from, yet she chose to sit next to him. Even other students encouraged her to join. He was staring for a bit trying to come up with a conclusion, but as he was, he didn’t realize it was time to start the art project. So, when she turned toward him, it startled him, to say the least. He was embarrassed because he had been caught staring.

She smiled so brightly with a squint to the corners of her eyes. She was beautiful. She opened her mouth, honey spilling out. “What do you think? Should we do purple or red?” ‘Oh shit-‘ “You weren’t paying attention, were you?” He blushed deeply. “I-” Her chuckle was like a dying bird. “It’s alright, I do that way more than I should.” She scratches the back of her neck. “I’ll explain it the best I can.” She leans in, pointing beside Tendou. “We’re going to get called to pick something from one of the buckets. We have to decide if we want something from the purple or red one.”

He tilts his head towards her. “Do we know what we’ll get?” She shakes her head.“No, she only said to discuss with your table which color you'd like.” "Oh, thanks, though, aren't there more than just purple and red?" She pursed her lips together, in embarrassment. "Aha, yeah, um, I just thought… you know." She looked up to meet Tendou's eyes; he was already staring at her. "Go ahead, I won't bite."

Her eyes enlarged, and looking away, she replied. "You have red hair and purple…. is Shiratorazawa’s color. I didn't mean to offend yo-" "Alright everyone, I hope you discussed this with your partners, and are ready to choose. I'll have this column-" She directs her hand to the left. "Come up first, then it'll go in order."

Two go up and pick up their preferred buckets, sitting back down silently. "You didn't offend me." Y/n hums staring at the students. "I think red." She looks at Tendou with an upturn to her lips."It's a magnificent color." With that said, she admired his hair. It stood straight up with a few curls at the bottom.

The next columns go. Tendou and Y/n are the second to last for picking. "I heard you two discussing purple or red and I guess you guys were lucky." There sat a purple and red bucket. "Did you both decide?" Tendou hums. "The red." The art teacher chuckles, black hair swaying. "I'm guessing Y/n chose that." Tendou's brows furrow. "How did you know?" Y/n grabs the red bucket. "Thank you, Mrs. Kam." She winks. "Anytime, sweetie." Y/n sucks in a breath, walking away quickly. Tendou side glances Mrs. Kam and swiftly follows.

“Now that everyone should have a bucket, let’s begin.” She grabs a remote from her desk and instructs, “Go ahead and open your buckets.” Everyone does without a second thought. Inside were an assortment of objects some ranging from napkins to books to folders to shoes to bubble gum. It all depended on the color. Y/n carefully opened the bucket and Tendou looked inside.

“Okay, before you scold me, this is a project for connection with your partner.” Groans were heard and some hums of excitement. Mrs. Kam clicks a button on the small grey remote, skimming through slides. “These are examples from last year, but I want you to do the opposite of what they did. I‘ll take yellow as an example.” She flips to the yellow slide and walks over to the table with the yellow bucket.

“Yellow usually brings happiness and joy; it’s bright feelings overall. You are going to do the opposite. The opposite of happiness issss..” She waits before clasping her hands together. “Sadness?” She huffs a breath out with a smile. “Correct, Y/n, but yellow isn’t a sad color, you don’t feel sad when yellow comes. Though, that isn’t entirely true.”

“Yellow can also mean sickness or disgust, depending on the shade. You have permission to search things associated with the colors if you need to, or ask me.” A kid in the back raises their hand. Mrs. Kam points to them. “Yes, Samantha?” “What will we do after the color choice?” The tall teacher chuckles. “Well,” She switches slides. “The next step in this process is what type of art is in your bucket.” Everyone is confused by that sentence. “To further elaborate,” She walks back to the yellow bucket table. “Under the lid is a note-” She flips the lid upside down and takes off the pastel yellow paper square.

“Painting! This table will have to paint a feeling of yellow that isn’t happiness. Also, you each have to do your part!” She grabs a stack of papers from her desk. “I’ll pass out these, which tell what you need to do, and what emotion you can’t do depending on your color.” Silence is pumped with eagerness. “Alright, you may begin.” She smiles at the excitement almost twirling around the classroom as she passes out the freshly printed papers, discussing with some students.

“Okay, red can bring out feelings of, anger, love, passion, and hunger. What do you think of those?” Tendou had gotten everything out of the bucket and onto the table in a clutter. He was taking off the note. “I think-” “Hi sweets, how is the red going? Got any ideas?” Y/n huffs. “Yes, Tendou was going to tell me which of my suggestions he liked-” “Always doing the work for others, Y/n, loosen up.” Mrs.Kam holds out a paper leaning on the desk, her flowing dress creasing against the table. “Your anger is taken out of the list, though. So, what were the other suggestions?” “L-” “Love, passion, and hunger.” Tendou sang from memory. Y/n took a moment to catch up. He remembered all she said, more importantly, he was listening.

“I… yeah those- those were my suggestions.” Y/n was still a bit taken aback, but her eyes were lit like fireworks. Mrs. Kam smiled. “Young love.” She whispered out. Y/n quickly looked up. “What?” Mrs. Kam didn’t realize her thoughts voiced aloud. “Oh, love, I know it’s a bit basic, but you two should do it! I forgot what your art technique was. Tendou,” She turns to him. “What is it?” He looks at the black ink. “Photography…” Mrs. Kam almost shrieks. “Of course, it is! I want you two to travel around with each other and find romance in the air, it can be platonic, doesn’t have to be all lovey-dovey. There are all kinds of love.” Mrs. Kam smiles. “I’ll leave you two to it!” She twirls off to another table.

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Shiratorizawa Academy 2:30 p.m.

The hallways were bustling, but the two felt as though they were the only ones. That may be a stretch, yet the two were nervous and filled to the brim with doves. Tendou gripped Y/n's arm pulling her to the large window. A baby blue sky with white marshmallow clouds. That wasn't what piqued his interest. There was a robin. Tiny with a gray tummy and orange accents, long legs, and claws as sharp as knives.

It was whistling, a high-pitched harmonic tune. Complementing the sky, he knew Y/n would love it. He released her wrist gazing at it. "Beautiful." He hummed, slowly turning his head, eyes following. Though, he didn't realize she wasn't talking about the bird. She couldn't take her gaze off of Tendou. The natural light highlighted his nose, cheekbones, and glistening eyes. She quickly glanced at the bird. "A-are you interested in birds?" The urge to face palm herself was high. He chuckled. "Like- birdwatching- or feeding birds?" She fiddled with her fingers. “Either…”

"Yeah, I sometimes feed birds." He smiled, gripping his backpack straps. She gasped, excitedly. "My aunt always buys the premium quality bird feed for our neighborhood birds. I'm pretty sure you aren't allowed to feed them, but that never stopped them." The two snickered. Y/n glimpsed behind Tendou, she cleared her throat. "Hey- I have to leave because- um-" "It's fine." Tendou was brought back to reality, again. Y/n, a pretty girl. His type, but he wasn't hers. She was known for good, and he was known for being a weirdo who always stood out, never accepted. He knew Y/n wouldn't look in his direction unless it was necessary. He needed to remember that. He needed to remember he was unlovable. He almost walked away. “See y-” He came to a halt.

She smiled at him. The sun couldn't compare. "Here." She quickly shoved a paper in his hand. She squeezed his knuckles and left in the opposite direction, wishing him one last goodbye. He blinks and tilts his head in confusion. Opening his palm he inspects the paper.

xxx-xxx-xxxx text me!

He blushed a deep crimson of roses, shoving it in his pocket, he bolted to the exit. Gym, he needed to go play volleyball, and gossip with his friends

2nd pov

Looking behind, you saw a monstrosity. Hanji was mouthing 'kiss' repeatedly and demonstrating with their hands. You needed to get out of there, immediately, before he noticed, but you didn't have an excuse and didn't want to leave. The hurt in his eyes was evident. Wow, you wanted to slap him (for being so stupid thinking you'd want to leave, especially without a proper goodbye) and you wanted to punch yourself because you let Hanji take over your emotions.

Quickly, you take out the pre-written phone number you had in your pocket. You planned on giving it to him earlier, maybe sneak it in his pocket, except you needed to be more direct as Hanji said. "If you're really going to confess at the end of the year, you need to build your confidence up." You didn't do it the exact 'Hanji approved way' because that was too much, still. it was enough to bring a vibrant blush to his cheeks.

You speed walk over to Hanji almost hitting them. Before you can, they poked your face with a stack of papers, shoving them into your grip. "Okay, Ms. Pissy, before you scold me-" They start walking backward. "Be happy I didn't start cheering you two on." They turn around. "I was a milli-second away from it." They pinch their pointer and thumb close together in demonstration. You scoff, catching up with them. "You know, you should really stop it." They smirk. "Alright, but that means you can't react the way you do when Moblit and I hang out." You gasp. "You're playing a dirty game here. Dirty." You both make eye contact before bursting out into laughter. Students glance at you two making your stomach churn. Hanji opens the stairway door, letting you go before them. "Okay, enough with boys- How was school?"

You clear your throat. "Good." "Y/n, ho-" "Honest." You finish their sentence. You two start walking down, shoes clacking against the marble. "People aren't fun, I've said it before and still mean it." They hum, hands in their pockets. "You know if-" "They aren't-" Hanji bites their tongue in frustration. "As I was saying- if they are… troubling you, I'm here." You sighed. Safe, you were always safe with them.

"Thank you…" You whispered out before asking about their day. The conversation went miles with their mind directing. You stayed at school with them until five pm. It was time for home.

Hanji chortled, as you turned the door knob. "-and Levi thought I was crazy." You giggled, "You only have crazy tendencies, aunt." They pinched your cheeks. "Stop hanging around Levi." You two walked into your apartment before shaking off your shoes and going to do your own thing. Hanji was in the kitchen making noise, whilst you were tidying up. "Mini Levi, would you mind not messing up my experiment on the table and help me instead?" You snickered, "I'd be cleaning it up, but sure."

You walk over to Rat, your outdoor cat, on the kitchen counter petting her furless body before asking, "I thought we were just having leftovers?" Hanji shakes their head. "I forgot, the premiere of that new anime is tonight. Want to join?" You're about to reply before you hear your phone chime. You pick it up from next to your cat who hisses. "It's okay, Rat, I'll still pet you." Rat relaxes when you kiss her head. Hanji snickers before shoving something in the oven.

Opening messages you see a new number.

ooo-ooo-oooo
Hey!!!!!!!!!!!

Your brows furrow.

You
I'm sorry, you may have the wrong number. Who is this?

Putting your phone down, you answer Hanji. "I need to study for a quiz, maybe next time." They roll their eyes. "You better eat some lasagna before, crazy." You roll your eyes, picking up your phone after mumbling, “Okay, crazy.”

ooo-ooo-oooo
Sorry that would have been helpful :/
It's Tendou from art

Oh shit.

Chapter Text

Tendou lays on Ushijima’s bunk, the plush pillow over his face suffocating him. Ushijima sat on the desk toward the corner, olive hair wet and sticking to his face. Two others, Reon and Semi, chaotically tossed the redhead’s phone from between them figuring out what to do. “All I’m saying is-” “No, Reon, who the fuck would say that!” “Well maybe just hello.” “No, Ushijima. Just no.” Tendou groaned, throwing the pillow at Semi. Semi made a hurt sound and glared at Tendou who sat half up on his elbows. “What was that for?” “You’re being too controlling.” Semi’s face scrunched, grip on Tendou’s phone loosening and inclining Reon to take it. “Am not.” “Are too,” Reon agreed with Tendou. Tendou made a ‘ha’ sound and sat up, torso crunched from the top bunk over him. “Told you!” Semi grunted, tossing the pillow back at Tendou, perfect aim hitting him center face. Semi stole Tendou’s phone back from Reon, crawling to stand. “Besides the point. This-” He points to the phone in his grip, messaging app on screen. “-is more important.” Tendou whines, falling to the floor and hugging Ushijima’s soft white pillow to his chest, nose, and face burying in it.

Ushijima watched from the corner, like everyone else in the room, but a different thought circled his mind. “Tendou, it’s not that big of a deal!” Semi shouted, typing something on the phone and walking closer to him. “Yes, it issss!” Semi sat beside him, Reon diagonal. “She’s just faking it. Please leave it alone, Semi-semi!” An irk mark showed on the grey hair’s face. “Tendou, she just wants a study session.” Ushijima cleared his throat. “Your grades are failing.” Tendou chuckled, lifting his saddened face up. “Ever the wisest, Ushi.” Semi shoved his phone in his face. “How about this?”

Hey, it’s Tendou from art. Want to hang? Maybe make that study session happen over coffee?

Tendou chortles, teasing, “Is that how you get all the guys and girls here?” Semi smacked him on the back of the head, tossing the phone in front of Tendou’s feet. “You know what- You’re on your own.” Semi stood, hand motioning for Reon to follow suit. “We’re going to get a refill of snacks. Want to come, Ushijima?” Ushijima shakes his head. “No, I have to read a manga Tendou lent me.” Semi rolls his eyes, opening the dorm door. “Okay, whatever, love-birds. Reon and I’ll be back with the usuals.” Tendou’s eyes sparkled at the thought of obtaining- “Get me chocolate pocky, too, please!” Semi flipped him off and all hope of his was lost for the original treat.

Reon chuckled, pushing him forward. “See you guys in a bit.” Reon shut the door and caught up to Semi. When the two set an identical pace, Reon started their casual conversation, “Do you think she’s Amor?” Semi shrugs, stretching his arms above his head. “Not sure, maybe.” Reon hummed, digging into his pockets to find what Yen he had left. “Did you see Ushijima’s face?” Semi smirked, as Reon fiddled with the worn coins on his calloused palms. “Yeah, Tendou is oblivious.” Reon handed Semi some Yen as the multitude of tall containers filled with foods, drinks, and nonsense came into view. “So is Ushijima.” Semi laughs. “Touche.” The two start gathering their necessities when two shadows come into sight.

Tendou was biting his fingers, not nails as he’s afraid of creating crescents in his front teeth which his parents ingrained in him, and staring intently at his phone. Ushijima was leaning against their desk, flipping pages in the large manga to find his spot when the redhead’s whine called for his attention. “What’s the problem, Tendou?” He turned around, fitted shirt illustrating his creasing muscles. “I don’t know what to say,” he pouted out. Ushijima stood, moving towards his friend. “Why not just ‘hello, Y/n’?” Ushijima queries out loud, sitting down next to Tendou, a small amount of space between the two tall bodies. “No, she’d think I was some creeeeeeeep!” Tendou whines, throwing his head back onto Ushijima’s bed.

“I don’t think I understand the big deal of this,” Ushijima stated, making Tendou sit up. “Yeah, this is pretty dumb…” “You should just text her the way you text everyone else.” Tendou smiled, bright, kissing Ushijima on the cheek. “You big loaf of a genius”. He strokes his chin, continuing, “I’ll charm her with my personality and not that SemiSemi’s.” When he opened his phone back up, he was too distracted to notice Ushijima’s rising blush. Where Tendou kissed, fireworks sparked his skin. Ushijima stared at his friend typing. Moments leather his gasp caught Ushijima’s attention. “She’s replying!” He was excited. Not about Ushijima, but about a girl Ushijima didn’t know, and Tendou was infatuated with. “Oh shit, I forgot.” He typed some more, hitting send, and then turned to Ushijima. “You know, you’re really smart, thanks, man!”

Girl

Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize earlier!

I should have known you would have texted

Not that you wouldn’t

It’s just that I gave you my phone number

I’m sorry

Me

:-()

You’re good, no need to apologize ^_-

Girl

Okay, thank you, and excuse me for the ramble^

Do you want to schedule a study session?

Or is this about art?

Do you need anything?

Can I do anything for you?

Tendou frowned, and Ushijima asked, “Is everything okay?” Tendou nodded. “Yeah, she’s just so… school-y and proper.” Something lit in Ushijima, a bit of happiness maybe. He didn’t like it, yet the way Tendou sounded disinterested in this girl he didn’t know, made his heart tingle in hope. “Hmmm, do you think this is a good reply?” Ushijima saw his friend’s response;

Actually, I was hoping to just chat╰(*°▽°*)╯

Ushijima wanted to say no. Instead, he settled with, “Maybe, but didn’t you need tutoring?” Tendou scrunched in reality. “Yeah, yeah…” He sighed, erasing his text and going with,

Me

I’d like to order tutoring with you please!

o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

Girl

>.<

You’re so cute

BUT LIKE IN A CREATIVE WAY!

LIKE WITH YOUR WORDS!

I’m extremely sorry

When are you free for tutoring?

Faint roses crept onto Tendou’s cheeks, a light smile dancing on his features.

Me

You’re a funny tutor (p≧w≦q)

I’m free at lunch tomorrow

Or after school tomorrow :D

You?

Girl

Lunch sounds good!

We could meet in Professor Hanji’s class

Me

Sure

Girl

If you know somewhere else, you can suggest it.

Me

Got it, Ms. Serious

See you at their class tomorrow

(oﾟvﾟ)ノ.

Girl

d=====(￣▽￣*)b

Tendou bit his lip out of happiness. She used Kaomoji’s with him. Tendou snapped out of his reverie when the door slammed open. “Shut up, Reon.”

Chapter Text

Hanji’s apartment 12:30 am

Hugging her pillow closer she smiled brightly. “This is happening!” She was on her side, bright light illuminating her face in the dark room. She forgot to study, and it was twelve at night. She guessed Hanji was passed out on the couch from watching their new anime. Y/n could care less, Tendou Satori was swarming her mind.

Her crush since her first year, eyes of rubies, laughter of a hawk, would notice her. She’d be his tutor for English and he’d fall madly-

“You’re getting ahead of yourself,” she self-scolded, rolling onto her back, pillow over her arm and phone held, shining above her face. She read the texts over and over, memorizing each syllable. They stared back at her, taunting her past and present. “Get out of your head, Y/n.” Her phone-clad hand dropped to her chest, lifting with the inhale and exhale of her breathing pattern “Focus, Y/n, focus.” She turned her phone off and tossed it somewhere on her comforter before drifting off, hoping her day would go as good as she imagined. 

Shiratorizawa Academy 5:30 am

She whined as her aunt went on and on. “And then he said-” “Auntie, please I’m begging you, carrying your stuff is enough.” They chuckled, brown hair swaying. “Alright, alright, I get it.” The two stop in front of a door, Mx. Zoe etched into a slim rectangular silver metal sign. They insert the key as Y/n struggles to keep the boxes in her grip. “Put them beside my desk, please.” Y/n hums, struggling to walk through the door and slam them down. “Wow, strong.” They clap behind her, small loud slaps. Y/n laughs at her aunt’s behavior, walking to her usual table back a bit hunched. “Yeah, yeah.” Hanji closes their door and walks over to their desk. 

They tug their bag off, pull it over their head, and sit down in their chair, questioning Y/n, “How was studying?” Y/n looks up from her seat, backpack to her left, hand scribbling on paper. “Decent. Math is always math.” They hum, pulling out their laptop from their bag. “Maybe Tendou is good at it… You could ask him to tutor you too-” “No. No. No. I’m not getting tutored.” She flips the page over. “God, you and your ego always get in the way.”

Hanji snickers, not thinking when they utter, “That’s so like your mom. She always used to refuse help. And now…” The room’s tension turns iceberg thick. Hanji swallows, glancing at the student continuing to write, tapping numbers into her calculator. “What?” She asks not even looking at Hanji. “N-nothing I just thought you’d…you know.” She smiles, eyes meeting Hanji. “Fun fact, I’m not ten anymore. I don’t really cry over those things.” Hanji nods, focusing on their computer instead.  

Deep down, Y/n wanted to cry over those things. Even if it was just for a second, she wanted her childhood tears back. She wanted them right before going home with Hanji. She never wanted to be so weak in front of the people who seemed to care about her so much. She wants them back just so she can cry into her pillow at night, thinking about the count-on-one-hand good memories she had. 

She just wants to be able to cry about it once more. Just once that’s all she asks.

“-/n? Y/n!”  Hanji slammed a book next to the h/c-haired girl’s head, a self-satisfied smile caressing their lips as she shot up. “Well, it’s good to see you, precious.” Hanji walks away with the book snug against their chest. Y/n was heaving, shocked by Hanji. She whines, making a scene of getting up. “I told you not to do that, Auntie!” Hanji nods, setting their book down before gathering more out. “Yes, yes, and I told you I wouldn’t… last year-” “Auntie-” “Mr. Hanji?” Y/n freezes, hoping to the Gods her recognition is correct. Lo and behold, she is right. There stood her longtime friends. Takemichi Hanagaki and Hinata Tachibana. 

Takemichi was of average height with short, wavy black hair, slender eyebrows, bright blue eyes, and light, fluffy fawn skin. Hinata Tachibana, on the other hand, had pink coral eyes, long, muted salmon hair, bangs directed in the middle of her eyebrows, a beauty mark directly underneath her lips, and smooth, faint pink skin. Each was wearing a version of the Shiratorizawa uniform. Purple and white complimenting the walls of the school.

Y/n releases a held-in breath, chest loosening and heart expanding. Hanji waves, exclaiming, “Ah, hello friends of my daughter.” Y/n rolls her eyes with a smile, heat finding her cheeks. “Y/n!” “Hinata!” The two girls giggle and leap at each other. They each hold the other’s form in a tight grip. “I missed you yesterday!” “No, I missed you!” “You two had multiple periods together-” “But I couldn’t come to her lunch. Stupid detention-” Hinata, the pretty short girl, side-eyes the teacher. “I couldn’t do anything!” They try to defend themselves before Takemichi pats them on the back a sign of his sympathy and their loss. Hanji hangs their head low. 

“Anyway, how was art with Ms. K?” Hinata pulls away from the h/c-haired girl, hands looping together. Y/n answers quickly, certainly pleased, “The best!” “I know, right!” Y/n nods, continuing, “we got to listen to music, and the projects are super chill!” Hinata squeals. “That’s what I’m saying! Way better than En-” “Keep it out of your mouth!” Hanji shouts, Takemichi helping them with books. Hinata bites their tongue, the two girls giggling. “How long until homeroom starts?” Y/n starts swaying their arms, hands tightening with each other. “Y/n, you didn’t check the time?” Y/n bites her bottom lip, looking off to the side. “Kind of fell asleep.” Hinata chuckles, pulling her hands away from Y/n. 

“Which is why you must be around me 24/7!” Y/n nods, looping arms with the pink-haired girl. “Now, it is currently, thirty minutes until homeroom-” “Meaning we must eat breakfast!” Y/n finishes Hinata’s sentence, walking towards the doors. “We’re off, take care~” Hinata sings before the two run out into the halls. “No running!” Silence, Hanji is met with silence.

They clip their tongue. “Personally, I like your English class.” They smile down at him. “Thanks, but I’d get going instead of kissing up to me, or else they’ll eat all the vending machine’s food.” Takemichi nods, tight-lipped before grabbing his bag on the floor and rushing after his other friends.

Chapter Text

Dorm room; flashback

Semi was a tall guy with muted beige skin black eyebrows, grey-tipped ash blonde hair, and brown hues that reek of boredom. Shirabu was a shorter guy with brown hues that danced with distaste, an uneven sandy-haired bowl-cut, sandy eyebrows, and overworked pale fawn skin that complimented his presence.

The two were great friends even with Shirabu’s perfectionist nature and Semi’s laid-back self. Each knew what the other needed. After days of no practice and just school, they’d head to a cafe near Shiratorizawa and find themselves indulging in coffee and sweets for late-night study sessions. This would happen at least twice a week, Semi sneakily paying for both of them. 

Late-night studying turned into sleepovers, Reon forced to stay in Shirabu’s dorm with the other odd second year. 

Yet one day, Shirabu had blush on his cheeks, seemingly the only source of light when he said, “I have a crush.” Semi was gnawing on pocky, hunched over on the bottom bunk as he scrolled through his Instagram feed, watching his mom shove his sister in a middle school uniform. But when Shirabu was done cleaning and stared at the older for forever, he really wished he never asked how he felt. “Oh… Are you sure?” He wants to smack himself. Shirabu inhaled, looking around the room for an answer. “Yeah… I’m pretty sure I like him.” Him. Shirabu likes another guy. 

Semi hid the automatic up turn of his lips, turning off his phone. He stares at the shorter getting up. “Okay, I mean… is he a good guy?” He wanted to ask if he knew the guy Shirabu liked. If it was him. “Um… we get along well, and I think you’d like him.” Semi’s brows furrowed, watching Shirabu lean on his dresser. “Do I know the guy?” He sounded offended, and he hated that Shirabu was at the receiving end. Maybe Shirabu could tell that he wanted to be the crush. That he was just jealous. Or maybe Shirabu would hate him more. “No.” It was quick, but the stab to his heart was slow and dragged along his pulse. His mind couldn’t wrap around Shirabu liking someone else. He must have misheard.

Semi inhaled, gazing at Shirabu’s brown eyes. “So... you have a crush on someone e- uhh who I’ve never met?” Semi stopped himself, trying to swallow the confession almost spilling from his lips. “U-um… actually you technically have met him.” His eyes met the ash-blonde’s. Semi was hopeful, more than before, but he wondered if a certain raven-ette was the person that caught Shirabu’s heart, instead of him. “So, I know them, but I don’t?” He chuckled out, trying to keep a friendly mood. God, the way Shirabu’s arms crossed, his eyes frantically darting around the room made him more kissable than before, pining from across the gym. “Um, Semi it’s… Semi you know them, just they aren’t a friend of yours- they’re like- like you so... I don’t know how to say this but-”

Vending Machine in the hall; last night

“Well, well, well, what are a second and first year doing out this late at night?” Reon teased, ignoring the pile of drinks he was holding. Shirabu raised a brow, replying before Goshiki could apologize. “Reon, you were here first-” “We’re third years, you answer first.” This time, it was Semi to speak his condescending words. Shirabu’s gaze found his before he answered. “I met Goshiki in the hall and he wanted snacks so I joined.”

Semi nodded, a slight smile on his lips. The couple only acknowledged each other. It was like they were the last people on Earth. “Uh, hate to ruin this little gay moment, but we’re going to go back and do grown-up things.” Shirabu is the first to snap out of the longing and loving staring contest with Semi and ask. “What are you both doing with that many drinks and… pocky?” Semi answered quickly, wanting to stay near Shirabu. “Tendou is having girl problems. Pocky helps him, I guess.” Shirabu and Goshiki’s eyes enlarge. “He’s what?” Reon answers before Semi has the chance. “We think a girl in English that Tendou never noticed, is sending him letters.” The two across from Reon and Semi nod, knowing Tendou’s hate for English. 

“Well, we should get going, right Semi?” Reon asks, turning his attention to the ash-blonde. He inhales. “Yeah, if Sh- you two don’t need any help.” Shirabu is quick to start before Goshiki can answer. “Nope! You two should go, Tendou must need your help.” Reon chortles. “Yes, he is a helpless man after all.” “Okay, um bye!”

Reon’s side glancing isn’t going unnoticed by Semi. 

The truth is, Shirabu confessed to him that night, and after accepting it with a kiss the two stayed up all night talking about niche subjects and agreeing on one thing. “I don’t want others to know,” Shirabu said. And Semi understood. Shiratorizawa wasn’t as acceptable as most schools were of non-straight relationships. Luckily, Semi was chill and most people didn’t care that his hot self liked both men and women, even though he said men first. So, it was a no-brainer, Semi wouldn’t say anything to anyone about their relationship. As long as Shirabu called him Eita in private. (he agreed)

Semi clicked his tongue, mentally counting how long it’d take to get to the dorm. “Spit it out.” Reon cackled. “You are totally down bad for Shirabu!” Semi rolled his eyes. He wasn’t as good at the secret thing as he thought he would be. Semi introduced himself to Shirabu first, Semi made Shirabu comfortable with volleyball and their tough coach, Semi made Shirabu laugh with snarky comments, Semi was the one to help Shirabu to his dorm and tell him all he needed to know about the tough classes in first year. Now, he was a third-year dating the boy of his dreams, the guy he’s had a crush on for the longest time, and yet, he couldn’t tell any of his friends that the two were dating, Shirabu liked him back. All because of stupid Shiratowizawa and gay men. 

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just get back to the dorm.” Reon’s brows furrowed. “You okay?” Semi nodded, tightlipped as he gripped the pocky in his hand tighter. “Sorry, if I said something wrong I didn’t mean it-” Reon was interrupted when Semi slammed the door open. “ Shut up, Reon.” And that was the end of their conversation, the rest of the night mainly being focused on Tendou. 

Chapter Text

Beside vending machines 6 am

Snacking on chips, crumbs coating their lips, Y/n and Hinata talk together, Takemichi choosing his snack. “So, you didn’t want to tell me, because?” Y/n snickered, wiping her hand on the napkin Takemichi lent Hinata. “Because I knew you’d bully me into finding someone ‘better’.” Hinata gasps. “No! I’d never… With you in the room.” “Aha-” “In my defense!” Hinata throws her arms up, continuing,  “In my defense, I think that redhead is insecure and will hurt you.” Y/n rolls her eyes, setting down her gray ship bag. “No, you think everyone is insecure and will hurt me.” 

Hinata frowns, watching Takemichi walk over. “Okay, but I’m not wrong.” Y/n glances between her two friends. “If you aren’t wrong, then why do you like Takemichi so much?” Y/n smiled as the raven-ette sat down next to the pink-haired girl whose mouth gaped open. “Hey, Takemichi, what’d you get?” He smiles at the h/c-haired student, his cheeks flushing as he explained to Hinta and her that he got, “Burnt pizza chips?” Y/n cringed, a groan leaving her. “Why would you do that to yourself?” Takemichi rubs the back of his neck with his free hand. “A kid in my class said it was good.” “Good?” “More like disgusting.”

The three giggled, Hinata moving closer to the raven-ette. “What are the ingredients, anyway.”

Y/n watched from beside them, their cute couple-like interactions. She smiles before gasping and checking her phone. Cussing quietly, Takemichi asks, “Is everything, okay?” Y/n nods, answering with an excuse, “Yeah, Hanji told me I forgot something in their room. I’ll be right back, you two!” The two nod at her, Hinata waving, then gazing right back into Takemichi’s blue eyes.

Takemichi was sitting next to Hinata, her long pink hair tickling his ear. She caressed the bag with her pointer finger, it crinkling as she read the interesting ingredients. Takemichi, couldn’t take his eyes off of the girl with the beautiful mole and bright eyes. She leaned closer as he opened the bag, almost gagging at the putrid smell.

Y/n rounded a corner near them, hearing giggles and chatter from the two. She sighed, happy, and walked away, hoping they would confess already. Y/n felt a vibration on her outer thigh. Reaching into her jacket pocket, she saw a notification from an unknown number. Frowning she picked up her pace, not paying attention as she frantically typed in her password. 

Sadly, because she wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, Y/n bumped into a wall-like figure and fell onto her butt. “Ouch.” Her phone fell beside her, her thick backpack straps sliding from her shoulders. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Her eyes drew up from the checkered floor to the tall olive-haired man. He had a bulky stature, warm skin, and matching olive eyes and eyebrows. She heard voices echo from a hallway which she guessed he walked out of. 

“O-oh no, it’s my fault.” She stands up, brushing her skirt off. “Excuse me, please.” He nods, moving out of the way. Gaze not bothering her figure as she walks away, he finds her rectangular black phone with no phone case. “Wait.” She freezes, sweat finding her hairline. “Yes?” Her voice is tiny, hands fidgeting with each other as she turns around. “Your phone.” 

Her eyes widen, a bright smile finding her lips. “Thank you so much!” Ushijima quirks one of his brows at her personality change. She clears her throat, slightly bowing as she leaves. “Goodbye, thank you again.” He nods, glancing in the direction of voices before he watches the girl walk away. He bites his tongue, a feeling of familiarity in her personality. “Ha! I was right!” She turns the corner, breathing out a long breath as she feels her phone for cracks, walking faster. 

She stops when the voices are distant enough and she leans against a wall, turning on her phone.

Smiling, she reads her messages

Unknown

Did you know school isn’t fun

Waking up isn’t fun either

I have classes with smartasses, what about you?

Also, why do you keep blocking me

This is my fifth account for you

Hello?

Me

would you stop texting so much?

i’m tired of your bullshit 😒☝️

Smart ass I know

That’s the pointer finger

Me

have to keep it pg for you, father

Smart ass I know

I hate you and stop treating me as a friend, I’m your uncle.

Me

okay, father

Smart ass I know

Y/n, I’m telling Hanji

Me

nooooooo Hanji will make me stay after school with themmmmmmm

Smart ass I know

You’re on thin ice

Me

okay, enough funny business

why did you text me? 

aren’t you in town?

Smart ass I know

No, next week 

But your actual father is in town this week and he wants to meet

Do I need to beat him up?

Me

no… but do I have to go?

Smart ass I know

Yes he has the last of your stuff

He said this Friday he’ll show up 

Me

Daddy mad!

┳━┳ ノ( ゜-゜ノ)

Smart ass I know

Y/n

Me

i’m not sorry

Smart ass I know

I’m calling your aunt

And don’t block me again

You have been blocked by Y/n.L/n.ff

The h/c-haired girl breathes out a chuckle, turning off her phone and staring at her face through the dark screen. Maybe she’d get her chance. The chance to take back her tears and yell at him once more.

She rolls her eyes at her hopeful mind. “Gods, why are you so dumb.”

When Y/n was ten she knew boys weren’t obsessed with her and she was glad for just a shy boy with shoulder-length brown hair sitting next to her. She’d answer questions any teacher asked, talk to anyone without a problem, and she made sure everyone knew she was smart and a good student. 

A people pleaser is what her mother yelled at her when she was 14. Her mother hated her guts, especially when Y/n never showed interest in boys the way she did to girls. All Y/n would do is sit and wait until her dad came home, calming her mother down. 

Sadly, her father didn’t do anything to comfort her. He drove her to school, patted her head when an A came back for English, but never came to her science fair or made her breakfast. It was her problem, her own words, her choices that lead her to where she is right now.

Y/n doesn’t know when or why it happened, but soon a week with Hanji turned into ten and a month turned into fourteen. 

Now she can’t even look her guardians in the eyes, and yet, school still seemed to be her only outlet, her safe haven.

Chapter Text

Math class

"Make sure to complete the homework if you haven't already. Dismissed." Once the tall teacher stated his words, cleaning up his desk, Tendou almost ran out of the classroom if not for Ushjima's efficient nature. "Are you sure you don't want me to wait up?" He didn't know why, but he craved a yes. Ushijima was silently pleading for Tendou to say yes and that he needed him there. He almost cried, his heart wrenching when Tendou confidently said, "Nope! Y/n said lunchtime for studying, and I think I saw her in the halls earlier, so she can't ditch me!"

With that, Tendou walked away, patting Ushijima on the shoulder and waving goodbye. Ushijima watched him leave, someone bumping into him is the only way he was brought out of his thoughts. Gods, why did Tendou have this effect on him?

Tendou sped up, seeing the repeating numbers of three. He almost squealed like a kid again as he saw his Professor marking the board. He took deep breaths before entering the classroom, and he was met with the sets filling. A particular seat in the front was empty. That made him frown but he shrugged it off, nibbling on his lip as people stared at his lanky figure. He walked all the way to the back, his usual seat empty as he settled down.

It felt like an eternity of waiting. He adjusted his school uniform, nibbled on his fingers, bounced his leg, his eyes dancing around the room, and he was shocked by the bell ringing. The bell rang, and still, that h/c-haired girl with the acne didn't sit in the front seat. He noticed the teacher frown, pushing up their glasses. They cleared their throat, beginning, "Alright, since it's Thursday, we're going to take a test on-" A blaring sound interrupts the professor, them reaching into their pocket and sliding out a black phone. "Please clear your desks while I take this," they state before pressing a green button. Walking out of the classroom their voice echoes, "Hello, this is Hanji-"

Most of the kids clean their desks while talking, but Tendou can't seem to drift away from the lone front seat until the door opens once more. "Sit down." Hanji's voice is stern telling off that h/c-haired student as she sits down in her seat. "Now back to what I was saying. No books may be used, only pencils or pens and your mind!" They pass out the papers, then walk back to their desk. "You may start your test... now!"

RINGGGGGG

Students stretch and groan, standing up and walking out of Hanji's classroom. Tendou smiles, gathering his papers and almost jumping down to Hanji's desk and handing them the papers. "Thank you, Tendou," they smile out, eyes darkening when they say, "Y/n, outside." Y/n abruptly sits up, drool coating her cheek. "Y-yes?" Hanji rolls their eyes, their attention back on Tendou. "Sit beside her seat and she'll be right back." Tendou nods, warily walking away. Y/n silently whines, Tendou paying attention to her appearance. She was a bit disheveled with bags under her eyes and her uniform crinkled. Though she immediately brightened up passing Tendou. "I'll be right back, I promise!" She whispers to him before rushing off to Hanji.

Once Y/n is back, Hanji rushes off, saying something about a meeting, leaving the two third years alone, unattended. Y/n clears her throat, brushing her skirt while she sits next to Tendou."Thanks for doing this, again." Tendou nods, a bright smile tickling his lips. "You're really helping me..." Y/n giggles, a light air escaping her lips. "Sure, but you're up for my tutoring... and truth is, I'm not as good as I say I am." Y/n fidgeted with her pencil, tapping it on her red notebook. Tendou tilts his head. "Really? I thought an above-average student would-" "Only in English... Um, sorry, I'm only above average in English, I'm not as good in other subjects." She rubs the back of her neck, cringing. "Sorry, I'm not really good at talking alone with people, especially when they're fellow students. It seems I always need a buffer of sorts." Y/n sighs. "Enough of that, let's start, and sorry for interrupting earlier."

Tendou takes a quick glance at her appearance while she opens her notes. "So, it seems you're struggling with the difference between certain phrases and grammar..." Tendou brings his eyes back to Y/n's. Her e/c hues catch his, halting his breath for a moment. She gulps with a smile. "Um, do you have your book with you?" He's snapped out of his trace by her honey-like voice. He nods rapidly, patting the huge textbook next to him. "Oh right-" "You're very professional," he notes. "How did you even get that information?" Y/n wets her lips, looking at her messy notes. "Um...I have my ways." Tendou nods, a light flush to his cheeks as his chin rests on his palm. "Soooo, you found out from Hanji?" Y/n nibbles on her bottom lip. "Finding it, yes. With Hanji's knowledge... no?" Tendou laughs, a sound akin to a dying bird.

"So you're not truthful with your skills, and you steal from others. I'm getting a different view of you" Y/n's teeth shine as she lightly taps his arm. "In my defense, Hanji left their door open, and I didn't want to seem unprepared." He hums, and now the students get to work, Y/n forcing Tendou to pay attention and stay on topic.

Pulling out the two bags of chips, she hands one to Tendou. "Thank you and I'm s-" "You really need to stop being that polite." He pulls the bag open upside down, grabbing a chip out and crunching on it. "You're right... ahem, well, I'll see you in art." Tendou stops chewing, watching as she waves and walks away. Still formal. "Bye, Y/n!" His name fell so loud and smooth. Y/n almost tripped, swooning for his voice.

And if only Tendou noticed the way his friends were mocking the two and snickering, maybe he would have known that was why Y/n left.

"You really like her." "You're saying that because she's the first girl to talk to me like that." Semi scoffs. "Sure, but you're acting like she's the only person alive. It's sickening." Tendou pouts, leaning towards Ushijima. "Besides the point, this beefy boy and I have to leave for class. You two should get to class as well." Semi whines. "I forgot to study, ugh!" Tendou's features scrunch. "I thought you were with Shirabu all last night?" Semi freezes, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah... but we... were focusing on his topics." Tendou raises his brows. "But I thought you two studied separ-" Semi shuts the lanky redhead up and rushed off to class.

Tendou chuckles, only now noticing Ushijim'as furrowed brows.

Chapter Text

In town; 4 pm

“You don’t understand, Hinata!” She chuckles, watching you sweep away flower stems. “Okay, then help me understand.” Y/n smiles, giddy with her day. “I don’t know how to,” she enunciates, smiling at the roses blooming outside. “My Gods, Y/n. You’re so hard to understand.” “Hey!” The two chuckles, a doorbell ringing. An old man clad in a sweater and pants, waved to the two, asking sheepishly, “This store is still open, right.” Y/n smiles with a nod, Hinata hopping off of the counter. “Yep!” The old man smiles, a hum of appreciation leaving his lips. “Is there anything, in particular, you are looking for?”  He nods, and Y/n helps him with his order as Hinata stands behind the counter, tapping at her phone. 

Bf❤️

I’m off at eight!

You started a conversation

Me

Y/n is killinggggggg me :/

Bf❤️

Lol?

Me

No ‘lol’

Bf❤️

What’s she doing?

Me

Helping a customer, but just a second ago

She was talking about that redheadedbitch™

And she was all bubbly and happy and I

HATED IT!!!

Bf❤️

Shouldn’t you be happy your friend is in love?

Me

Fuck that, there is someone better out there for her

Bf❤️

Hinata, you need to have trust in her 

Especially before she yells at you again

Me

Again?

Bf❤️

I could hear it in gym

Me

We were that loud?

Bf❤️

Yes.

Me

Sorry

Bf❤️

No, you’re good, just accept it, please!

Me

Okayyyy

Bf❤️

Got to go!

talk later?

Me

Talk later❤️

Both participants left the chat

Hinata shuts off her phone, gaze shifting to Y/n walking with the old man. “-white and red can symbolize unity and the roses symbolize love and admiration while the lilies carry rebirth and purity.” Hinata snickers, almost yelling at Y/n that she was far from. Y/n smiles at Hinata, a light feign of oblivion to Hinata’s thought. She makes her way around the counter, Hinata quickly typing in the order. Y/n grabs a cut of rustic brown paper, wrapping the flowers in them. “Your total will be 2,150 Yen, sir,” Hinata says, holding her hand out for the coins. He smiles at the young lady, giving her the money gently. Y/n leans forward and grabs a pamphlet, tucking it into the sleeve of her wrapping. “Here you are, Mr. Ito.” He smiles slightly bowing as he accepts the gift. Y/n sighs in joy as he leaves, a smile complementing her features. “Okay, Mrs. I-love-Tendou, My aunt is coming back in an hour, hurry up and sweep more.” Y/n rolls her eyes, moving to pick up the broom. “And why can’t you do it?” She starts sweeping when Hinata replies. “Because I’m a favorite child~” The two giggle at that, sitting in comfortable silence.

Tendou bent down, inspecting the baby pink envelope. It was Saturday, so why was there a letter slipped under his room door? After staring at the slightly crushed edges and dirtied pink, he opened his dorm door. Ushijima was out talking to coach about practice, and he just got back from a run to a coffee shop. Shrugging his shoulders, he sips from his cool metal straw and opens his dorm door. He sat down on his shared desk with Ushijima, setting his drink down. And once again, in very neat, professional handwriting, ‘Amor’ was written on the front, in cursive. He knew the word Amor meant love, but he wondered if this multi-talented, overachieving student, just so happened to speak Spanish.

His brows furrowed once again, and he questioned the motives of this genderless person. Gods, was his heart thumping because of some tiny Kanji on a piece of paper? He sighed. Ripping the bandaid off was the best option. “What do you want from me today, Amor?” The name felt odd on his tongue, yet familiar and comfortable. Tendou slid the note out of the envelope, unfolding the three bends. He saw the beautiful start, reading aloud, “Dear Tendou,”

Dear Tendou Satori,

Hi, it’s been a couple of days… and I have a confession. I chickened out on giving you this. I saw your seat was empty, but it was too early, and I didn’t have any of my art supplies- ugh sometimes I wish I could just walk up to you and hand you the letter. Besides the point, it’s Saturday! So this should be a happy letter… Let’s see, I passed a math quiz, which is a subject I basically fail at, and I got to spend time with my Aunt watching animes until midnight. So, it was a decent week, also my friends and I are working this weekend so my next letter may not be for a while. FUN FACT OF THE DAY; I know a lot about flowers and Earth. I even found manga about it!

Bye for now, AMOR

There was something bubbling inside of Tendou, a feeling he liked, a feeling of friendship- of appreciation. Tendou has always been the cause of the humor, always teased and poked at. But he made others laugh, and he felt comfort in that. No matter how many times his parent blamed him, neglected him, and pushed for perfection, he could make people laugh. Until he couldn’t handle it anymore and finally escaped during Shiratorizawa. As much as his grades punched him in the throat, he could always blow out steam on the court. 

Sighing, Tendou leaned back in his chair, arms used as a pillow for his head. “Gods, I think I’m going crazy.”

“Mhm, yeah I understand…  Just get home safe- Love you too, auntie,” Y/n wished her aunt, hanging up and tugging her keys out of the lock. She shut the door, locking it and taking her shoes off gently. Y/n finished school Friday and came early on Saturday to help her aunt once again. She finished at nine and left for Hinata. She enjoyed the friends she had now. The people she wanted as a child. She shoved that thought away. It’s been a year, a year away… 

Her mind trailed to Friday, sitting at a cafe her father loved, she waited, and waited, and waited until she saw the car. The car her dad drove. The car she got out of with a takeout. The car she’d fall asleep in. The car her mother and father would fight in. The car her parents hated, yet she loved to death. It was warm and cozy, high-end and something that her parents splurged on. And even today, her father never seemed to understand the importance of presence. The car door opened and she hated the way her heart sped, eyes watering. And out stepped a young woman, bleach blonde hair, brown eyes, and ghost pale skin. Not her father . And when the car drove away, her reflection showing on the black-out windows, her heart crumbled again. She had waited for as long as she could, brushing her skirt off. She was done. Done with everything she thought her father was. And she wanted that to be true. 

“You didn’t wait.” Freezing, she realized the creaking floorboards weren't from her feet walking towards the living room. Inhaling, she lifted her bored, pained gaze to the man she used o know. “And I thought you’d show up on time.” “I’m your father.” “And I’m your daughter who needed a father when I was six… but I guess we both don’t get what we’ve always needed.” Y/n sighs, scratching and massaging her scalp to calm and relax her. Her father clicks his tongue. “Fine, I guess I deserve that, but you weren’t the best either.” Y/n scoffs, walking over to the open kitchen. “I was a child, you were twenty-something.”  He rolls his eyes, she can feel it. She grabs a glass from the top of the cabinet and turns the purified filter on, filling her cup up half-full. 

Humming as she replenishes from the uncomfortable atmosphere, she waits for her father to ask, “Your stuff is in the bedroom.” Or not. Y/n nods, setting her cup down and watching the water shake. “Okay.” She feels this hole form in her chest. He needs to ask her. He has to, doesn’t he? Shouldn’t he? “It’s the stuffed animals you wanted and those polaroid photos you liked.” When he uses past tense, he seems to be talking about the thing his daughter was, the better one. “Okay.” He’s getting to her, doesn’t she see how he’s acting. “Also… I heard from your aunt you’re failing math.” Stop. “Is that true?” Not the question she wanted. 

The cup is back to her lips, glass clinking against her teeth as she gulps down every last drop of refreshing water. She exhales, wiping her mouth and putting the cup in the sink. She turns around. “Yes.” He’s staring into her eyes, unreadable still to this day.  He nods, brushing his jeans off. He was on the right of the couch. If this were her home in Tokyo, she would sit on the left, watching infomercials with her dad right beside her, instructing what was happening with hot chocolate, or popcorn, or a book in hand. “Okay.” Okay was a word he used when he knew he was right. It was condescending. If he wanted to say okay it had to be with a sly grin or bored expression. He knew what power he had over poor little Y/n. Because she still felt like a kid next to him. And in her eyes, she couldn’t- wouldn’t get rid of her superhero dad. 

She sat next to him, a stranger’s distance apart, fiddling with her long purple pants. She wanted to chuckle and sarcastically say, “Stupid Shiratorizawa and their bizarre fashion.” And her father would pinch her cheek, saying, “They’re only like that because they’re wealthy.” No sexuality involved. 

Chapter Text

Hanji’s apartment 2nd pov

You liked yourself. The only reason you liked yourself was because you knew yourself. You knew what temperature the room had to be in for you to fall asleep. You knew why you preferred cats over dogs. You knew why loved listening to sappy music when studying. And you knew why your mind would fixate on that one thing. You liked yourself. If you were a different person, you’d be your friend, and you are even as the same person. But it took months of falling and breaking to realize anything about yourself, and still, you will have those days of berating yourself, hating the way your body feels, and disliking the way you sound so anxious, like a baby. 

“Why are you here?” Just ask questions, and keep a neutral face , that’s something you still held when being with others. “Can I not see my daughter?” “Can you be a father first?” Biting your tongue, you closed your eyes with a wince. Why’d you say something on your mind? “Excuse you?” “I’m sorry,” You say, even if he should be the one apologizing. After all, he didn’t show and never intended to. “Fine, if you want to do this the hard way.” Inhaling, you hold the scoff threatening your lips. You stare forward, the stupid tv screen taunting you. “You need to come back home.” Your eyebrow twitches, irritation, confusion, marking you as prey. “Why?”

“Your mother.” She was the thing driving you away. She wasn’t someone you considered a mother. A mother is caring and considerate, not judgemental and disgusted in your being. “I’m afraid she may not make it to the next day.” Your eyes drop to the floor, tracing every pattern of wood. “What do you mean?” “You know how she’s struggled with depression all her life?” You hum, throat dry. 

You remember the days she locked herself in her bedroom, leaving you to the cleaning, cooking, and your difficult homework all alone. “Well, this seems to be the worst of it.” You want your childhood back. “Dad-” The name feels odd, almost wrong on your tongue. “I… I was depressed when I left you guys, but you didn’t care… I called every day and you never picked up. And Hanji knew, they- they sat with me and you never answered me.” You look at him, eyes full of hurt. “Dad, I don’t care about mom, or you anymore. You only care if I’m a perfect child, so, just leave.” He scoffs. “You know we’re still your guardians, right?” 

Gulping you answer him with a blank stare. “Yes.” He hums, condescending. “So, you know we can pull you out of Shiratorizawa?” Your breathing halts. “And every authority thinks you’re just at your aunt's because they work there.”  Your gaze doesn’t meet his, instead, it finds the tiniest imperfections in the room. A magnet on the fridge is not balanced, the picture frame under the TV is crooked, maybe about to fall, and the flowers on the windowsill are dead.

“So you’re just going to threaten my future.” “You’ve already thrown it away.” “Have not-” “Have to, Y/n. You’re a failure. Who doesn’t get straight A’s and still goes to Shiratorizawa, you ever think about that?” You have never liked yourself around others. You’re a blubbering mess, you can’t fathom your true personality because it’s weird. You have always hated yourself around your family. “Y/n, I suggest you see her soon, or else.” No. He isn’t getting the last word like last time. I am not a child anymore. “You aren’t a father.” Your voice is wobbly, childlike which you hate, but it’s the only way you know how to talk around him. 

“You aren’t my father.” Tears fill your eyes for the first time in what felt like years. In front of him, you are truly nothing. “You have never been to any of my competitions, you’ve always hated seeing me in the morning and after work, you can’t handle when you’re not controlling my every being.” His eyebrows furrow. “You don’t g-” “No, you don’t get it, dad,” You throw out, standing and looking at him with those teary, eyes. “I have always been nothing. Even yesterday, when I thought you’d show and make me feel like a daughter to you, you bailed. When I came out, you disappeared. When I was a ten-year-old and wanted to have a homey birthday party, you never even cared, patting me on the back to go on terrifying rides at the stupid amusement park. I’ve always wanted a dad, and you never were one! I wanted you! I wanted my father.” Hot tears flow down your cheeks. “I am begging you. For once in your old, terrible life, put yourself in my shoes. I am safe and feel okay, and I like school again. I have found people who like my personality. Please, just let me have my last year to myself.” It all comes out in a breath, you don’t know what you're saying, but you’re close to dropping to your knees, bowing your head, and begging him like you're at a God’s temple.

The next thing you know, he’s standing and leaving. And that’s it. You’re not getting your life back; you never had it in the first place. 

You find yourself trudging back to your room, using the walls as support to walk, to move. You find an empty backpack next to your bed and decore set everywhere. The stuffed animals you had as a child were placed from biggest to smallest on your bed. Those blurry, unrecognizable photos of everything, were sticking to your wall with tape. Your dad was good with decor. He always wanted to go into that field. 

It seems he and your mom wanted things they could never have, and it just shows how miserable they were. 

Tenten<3

Hey, thanks for tutoring me today!

I was wondering if you wanted to grab something 

Like right now?

Where’s your dorm?

Hello?

Chapter Text

Apartment Hallway 3rd pov
They paced back and forth, checking their phone. “Five, four… three-” Their stride pauses. They march up to their apartment door, hand almost on the doorknob. The door slams open, and a tall man with a coat resting on his arm stands in front of Hanji. They inhale, backing up. The man shuts the door. “You’re a minute late.” “Does that really matter, Hanji?” They shut their eyes, crossing their arms over their chest. “She’s not coming with me.” Hanji’s eyes shoot open, his hand digging into the pocket of his khaki pants. “W-what?” He chuckles at their shock, finding a rectangular box with a toxic smell. “

She likes school again, even with an F.” Hanji’s brows furrowed. “Listen, I think-” “Mom raised us differently, Hanji, and that’s okay, but she is my daughter.” He flips opens the slim box, picking out a cigarette. “I don’t know how long her mother will make it, but I do know that she’s entitled to her own way of life.” Hanji smiles, looking down at the ground. “You remembered.” “Dumbass, it’s an older brother’s job to remember.” They roll their eyes. “Okay, okay, but what about-” “She has until winter break before they re-think her scholarship.” Hanji nods. “And if they-” “She’s not my priority anymore, Hanji.”

Their jaw tightens. “When was she? You couldn’t even make it to a stupid cafe on time!” He hums, the cigarette in between his lips. “I was there if that makes a difference… yet she’s never been one for being taken care of.” He finds his baby pink Hello Kitty lighter, flicking it and hovering a hand near his cigar to light it. Humming in pleasure, he exhales a puff. “I have a meeting, take care.” He pats their head, and Hanji is left speechless.

Park 4:44pm
“It was dumb of me to even ask her,” Tendou whines, burying his head in his hands. “She said she’d meet you, right?” Tendou nods in his smooth hands. “She’s just late then.” He picks his head up, leaning back on the green metal bench. “What if she’s gonna bail?” Semi chuckles, watching the clouds drift. “You’ll survive.” Tendou fake laughs, thanking Semi for the terrible advice. A ring sounds in the air. Tendou jolts, fishing for his phone. “What’s taking you so long?” He groans at Semi, finally grasping his phone. The two watch the bright caller ID of ‘Girl’ until Semi shoves him to answer it. His thumb shakily hit answer, a silent shriek leaving him as Semi puts it on speaker. Silence laps the air, only loud birds sounding. “Hello? Is Tendou there?” At his name, he answers in an up-and-down voice. “Yes! Yes, I-I’m him. I’m Tendou…Ahem, is this Y/n?”

A chuckle sounds on the other end. “Yes, Tendou, it’s me.” He nibbles on his bottom lip. “I hope it’s okay that we meet in a secluded area first.” He cringes as Semi smirks at him. “Yup, yup... Um, where are you?” “Oh, I was actually calling to find out where you were.” Oh shit. “Oh shit.” Tendou smacks Semi for speaking. “Um, didn’t you say the bench in the park?” “Very vague, but yes. Could you tell me which bench you are on?” Freezing, Tendou glances at Semi, shooting him a questioning look. He shrugs. “U-um the green one?” Y/n nods, realizing Tendou can’t see her. “Okay, I’ll be over soon.”

She hangs up, and Tendou freaks out. He turns to Semi, anxiety in his eyes. “What do I do!?” “I don’t know!” Tendou deadpans. “Great, thanks.” Tendou slumps back on the bench. Semi chuckles. “I should probably get going, though.” Tendou sighs. “Sure, but can’t you stay a little longer?” Semi stands, looking down at Tendou. “Why? You afraid of Y/n?” Yes. It’s on his tongue. He is afraid that Y/n won’t show, or show just to make fun of him. He actually finds this girl intriguing, but he knows everyone at Shiratorizawa. She’s no exception to their minds. “Listen, Y/n’s a weirdo too, she’d only be freaked to see me here. Just trust that she’ll show, K?” Tendou hums, rolling his eyes as he sits up. “Okay but if Y/n doesn’t show then-” “Hey, Tendou!”

It was almost as if they said her name three times, and that’s why she appeared. It was too perfect, she came right when they wanted her, right when Semi was going to leave. “Y/…n?” Semi hid his chuckle, siding for pocketing one hand and offering the other to the girl. “Semi Eita.” “Y/n L/n. But everyone calls me by my first, Y/n!” Her hand is soft, freshly moisturized, and smells of coconut. Her shirt is old, you can tell because of the holes towards the bottom, but that’s mainly covered by the black jacket, she’s also wearing black leggings that tie together with the black shoes. Semi pulls back his hand. “That’s a pretty name, Y/n…” She doesn’t meet his gaze, and he doesn’t know what it is, but he swears there’s something familiar in that reaction. “Thank you, Semi…” And before he can ask something about her, Tendou is standing next to him, trying to shove him away.

“Well, we should go now, right?” Semi deadpans, looking back at the taller. “Okay, okay, I’ll leave you two to your date-” “It’s not a date!” Tendo shouts without thinking. Sadly, he can’t see your face, it’s still turned down to the ground from Semi’s compliment. “It was nice to see you, Y/n.” She nods, uttering something similar. When Semi leaves Tendou realizes he’s never been alone with this girl, at least outside of school. And the funny thing is, he’s never seen her in dorms. He knows they’re separated by gender, but he should’ve seen her around Shiratorizawa after school. “So… Um, I was thinking of this cafe down the street from Shiratorizawa. It’s Bleach themed so I thought-” “You read Bleach?” There’s a distinct pause as the two look at each other. “I don’t read it, I watch the anime… But I do have the first couple of volumes!” He smiles at his companion. “I have the most recent if you want to check it out.” “Wait, you do?” He smugly nods with a hum. “Yeah, I let Ushijima borrow my manga all the time,” He says so effortlessly he forgets it’s her. He can feel his cheeks rush with roses. “Thank you, Tendou.”

He doesn’t know what happened to him. He doesn’t know why he said it. But he does know the look of utter shock on her face. “Satori. Call me Satori.”

Chapter Text

 Park 2nd pov

You never had any trouble following rules. At an early age, your parents engraved it in your brain. It was to keep you safe, and it pleased them, so you never said what you thought, and kept your head down. You always made sure to follow everything to a t. And that’s what got you into therapy.

You never realized how much pressure stuck to your body, how much freedom you weren’t granted all because they wanted to have a good reputation. You were an only child, so it made sense when you burnt out in your second year of high school. 

“Sa…tori, you tested it on your tongue.” He stared at you wide-eyed. 

Satori Tendou wasn’t one to follow the rules. Satori didn’t break them on purpose, or every day, Satori just wanted to feel safe, and comfortable, so if he had to scream to get the teacher’s attention during quiet time, he did it. He didn’t seem to understand the point of dumb rules until he got home.

A’s, straight A’s were welcomed, and that seemed like the only thing possible. So, every day he’d come home after school, after being bullied to a pulp and study. He’d listen to bustling classical music and study until he could resight every flashcard word for word.

“Then… Thank you, Satori,” your voice was calm, and your face seemed content. He was good at guessing things, including emotions, especially with someone who wears their heart on their shoulder.

The two of you stood in a kind atmosphere, waiting there forever and soaking up what things you didn’t get as kids. The admiring look you spared each other didn’t go unnoticed, as each of you turned away. “We should go to the cafe!” “Y-yeah,” Tendou replied.

The walk there wasn’t awkward. While you struggled with conversations, Tendou started them and elongated them until each fumbled over their words and laughed, continuing. And that was the dynamic Tendou gave you, the one you always craved. You may have best friends, but they didn’t look at you the way Tendou did, they saw you as a child who still needed protection. But he. But Satori didn’t look at you like that, he never treated you like you were incompetent. He treated you like you were his friend like you were worthy of love and affection that wasn’t because of how you looked, or your age. 

“I think I’ve seen this place before,” the red-headed man comments before you pull out your phone. “If you’ve been on Instagram, then you may have seen it. They opened here five months ago, branching out.” He nods at your words. “Yeah, I think some girls I follow posted about this.” You chuckle. He tilts his head at you. “Something funny?” “No, no! I swear, um…” you fidget with the phone in your hands. “You seem… happy, and I just like the look of happiness…?” He chuckled at your explanation. “Okay, weirdo.” Your eyes widen in surprise at that, a light quirk to the corner of your lips.

Tendou opens the door, his hand absentmindedly patting your lower back to usher you in. You ignore the little squeal in your throat, moving ahead of him. He talked to the host there, helping you pick the perfect spot. 

You sat down next to the window, a booth with a rectangular table in between. The cafe was definitely Bleach-themed. The characters were splattered over the walls, there was a humongous mural stretching over the kitchen doors and outer walls, entertaining customers. “Nice pick.” You didn’t meet his gaze. “Thank you, Satori!” You were smiling so much being with him. You didn’t know what was happening, well you kind of did, but your heart was doing backflips, front flips, cartwheels, somersaults- every sporadic move known to man, all because Tendou was this close to you, and still wanting to talk to you.

You look down at the menu given to both of you. Yours had chibi Ichigo Kurosaki on the cover while Tendou’s had chibi Tōshirō Hitsugaya on it. You smiled, again. You couldn’t stop. Your mind fogged over the thought of him being your crush and now you were spending so much time with him. You were near him. And then your mind wrapped around a question. You flipped through the pages of the menu before asking, “Why did you want to meet… me?” 

Your voice went somewhere you didn’t know. You thought you’d sound cheery, bubbly, and girly, but all of a sudden your brain hit a wave. You were out with your crush. You were out with your crush, what could go wrong? There was pressure starting to form on your chest, and it was getting worse the more your mind thought of why, why were you here. Did you pick the right cafe? Why were you overthinking now? Why did you have to go right after your dad left? Why are you pursuing anything if everything is going to be ruined by you? Are you running away?

“Oh, I just wanted to thank you for the help, English isn’t my strong suit.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s really no problem.” 

You had trouble talking as a kid, or doing any social interactions. Your parents liked it, though, for the most part. You were easy to manipulate and you had a child-like aura around you. You found it easier to stay in your room and not go out, but when your parents dragged you out, degrading your lazy appearance and slacking grades, even if they were low nineties, you realized that you were hard to deal with.

You couldn’t handle standing alone, you didn’t know what to do with your hands and your breathing became the only thing you could focus on. That was one, of many things, they didn’t like about you. You just couldn’t shut your mind off, and the anvil on your chest became so severe when anything was outside of your control. So, of course, you were never good at communicating with others. There are so many possibilities and they’ll just get mad at you.

“Why did you start tutoring anyway?” You look up at him, your body seems to relax in the weirdest way. For one, you found a desert you wanted, and two, Tendou seemed to not be differed by your thoughts. Tendou, no matter how long you overthought about him, stayed the person you needed him to be, even if you’ve only observed him. 

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Cafe 2nd Pov

“Well…” You were mature for a kid, your parents had you follow the rules, so it was only a given they thought of you as so much more, so better than all the others. You could handle so much and do so many things that they couldn’t, right? And if you ignored the nights of wailing, trying to calm yourself from crying about someone’s name for you, then yes, you’d say you were mature. 

“I kind of am saving up for college? I don’t really know, I just feel like I should have a stack of cash lying around for a safety net if that makes any sense.” You chuckle. Your fingers fidgeting with your old shirt. “Sounds reasonable,” Tendou ‘aha’s, pointing at the anime ramen. “I think I found what I want, you?” You look down at your option. Was it wrong, right? Should you not get the cake even if you have dessert before meals always? How do you tell Tendou that you want a stupid cake when he’s getting something anime themed? Should you also get one of their specific items or- “The (favorite kind) cake looks good!” You stare at him, watching as his cheeks dimple and he presses a call button. He orders for you, and that has you shrinking into the booth. You didn’t like being treated as a child, but with him, he seemed to like talking for you… he must sense that you’re nervous. 

“So, do you have any plans for winter break?” You blink at the brown table, dragging your gaze up to his. “I… Um,” you were questioning yourself again. And it was getting exhausting. You were so siked to see Tendou, to talk to him- You even met his friend Semi! But now you’re here wallowing in the fact that your father just left you, without accepting you. What do you do now that you’re meeting with your crush?

“It’s only two months away, you know?” You were so consumed in your mind you barely registered Tendou’s words, blinking into his red eyes. “Two months?” This time, your brows furrow in thought, not overthinking. “We’ve been in school that long?” He chuckled, smiling at your expression. “Yup! Shiratorizawa will have training camp after, so we need to hurry and train a bit before then.” You nod. “Do you like training?” It seems you forgot about the question he originally directed at you, but you’ve always been that way, too invested in the other person to care about what you had to say. You didn’t hate the trait that much, mostly because you hate talking without fumbling over your words, but at the same time, it becomes hard to know when to talk, or if you should. So you just sit and ask questions, it can keep your mind at bay too. 

“Meh, I mainly like defeating my opponents, more.” You smile. When did you stop, you think, leaning forward to better engage with Tendou. This time, your brain seemed too caught up with the comfort the redhead brought that it didn’t care if you talked with a waver or stutter, or were not best dressed. You only cared to know about the boy who had your heart, and mind. “That seems like the point of sports, truthfully.” He hummed. “Yeah, Ushijima  is very competitive too.” 

Your food came shortly after, and you both thanked the tall man before digging in, but your mind became occupied. Your mind was a fun place, you knew it with late-night thoughts, or when you sit on your floor to do work. You saw Tendou slurping up noodles and immediately thought of art class. Romance, love, falling in love. You were with Tendou, every day, so why not use him as your muse? “Hey Tendou, could you not move?” He froze, head covering from looking down at the bowl as he slurped. He mumbled a question you didn’t catch before you snapped a photo with your phone. You internally squealed, complementing the man and telling him to unfreeze. 

“W-what was that for?” He seemed a bit frantic, and in turn, that made you frantic. “Art! It was for the art project!” He blinked and then relaxed.

Tendou didn’t mind your presence, he started to like it, actually- maybe more than he’d want to admit. But he just couldn’t get over how good you were for him, to him. So, he’s waiting for it. Waiting for the laughs and mockery coming from your lips. He doesn’t know why, but there’s a part of him that’s dissatisfied that you weren’t making fun of him. He wanted it to prove that he was right, that no one would truly want to hang out with someone like him, no one truly accepts that he’s a decent person.

“I thought it was romantic.” “Romantic?” “The lighting was right and I put a filter-” You tap the result of your phone camera, showing him a sideways version of it. He stops, wiping his mouth and looking down at the phone on the table. Oh. “Wow.” He was pretty.

You took his reaction in other ways, though. “Is it not good? Oh-” You try to pull it away while talking. “I’m not the best! I’m sorry, I can delete it. It was rude of me-” Your entire being froze, it was like he had that power, at least on you because all you could do was look at where your hands touched. Tendou’s hands were slim, lengthy rather than thick and they were coated in his pale white skin. “It wasn’t a bad wow… ” He waits until you can watch his eyes as he says it. “It was a good wow .” Your eyes widen, and you look down at your phone, the photo was turned toward him, but even from this angle, he looked happy. He seemed content, not just in the ramen, but where he was. That was why you took the photo, and frankly, you’re glad you took it on your phone.

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Sidewalk

Tendou paid the bill. You went to the bathroom and when you came back he was already waiting for you. “You didn’t have to do that,” you almost reprimanded as you two stepped out into the chilly air. He zipped his red jacket up while the two of you walked together. “It’s okay… I wanted to.” Your face scrunched at his honest words that you felt were to honey soaked to be true. “Fine, but I'm paying for something else- Oh! How about we go to a manga shop!” It didn’t seem like a question, instead, a plea for him to let you buy something for him- return the favor that he didn’t see as one. He chuckled. As much as he wanted to say yes, there weren’t any open unless they walked further away from the school’s direction. “It’s okay, Y/n. We should be getting home soon too.” 

Your face scrunches. “Yeah… you should.” He cocks his head to the side. “What about you?” You blink, almost yelling out, “I meant me too!” He paused, looking at your walking figure before nodding. “Okay well-” “A toy.” He paused again, but this time, it was his entire body. “A toy?” Your hand gripped his jacket-clad wrist, smooth fingers holding onto him with the utmost care “Yes, let me get you a toy- a stuffed animal, a key chain, something that a child would want.” He inhales, examining your face. He speaks, “Any reason why.” You blank at him, letting your gaze drift behind him. He follows your gaze, and then he realizes the colorful convenience store. “Ah- I get it now.” He can’t help that a smile erupts on his face. “You can buy me a key chain, Y/n!”

True to his word, you got to buy him one. Your hand didn’t stay on his wrist- He made sure your fingers laced together, your hands swaying as he jumped across the road and walked quickly with his long legs. If anyone were to look, they’d say you were a couple. You wouldn’t be mad at that. 

Tendou opens the double-doored place, his hand still in yours. You looked away from it, admiring the interior of the very fun convenience store. There were stuffed animals in a crate, some spinning rectangles full of sunglasses, magnets, and key chains. There were aisles color coded with all colors of the rainbow while the appliances were silver. It felt… peaceful. “There are the key chains!” Tendou walked right to where they were, his hand still in yours as he lead you through behind him. There was a person behind the desk, but they were too busy unpacking to greet the two of you.

The key chains were also color coded. Some were names with pink schemes or red, others were of animals or anime characters- You’re not surprised to see the school ones. Shiritorizawa with a purple and white scheme. It was the last one and had a little ball of red attached to it. You thought Tendou would pick a cake or animal-themed one- they may even have his last name, however, you’re shocked to see him take it, gripping it in his hand, and that’s when he realizes his other is still in yours. 

You hated the warmth he took away from you. His hand left yours to grip the key chain, and he ignored the look on your face. “I think this will do.” Your eyes dragged to the key chain watching him fumble with the red fluff. You nod. “Okay, is that all?” He nods, not looking at you.

The two of you go over to the counter and you hand Tendou your money to pay. “Have a good day!” The cashier shouts as you leave the colorful convenience store. 

Tendou and you don’t say anything to each other and just walk back to the dorm. You want to blame yourself for the awkward atmosphere, but there’s a part of you that just wants to reach out for his hand, and that part is bigger than the rest of your mind. Shiratorizawa’s campus comes into view and you know this is about as far as you can go. If you go any further in, you’re sure a teacher will spot you and tell your aunt. That will make them mad and you’ll have to deal with your manga being taken away. You almost shiver at that. 

You clear your throat, slowing your steps. “Oh? Are you okay?” Tendou is quick to ask, turning to you. “Um, yeah… I just want to walk around a bit…” It pains you to say it, but you do- Even if you want to be holding his hand and hugging him while you just stand in a park somewhere. “Alone.” You don’t look up from your shoes, the sight of him being hurt is too much for you to handle. “Ah… Okay, I get it.” You almost open your mouth to explain more, but he shoves something in your view, obscuring your shoes. “Take it.” Your brows furrow, head lifting to ask him. “Do you not like it?” It was his keychain. “No, no! I do… But I want you to have it.” Did he just trick you into buying something for yourself? “Think of it as a good luck charm… Something that you bought for yourself.” He was a mind reader, he had to be.

Your eyes leave his for the keychain in his hand. “Oh…” Silence passes between you two before your hand moves to the keychain. Purposely or not purposely, you touch his hand while grabbing the body of the keychain. You stay there for a second which is on purpose and then take the keychain away from him. “Thank you… for the good luck charm, Satori.”

His name still feels new on your lips, but a comforting new, and you both like it. 

“Ah- No problem, I’m just glad you’ll have something of me to carry with you… I- I mean- just- just like a friend does…?” Your lips curl at his jumbled speech. “It’s okay Satori- I love it…” You two stand there for a moment, his eyes not leaving your mesmerized ones that stare at the keychain. “Well, I should get going.” You hum, tucking the keychain into your jacket pocket. “Right… Right, um- Thank you again…” He nods with a smile, turning around. “See you tomorrow.” “See you tomorrow…” You stand there for a second, but the moment his feet cross the gate, you can’t help it. 

“Hey, Satori!” As he turns around you come crashing into his chest, making him stumble a bit before his arms hesitantly encase your figure closer to him. However, as much as you love the warmth and comfort he provides, you can’t help but pull away, slowly. “U-um, sorry- I should go…” You remember your excuse as you back away from him. “On a walk! Bye!” You run to the left, making sure you’re fast as possible to get out of his line of sight. 

What you don’t see is the blush on Tendou’s cheeks, and just for a moment, his eyes sparkle with something more. “Bye…”

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Your apartment

You got home and didn’t expect much, you were too focused on the fact that you hugged Tendou, you hugged the guy that you liked and he hugged back. Also, you just ran which is something you don’t do. 

But you were happy, and since you were happy and walking on clouds, you didn’t see Hange in the corner of the living room. “Care to explain where you were?” You paused, turning to their voice. “I left a note.” “A vague note.” “It was a note, nonetheless.” “Okay, smartass.” You both chuckle before the silence envelopes both of you. “You want to talk about it now?” You inhale. “No?” They roll their eyes. “Sit next to me, come on.” They toss a pillow on the floor, patting the spot on the couch where your dad sat. You pause again, taking the time to inspect the couch. You walk over there and ask, “What is there to talk about?” 

“What did your father say to you?” She was walking on clouds five seconds ago, and her family was ruining it again. “I don’t…” You swallow. “He dropped off some of my stuff, and we talked about grades and coming back home because my mom’s depressed, or something.” They nod. “Did he talk about kicking you out?” You freeze, eyes widening as you nod. “He did, why?” Your aunt inhales. “Y/n… I know you’ve been healing, and trust me, I’d rather have you fail than be dressed again… But your dad told me the board may kick you off with your low grades-” “But English-” 

“Y/n you’re basically trilingual, they know that and so they think it’s easy to speak English and… well all your other grades are either d’s c’s and you’re close to a b in science, but… Y/n you have to pick up your grades, or else you’re going to get kicked out, and- and I know it’ll be hard but… I’m sorry, sweetie.” You sigh, looking at their regretful face. “It’s okay… I’ll pick it up. I can just stop working at the flower shop for a bit.” They nod, a somber smile on their lips. “Thank you, sweetie-” “Is my mom going to be okay?” Hange blinks. 

When you were with Tendou, you forgot about her, but now that you’re back home and Hange’s telling you all of these things… You said that you didn’t care about your dad and mom and now- Now what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t apologize and you- you can’t go to them. “Y/n, you know how she’s like- And as much as depression is very, very serious… she just likes to have control over people and she’s most likely just saying it because she wants you back in her sight.” You nod, choosing to look at your lap instead. “It’ll be okay, sweetie… And if you need, I can go check on her.” You smile. “Thanks, aunt, but you’re probably right, I should just let her go and move on.” They hum, leaning forward and pinching your cheek. “Okay, now that we’re all caught up, go get in the sheets.” “Ew, you weirdo.” They chuckle at your comment, almost shoving you off of the couch to the bathroom. “I’m related to you so suck it!”

The next time at school was tough. You had submitted more assignments than you could count and raised all of your grades to at least a c or b depending on the class. That took one month and some weeks plus tutoring from teachers who were willing. You were barely able to catch up with your friends and they were heavily concerned, specifically  Hinata.

She was your best friend from the moment you went to SHiratorizawa. She saw what your family did to you, she saw the fragility you held. You couldn’t handle raised voices or social interactions. She helped you tons and soon Takemichi was introduced. You have been friends ever since, and you haven’t really cared for school that much when you’re with them. However, since you only had less than a month left to get a B or A in your classes, you couldn’t stop thinking about school, and they weren’t the only ones who knew this. “Are you sure?”

You chuckle at Tendou’s question. “Yes, Satori, I’m fine. Now fix the preposition.” He rolled his eyes. Tendou and your relationship changed in the time you’ve been stressing about school. You kept the keychain on you at all times, having it attached to a belt loop or your backpack. Whatever the time, you had it on you, and you haven’t faced burnout again, so you’re certain he’s the good luck charm.

“Alright, alright, take a look. I’m certain you’ll be proud.” You smile, leaning close to him and glancing at the prepositions on his page. You nod. “Shit, you are good.” He chuckles. “What can I say, I have that skill.” You roll your eyes. “Okay, weirdo, complete the next page if you’re so cocky.” He blanks. “Damn, and here I thought I’d get off with half-assing it.” You giggle, looking at him from your close position. You pause, letting a couple of breaths pass as you look into his deep red eyes. He was pretty, just as pretty as that picture you took. And it takes everything in you not to lean forward and press your lips to his. They were slightly pink and plush, just perfect for- “Sorry I’m interrupting,” Your aunt announces. 

You immediately jolt away from Tendou. “Had a meeting. Hope you two kept it civilized.” You chuckle awkwardly. “Everything’s good, Mx. Hange.” They hum. “Good because I have to go get a snack from the vending machine and eat it in ten minutes.” You nod at their words, looking at the essay you needed to submit. “Get out before I’m back, please,” They coo, leaving the room again. 

You and Tendou sit in silence before you think of school, again. “Hey, do you think we could meet up and arrange the photos we have for art?”  He was already looking into your eyes before yours met his. “Of- of course- sure.” He clears his throat. “Where do you want to meet?” You nibble on your bottom lip. “Well… My aunt won’t be home so we could meet there.” It would be the first time Tendou stepped into your space- All you had to do was force Hange out for the next couple of hours. 

you wait for a response, and you audibly sigh at his answer. “Sure, I can come over.” You nod with a slight smile. “Good… I- I mean it’s good that we can meet and finish it- Um, finish your stuff and I’ll finish mine.” He chuckles and does as you say.

Shiratorizawa gym

“So, you agreed?” Tendou nodded smugly, stretching his arm across his chest. “Yeah. She was really cute about it too.” Semi hummed, pulling his hand back to stretch it. “Well, you can inspect her room while you’re at it.” Tendou’s face scrunches in disgust. “No! No! Not like that, I mean- ugh, see if she’s your secret admirer.” Tendou hummed. “Yeah, but we’ll most likely be in her dining room or something.” Reon joined in the conversation, crossing his arms. “You could ask for a tour, or say you need to go to the bathroom and search.” Tendou shrugs. “I don’t know you guys, it’s a bit weird if I do that.” Semi groans. “Then how are you going to know if she’s the one?” 

Tendou rolls his eyes. “At the end of the year the person will confess, I’ll just wait-” “But we shouldn’t have to!” Tendou deadpans at Semi’s words. “I’m not going to make her uncomfortable for the sake of your guys’ interest.” Semi grumbles and Reon smiles. “I’m glad, now let’s start practicing before coach Washijō comes over here and scolds us for gossiping.” The two nod with a shiver at the thought.

What no one saw was the longing look in the back. Ushijima watched from afar as Tendou raved about this girl while he just stood there, listening to his friend fall for someone who wasn’t him. 

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Hanji’s apartment

You came to the conclusion that you were utterly fucked when your aunt was sleeping on the couch. “Auntie?” They grumble something and before you know it, they’re jolting up. “It’s not him- Oh… Hey sweetie, do you need something?” You give them a skeptical look before nodding, watching as they cross their legs and lean forward with their chin on their palm. “Yeah, I’m going to have my friends over and-” “Oh, good! I wanted to talk to Takemichi about-” “No!” Hange freezes, staring at you oddly. “No…?” You inhale, opening your mouth to answer them. “Um, I- I meant that we were just going to be here for a moment before leaving to the- to go to the mall!” Finding your words when lying wasn’t as easy as it used to be but you still persevered. “Well, I can see you off-” “I was kind of hoping to just go with them-” “Are you embarrassed by me-” “No, I’m not-” “Y/n, let me finish!”

You suck in a breath, nodding with embarrassment engulfing your body. “This is my apartment so I should be able to be here when you have friends around, especially when you have been bullied before.” You bit back your protest and let them continue. “And just because I’m very excentric doesn’t mean that you can shove me away when your friends are here. Now, I will be out for two hours because of a parent-teacher conference, but that doesn’t give you a right to just let your friends stay here and mess up my place…” You wait for a bit and they don’t continue, so you speak, “Thank you, auntie, I um, I’m sorry about this too-” “It’s fine, just say hi to him for me.” “Will d…” You look into Hange’s brown hues, waiting for what feels like forever until they laugh out a reply, “I knew that redhead was coming over!” “Aunt!”

They fall back onto the couch, kicking their feet in the air as you groan. “We aren’t going to do anything besides-” “Oh no you aren’t. I’m going to spy on the both of you-” “How? We’re supposed to keep it a secret that you live with me.” “You mean that you live with me- Besides the point.” They shake their head, standing up and brushing down their pants. “I’m going to stay in my room. As much as I trust you with Tendou, I don’t want to just give him the okay because I’ve seen him in public and he hasn’t done anything unethical… I do have a meeting at three though. So, I’ll be back at around five. Can you handle that?” You nod. “Yeah… I won’t let him over until five.” “Good- Now leave me alone so I can sleep!” They walk over to their room, and you immediately grab your phone. 

Me

Hey my aunt will be out at three

Back at five

Do you think you could come then 

but go back outside 

and then come back in again?

Tenten<3

Is that even a question?

OFC I can!

Where is your address again?

{Address}

See you in two hours!

Mhm!

In one hour your aunt was up and getting ready, telling you about everything they were going to do, and how they were going to secretly intimidate Tendou without showing their face. You hummed along to their words and thirty minutes late they were gone. That was most likely one of the first times they were going to be on time but you shook your head at that, preparing the coffee table to sit at. 

You laid out your supplies; Hange’s laptop, paper, pencils, and the keychain Tendou gave you. Now it was just a habit of having it, but you liked your new habit, craved it almost. “Okay, that should be it.” You sighed, leaning against the couch and grabbing your phone beside you. “Ten minutes.” 

Instead of sitting in one place, you paced around the apartment, picking at things and rearranging everything until it was perfect. You were in your room, rearranging random stuffed animals your father left you before there was a ding. “Satori…”

Your body was moving on its own, your heart thudding as you sprinted to the door. Your hand caressed the doorknob, the other on your chest as you breathed in and out trying to calm the bit of excitement in you.

When you finally opened the door, the redhead was there, his lanky stature highlighted by the sun. “Hey, Y/n!” “Hi, Satori!”

He took off his shoes and entered your apartment, red eyes scanning the rooms. “You’re apartment is nice.” You smile with a nod. “Thank you, Satori.” He chuckled as you passed one of your baby pictures. “You like chocolate,” he commented from the chocolate smeared on your face. “Oh- that’s I was going through a phase.” He hummed and soon made his way into your living room.

“It’s nothing like I imagined,” Satori said, sitting down beside you. You blinked, looking over at him. You could see all of his features, tiny hairs above his lips that are faint, some acne scars, and his lips that were too soft. “Really, what do you mean?” He pauses, his eyes fighting back and forth with which one of yours they want to look at before he answers, “I thought it’d be more clean-freakish.” Your lips quirk upward as you open your laptop. “Yeah, I kind of have that energy- Honestly it would be like that if my aunt didn’t decide to have their shit all over the place.” He snickered at your comment. “I see. Do you live with your aunt?”

In Shiratorizawa, almost all of the students have to live in dorms, it’s mandatory excluding some people. You’re one of those people. However, you’ve never told anyone about this, Hinata and Takemichi found out randomly, and even then they forget most of the time because they don’t care. But they’re the only people who really know, and if anyone else found out, it would cause a problem because no one really wants to stay in their dorms, it’s mostly a hostile environment and people will steal things from their roommates, not to mention the dating policy. 

“I visit most days,” is what you say to everyone and Tendou isn’t any different. He nods, looking into your eyes before leaning to the side and digging into his backpack. “I have some photos on my phone we can use, you have a printer, right?” You nod, reaching over your computer to grab your phone. “Yeah, my aunt said it should be in their room.” He nods and opens his phone to show you the photos just like you’re doing. “Switch?” You nod with a smile, taking his phone.

Some of the photos were of his friends laughing with a romantic film on it, which was what you were going for, then others were of random things around school. It felt refreshing to see birds and leaves in the shapes of hearts compared to your people-centered photos. “Wow, you took all of these?” His question makes you look at the photos he was swiping through. Most of them were of your friends without their faces and photos of aesthetic images with your aunt that seemed platonic-romantic. You nodded with an intake of breath. “Yeah, you’re right, we should use yours. I think I took it too literally and I like the way that you captured-” “What are you talking about?” You blink as you opened your school website. “We should use yours too.”

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Hanji’s apartment

You should’ve known. Your heart didn’t stop pounding as you saw those admiring eyes. No matter where you went, Tendou was there in your mind. So how are you going to face him at the end of the year?

“Alright, here are the paper and photos,” you said as you placed them down on the now-cleared coffee table. “So, how should we arrange them?” You shrug, picking up the two photos. “Well, we should contrast by putting the photos on white, black, or green paper before setting them onto the red background.” Tendou nods, but his eyes can’t seem to leave your form, and it’s eating him alive that you are comfortable with him- this comfortable. “We should also arrange by shape, smallest in the middle and largest outward- Also some are more animal themed and others aren’t so we should take that into account.” You pick up a black and white card to place behind the photos. “Then we need a title. I can do cursive if you-” “You can do cursive.” You blink, removing your hands from the board.

You had messed up- really messed up. The only people who knew you were fluently bilingual were Hinata, Hange, and Takemichi. They were the only ones who knew that you grew up being taught English, Spanish, and Japanese and were forced to study until your hand cramped and your voice hurt that you couldn’t speak for a day or two. Now you were fucked because Tendou has evidence that you’re writing the letters. “Mhm… Um, I look up tutorials, and Mx. Hange knows how to write cursive… So, they teach me when I spend time in their class… But um, I don’t use it often, Satori.” The way you couldn't keep eye contact and fumbled with your words made him suspicious, but he didn’t want to prod too much as that’s his friends' job. “Sounds nice, Y/n. I like your ideas too, how about we do something with sweets… Like sweet tooth or Candy Crush.” You smile at his suggestions, nodding. “Yeah… Thanks, Satori.” He nods. “Of course, I like hanging out with you, after all.”

Nothing dramatic happened after that. The two of you sat and completed the majority of the project, deciding on the name Sweet Tooth and forcing Tendou to do bubble letters for his Japanese translation. “Seems good, all we have to do now is write the explanation portion.” His face scrunches cutely as he groans about it. “I didn’t know we had to write about this.” You bite back a smile, nodding. “It’s okay, I tend to work well with the writing portion, so you can sit with me while I do it- Oh, you can go home if you need to-” he shakes his head. “I’m good, really.” You sense the words from his lips are definitive, the subject something he doesn’t want to talk about. 

You nod. “Okay… well, you might be hungry. We have some leftovers in the fridge, but if you don’t want that you can order in, or pick something up from the gas station down the street.” He ponders your words, watching you move your laptop over to the couch, your back pressing against the table. He stares at you for a second before he can tear his gaze away, nodding. “If your aunt is coming back soon then I should go to the convenience store,” Tendou says, standing. “Right, thanks for reminding me, Satori!” He nods, staring at your form once more. “Yeah, um, I’ll be right back.” “Come back in ten, please!” 

You start writing the word portion of your project as Tendou leaves, shutting the door softly with his wallet in hand. He makes it to the lit store a street away. He walks into the store, nodding at the cashier reading a magazine before he went down the aisles. He comes across some things that pique his interest and spends time browsing them, trying to pass ten minutes. In the beginning of those ten minutes, the door sounds again and he hears a familiar voice. “Evening, Marco.” The cashier, Marco, grumbles something about a sports team before he goes back to reading. “Don’t be a sore… Tendou?” Hange’s brows furrow together, their grip on their briefcase tightening. “Mr. Hange.” They blink, forcing a smile as they walk over to the tall man. “What are you doing here?” He opens his mouth to reply, shifting the chocolate bar into his left arm. “I'm here to see a classmate-” “Y/n?” 

His breath hitches, his head hesitantly nodding. “Yes…” They hum, a hand on their hip. “Yeah, she lives near me, the only reason I know.” He aha’s before going back to choosing his food. “Well, I should get going, I only came here for chips, spicy is a good kind, get it before you leave, Tendou.” He nods again, watching them pay and leave with the chips. 

Nine minutes go by and Tendou decides to leave, taking the bag from the cashier. “Her room is on the second floor,” Tendou repeats, walking up the stairs. Once he’s at your door he knocks, hands behind his back with the bag as he waits. He sees you, form a little disheveled as you open the door. His brows furrow. “You okay?” You nod. “Yeah, my aunt just scared me.” You exhale, stepping aside to let him in. “Where are they?” “In their room… they are acting weird, actually.” He slips off his shoes letting you lead the way to the living room again. “How so?”

You shrug, sitting down on the floor again and patting the space beside you. “They came in all calm, besides jump scaring me, and they didn’t comment on anything and just went to their room.” He hums, setting the bag on the coffee table. “Well, maybe they had a bad day or something.” You nod at his statement, watching him pull out food. “True…” As Tendou pulls out the hot chips you love, you realize something. “Chips?” He blinks, holding them towards his eyes. “Oh yeah, Mx. Hange came to the convenience store- Did you know they live by you?” He snorts. “Who am I kidding, you most likely did. Anyway, they said to get these chips.” He places them down in front of you. “Do you like them?”

Like, would be an understatement. And you’re definitely fucked.

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Hange’s Apartment

Tendou left an hour or two later, taking the leftover snacks with him. Now it was just you, Rat, and Hange. And you were ready to hear it. First, you discarded any mess you made, shoving the board into a place where your cat would not scratch. Next, you put on pajamas, trying to get as comfortable as possible while you talk to Hange.  Then it was finally time to knock on their door, Rat purring as they rubbed at your feet. “Please give me the strength, Rat.” She meowed at your sentence as you knocked on the door. “Yes!” “Can I come in!?” “That’s what the yes was for!” You exhale at their sentence, open their door, and walk into their room. They sat at their desk, tapping away at their keyboard as they answered questions. “Auntie?” They hum, not stopping until you give them a reason. It made communication with them easy. If you had something to say, say it to them with confidence. “I want to apologize for letting Tendou in here before you said when.”

They hum, hand now on their mouse as they clicked send. They didn’t turn around. “Hange-” “Is that all?” You let your mouth hang open. “Aunt…?” They inhale, opening a new tab and speaking, “Y/n, if you're going to give a half-assed-” “It isn’t half-assed-” “Let me speak, Y/n.” It’s the first time you’ve heard them this stern, and so you do, You stop talking and stand there with your hands folded behind your back. “You have disobeyed my rules before, elementary rules that I could overlook, and I know Tendou is kind, never one to hurt a fly, only look like he would, but… Ah, how do I put this without sounding like an ass?” 

They turn around, hands folded in their lap as why look up at you. “You have been slacking, Y/n, and I don’t want you to slack off anymore. You need two more A’s and you’ll be able to move to the next semester which is less than a week away.” You look into their light brown eyes, and it hurts that in front of you looks like your father. His eyes are the same, the stance and the concerned voice that really means he’s going to kick you out if you don’t do any better. This hurts.

“But.. I have done everything I can-” “I know, but Y/n… You've had enough time-” “How would you know?” Your brows furrow and you don’t let the speak. “Y/n, don’t-” “I have done everything to get my grades higher than a C, aunt Hange, and I know that it’s taken me a very long time to get out of my sad nature, but it’s hard to picture me leaving my parents, being in this place with you instead of there, depressed and being told that I wasn’t enough…” You scoff at your words, continuing. “I want-... I want to do so much more, I really do, but… But Hange, what am I if not someone people can berate? I have tried for so long, so, so long to realize that I can be okay without my parents, and I love you, but you are acting like-” “Don’t say I’m like them, Y/n. I’m simply telling you-” “You aren’t listening, Auntie! You aren’t listening and that is how you are like them…”

You sniffle. “I appreciate everything you have done, I do, but I am not okay in Shiratorizawa, and I will never be like I was because that will physically and emotionally break me all over again- and I don’t think I’ll come back if that happens.” They let their gaze fall to the floor. “So you’re okay with failing out of Shiratorizawa?” You shake your head. “No, but what can I do?”

The last day you were able to attend school came quicker than you thought. It was perfect, actually. Winter break was the next day and you weren’t going to return, so it’d be like you were never there. For the better, you remind yourself as Hinata tells the lunch lady to load more Onigiri on your plate. “I can’t give her anymore!” “Then give me more!” Takemichi finally interrupts, separating the two with you tagging along. 

“I still can’t believe you’re getting kicked out… There isn’t anything we can do?” You shake your head, watching as the pile of Onigiri emits steam. “Well, we can still meet up, we also have the flower shop.” You nod, grabbing one of the onigiris and shoving it in your mouth. “Aw, there, there, baby.” Takemichi chuckles as Hinata rubs your back, letting you lean into her body. “I can’t believe that after all of your time here, you’re leaving.” Hinata hums, patting your head and grabbing one of her onigiris to feed you. “It’ll be okay, Y/n. I promise.”

From afar, a group watches the scene, the setter commenting, “Damn, someone’s emo- Ouch!” Reon steps on Semi’s shoe mumbling something about being nice. “Is she okay?” Ushijima is the one to ask this, his brows furrowing. Tendou shrugs. “I hope it wasn’t because of me- Actually she said her aunt was acting weird.” “Maybe it’s that- But can we get back to what happened last night?” Semi leans forward, looking into the redhead’s eyes. “Is she, or is she not Amor .” Tendou leans forward, close to Semi. “Do you, or do you not ever shut up?” There’s a pause in the atmosphere before Reon cackles. “Aha, get blocked bitch-” “Shut up, Reon, you want to know too!”

Reon takes a bite of his food, not saying anything in reply. “I think… If Tednou doesn’t want to talk about it, then we should all drop it,” Ushijima utters picking at his onigiri. Tendou glances at his best friend. “Thanks, Ushiwaka- But if you all want to know, she can write in cursive.” Semi’s eyes enlarge as Reon asks him, “That’s all you got?” Tendou rolls his eyes. “More than enough if you ask me- I mean, have any of you ever seen her here?” Tendou shrugs. “No, she tends to eat with…” It clicks. “Onigiri. She eats when there is onigiri being served. Two major details!” Reon nods. “And she speaks English fluently, so it all makes sense. I think we’ve found-” “What if she isn’t the one?” Ushijima enters the conversation one more time, one hand relaxed in his lap while the other picks at the onigiri.

“Yeah, Ushiwaka is right…” But there was more to it. Ushijima thought she was the one who sent the letters, and it’s bad because when he bumped into her in the hallway, he thought she was okay, she seemed kind and polite- and now with what Reon and Semi said, he’s sure she’s the one sending the notes, but he doesn’t want this to be true. The biggest part of him wants it all to be a lie, he wants to have Tendou look at him the way he looks at her. He just wants one moment alone with the man because he’s realized what’s going on in his head. 

“Ushijima, don’t be such a downer- Shit, I have to meet up with a friend. See everyone at practice?” The three left nod, waving goodbye. “Just so we’re all on the same page, he’s meeting with Shirabu right-” “Definitely, Reon.” “Good, I thought I was the only one who knew.”

The paper was bright blue, and this time he could read the cursive lettering of open the first day of winter break . 

And he waited until 12 a.m. to open it.

Dear Satori Tendou,

In America they put the first name before the last, I thought you should know that as I am supposed to be teaching you about English… Actually, I’m not your tutor anymore as I’m leaving. It’s funny because I don’t think this is real, none of this. But it is. I’m leaving for America… I don’t want to, but I have parents who want me to succeed in their own messed-up way. So, I’m going to finish school in America and get a job there. I want to be someone who has to learn languages, and teaches them- What about you? What are you going to do? I think something that you own and run yourself would work. Well, I shouldn’t have any input, but please do tell me in the future what you become. PleSend me a postcard or something. Please? Well, I’m leaving in twelve hours- three in the morning to be precise… If you haven’t figured it out, Satori, I’m L/n Y/n, and I like you. I like everything about you and can’t get you out of my head. I’m not opposed to it, and honestly, I’m okay if you never like me back, I prefer it this way. Long distance never works and I think you like someone else, anyway. FUN FACT OF THE DAY; I like red roses even if they are classic and cheezy.

Sincerely, Amor Y/n L/n

The first thing Tendou did was reread the letter until he could rehearse every line, and now he has two hours to get on a train and get flowers for you. The first step is trying to call his friends for help. Sadly his first choice doesn’t know how to respond. “Okay, are you here-” Tendou smiles as the man comes into view. “Ushijima!” He’s waving to the man who has the roses. Standing in front of Ushijima he hands them to him. “So, she is the one?” Tendou nods, a light blush coating his cheeks about you, not Ushijima. “Yeah, I can’t believe Reon and Semi were right.” He inhales. “Well, I have two minutes before I leave, any encouraging words to end with?”

Ushijima looks at the redhead with despair because, for the first time in the duration he’s been best friends with Tendou, he’s never felt what Ushijima does, and Ushijima knows this. Ushijima was never one to understand when to say things or how to, but right now he comprehends that Tendou feels the way Ushijima does about this h/c haired girl and he knows that no matter what he does, Tendou will look at her with those eyes, not himself. “Good luck.” So, he chooses words of encouragement like Tendou requested, shoving his feelings down and never saying them. “Thanks, Wakatoshi.” Even if there was a slim chance that they’d be reciprocated.

The train ride is long and he’s bouncing his leg on the empty vehicle until it stops at a station and lets him off. He’s less than a mile away and he’s running, his plan finally coming to a close as he watches your apartment complex come into view. He’s finally going to tell you how he’s felt and it starts with your form leaning against the car, eyes glossed over as you look up at the sky. Your wish came true with the red roses in hand. 

“Hey, Y/n.” “Hi, Satori.”

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It was different. France was different but more than that, he looked different on camera. "All I'm saying is I'm glad you got on tv." You're boyfriend hums, wrapping his arms around your middle section as you set the washing machine. "But you're totally jealous now because I'm famous now." You giggle, hearing the washer start as you turn around in his arms, your own looping around his neck while your hands play with his short hair. "Nah, I could never be jealous when I already have the man of my dreams." He bites his bottom lip. "Wooow, princess, such a flirt." You snort, shoving him off of you and turning to walk out of the kitchen above his shop. 

The last day in Japan for you was something to remember, his eyes never left yours as he confessed and you have to say receiving letters in Japanese in America is so fun to read because only you know it when you see the mail. It's healing. And being in his arms now, it's therapeutic. "Oh, by the way, Hinata and Takemichi invited us to their wedding." Tendou hums, letting his body fall onto yours that's splayed on the couch. "Are you sure they want me to come?" You giggle, letting volleyball play in the background as you massage your boyfriend's hair, legs wrapping around his waist. "Yes, why?" He groans, head digging into your chest. "Because the last time I saw Hinata was at graduation and she told me that she'd castrate me the moment I hurt you." You chortle, wiping a tear away from your eye as you shake your head. "She was joking... I think-" "Y/n!" "Sorry, sorry. But honestly, she just needed to know that I was okay with you- and happy. Anddd when we show up she'll know I made the right decision," You reassure, kissing the top of his head. 

"I don't think I deserve you-" "Nah, I don't deserve you-" "You still can't take a compliment?" You bite your bottom lip, Tendou sitting back onto his shins with your legs falling onto the couch. "I can! Just... Not from you." His brows furrow as he grabs the back of your thighs, shoving your feet onto his shoulders. "Why not, baby?" You shrug, watching him kiss your left ankle moving down to your calf and biting slightly. "You're too kind to me 'Tori." He giggles against your skin, lapping up the bite mark before he moves onto your right leg. "Honestly I should be more kind- Buy you lingerie more and feed you so much more chocolate-" "I'll get too big 'Tori- ngh!" "Good," He mumbles biting down harshly onto your calf, staying there until you start to shove his head away. "Ouchie." You pout, trying to take your leg back, but Satori doesn't let you, leaning forward and placing his arms on either side of you. "What about you?" Your brows furrow. "Me?" He nods, continuing, "Can you compliment yourself?" You scoff. "Obviously." "Then do it."

Your eyes widen as you look between his two red eyes. "What?" "You heard me, compliment yourself." There's a pause before your lips open and you let out a confused sound. "Do you need a mirror-" "No, I'm not complimenting myself, 'Tori!" He raises one brow, sitting back on his shins once again. "And why not?" You roll your eyes. "It's embarrassing to do it in front of my boyfriend." He deadpans. "As much as I love being called your boyfriend- That's your reason?" Your brows furrow as you scoff. "Yes Satori, that's my reason-" "Fine." You're frozen, his long fingers dipping into the band of your pants. "Satori-" "Once you compliment yourself in front of me, then you can cum." Your eyes widen at his sudden change in nature. "Awe, sweetie this is nothing you're not used to. Lift your hips for me- good girl~" 

He's right, you're used to being edged until he likes what you're doing. Last time he didn't let you cum for thirty minutes and then wouldn't not let you cum for the next thirty. It was hard to walk the next day, to say the least. Right now, however, you're focused on the embarrassment that's coming from his punishment. 

"But 'Tori-" "Ah-ah-ah, call me Satori, you know the rules," He says, dropping your pants on the floor. "S-Satori I don't think I can-" "Then you won't cum today. Baby, you're making this more complicated than it is." He sighs, tugging his shirt off of his toned upper body. "Here, I'll let you try one more time; Y/n, compliment yourself and you can cum. What's a compliment for yourself?" Your brows furrow cutely as you open your mouth to speak. "Satori-" "A compliment, Y/n." You inhale, whining and shutting your eyes. "My sweet, sweet girl," he utters, letting his palm caress your cheek, his body hovering over you. "You know I love you, right?" You nod, leaning into his touch and opening your eyes to see his vibrant red ones. "Good, because I'm fucking you like I don't," is all he says, removing his warm palm from your cheek. 

He smirks, hovering his lips over yours. "Once you tell me a compliment about yourself, you can cum, and if you don't do it in the next couple of minutes, you aren't, understood?" You nod, biting your bottom lip and focusing on his soft, soft lips. "Color?" "Green." The next thing you know, he's not touching your lips, instead, he's moving to your right, letting his lips plant feather-light kisses on your cheek, jawline, and throat. He lets his teeth pull your shirt up, flowing back down when he stops let's it drop. "Satori-" "Compliment." You realize that he's going to be extra tedious until he gets what he wants, including not responding to you with anything other than one word. 

His lips kiss your clothed waist until he's at your legs. His arms bend under your flesh, tugging it up until you're lower body is off the couch. He lets his lips and teeth graze your thighs while his tongue darts out, trailing all the way from the side of your knee to your inner thigh, right below your pussy. You whine at the movement, his hot tongue stopping as he moves to the other side. "C'mon, give yourself a compliment," he prompts, kissing your inner thigh. You bite your bottom lip in retaliation, his brow raising. "Really? ...Okay, princess, whatever you want." Your breath hitches, his mouth leaving a lingering kiss right on your clothed clit. "Mmm, as sweet as chocolate," he comments making your cheeks heat up as he lets his tongue drag against the fabric, emitting a loud whine from you. "Satori!" "I know, I know, just say it for me, okay?"

 He sets your lower body down, eyes lopping over your heaving chest and damp panties (not only from his tongue). Finally, he looks into your eyes, asking, "Color." "....Green, please." He grins mumbling something about your shy manners before his eyes leave your e/c ones for your cloth panties. He tugs them down with his fingers, a line connecting them and your pussy. "So pretty. All for me?" You nod, muttering behind your forearm, "All for you, Satori." "Good." He puts your panties in his back pocket, grabs your legs, and pushes them to your chest. "Hold them, sweetie." You do as he says, forcing them as close to your chest as possible. Yet he provides no praise, too focused on your sopping pussy to say it. Since he doesn't have to worry about holding your legs, he gets comfortable on his knees, rubbing the back of your thigh with one hand while the other taps your clit. You squirm slightly, shutting your eyes to try and stay still. 

"Still so responsive for me, baby." He lets his fingers spread your folds, eyes mesmerized by your twitching hole. "And so pretty too," He comments, mouth puckering for saliva to drip down on your folds. It spills onto your clit first, flowing quickly down to your hole and staying there. He smirks, both his fingers moving to your hole and swirling around, making you mewl. "You can take two baby, no need to whine," He says as if his fingers aren't so long that they reach your cervix in one try. 

His boney fingers scissor, entering you in one try even as you squeeze him tightly. He exhales, breath blowing directly onto your clit as your back arches, hands fisting the soft couch. "Just wait... Ah- there it is!" He exclaims, middle finger tapping your spongey cervix as he wiggles in test. "Satori!" "Compliment?" He tries again, lips pursing when you just whimper, trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. "I didn't say you could use me, stop it." You almost cry when he removes his fingers until only his fingertips are in, limiting your movements with his hand on your lower stomach. "I told you to knock it off, Y/n." You nod with a wobble to your bottom lip while you stare into his eyes. "Awh, princess, it's okay, there's no need to cry. Tell me a compliment, hm?"

You don't but he isn't surprised, instead, he curls his fingers into you, deliciously hitting your special spot as he pulls back. His other hand, the one on your stomach, moves closer until his thumb can cover your clit, swirling circles on it. "Feeling good?" He sarcastically questions when your eyes fly to the back of your head. He presses harder on your stomach, speeding up the swirls to your clit even if he just began. He tests his fingers with deep and sharp thrusts, watching your body shake from his pleasurable movements. It's not long before your thighs especially shake, his thumb pressing onto your tormented clit and fingers speeding up. "You're going to cum already? Awh, that's so cute, princess." Your moans become louder as you grind again this hands, his smirk flashing in the back of your mind. And just when the pressure becomes too much, your thighs about to still, Tendou pulls away, forcing your thighs to stay put as you scream, "Satori!" "Compliment!" He gives you the same energy, face centimeters from your teary face. 

You swallow, inhaling and exhaling until you close your eyes and mumble something. You can practically feel the smirk on his lips as he asks and commands, "What did you say? And eyes open." You exhale a shaky breath, teary eyelashes fluttering as you stare into his red hues. "My body is pretty, Satori." It's less than a second after you say it and he's discarded his pants and boxers, taking your panties out of his back pocket. "Such a good girl for me- This is why I love you so much." Before you can retort, he grabs your jaw, forcing it as wide as he likes so he can shove your panties into your mouth. "Can't have any more noise complaints," He chuckles out, sitting back on his shins to get one last look at you. Your pussy is dripping onto the couch, shirt sweaty on your body as your lips wrap around the cotton material in your mouth. "So pretty, princess." 

His hand wraps around his length, the tip a flushed pink while the base is the same pale color as his skin, standing tall against his lanky body. It had more length rather than girth, but it filled you perfectly, always hard to take no matter how many years you've been dating. "Shh, shh, baby, you can take it," He reassures, using his forearm to hover over you. His other hand leaves his girth to let your hands hold his shoulders, legs automatically wrapping around his waist. He smiles, looking into your anxious eyes as he grabs his length again, jacking it slightly until he has enough pre lubricating him and he can rub against you again. "Color?" You gulp down as much saliva as you could before saying your muffled answer. "Green, Satori." Once you finish your discombobulated sentence, he's shoving the tip in, a whimper leaving his lips as he feels you squeeze him. "Even with prep you're tight, Y/n," He says, letting his hand leave his girth so he can cup your cheek. Your eyes shut, brows furrowing to take him in as he shoves more in. 

A strangled grunt leaves your nose and your eyes open again when his thumb presses on the drenched panties in your mouth. Your mouth goes slack for him, tongue trying to stop the cloth from entering more. You clench around Satori, his dick halfway inside of you. "Sh-shit!" He lets his head rest in the crevice of your shoulder, his thighs flexing as he tries to force himself inside of you. "Ahn- I think... I can feel myself inside of you." He says, letting his thumb leave your mouth and letting you breathe fully before his hand presses on your stomach, your pussy loosening at the toe-curling sensation. "Oh- oh fuck, princess," he whines, his body flush with yours. You try screaming his name a breathy chuckle leaving him. "You can't speak with the gag, sweetheart... But you're so pretty with it." He groans as he sits back, moving one of your legs to his shoulder. "I'm... I'm going to start moving, okay, sweetie?" You hum, drool slightly pooling out of your mouth. He bites his bottom lip to hold back a moan as he lets his hips pull away from your own. 

It was like you wanted to keep him inside, your essence coating his dick as he pulled back. "Awh, princess..." He exhales, his tip basically stuck inside of you. He takes his time, sliding back in and savoring the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing him, oh so nicely. He lets his hips rock back and forth slightly, never letting them leave for long until he hears you whine, nails digging into his shoulders. "I got you, I'll keep you safe, baby," He mutters, balancing his weight as he finally elongates his thrusts, letting his tip rest in you before he thrusts into you again, this time hitting your cervix directly while his scarce pubes stimulate your clit. "Ah- Is that it? Yeah, you like that?" Your reply is muffled screams,  hands pulling him forward and making him deeper than ever. "Fuck- I knew you could take me this deep," He says, letting a slapping sound resonate in your shared place. "C'mon, cum for me princess- Cum nice and hard, you deserve it," He exhales against your ear, teeth tickling your lobe while he continues to fuck into you.

It's not long after he said those words that you come undone under him, your breath quickening as your legs start to shake, eyes shutting tightly while your teeth clench around the fabric. Satori loves the sight, his hips not stopping once until he knows you're sobbing, muffled pleas for him to stop threatening his dick. "Fuck- I know, I know, I'm close really- Ah!" He thrusts at least two more times before he fills you with heat, your body shivering as he relaxes against you. 

After cleaning up, he holds your now-nude form on the couch, asking, "That was good?" You hum. "Very good." He smiles, kissing the top of your head. "I love you, Y/n." "I love you too, Satori."