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𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗿:. 𝗯𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱𝘀 𝘄/ 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶

synposis.: in which satori tendou is determined to make your christmas feel a little more homey when home was literally a ten hour flight away.

warnings;;;;; none ;))

tendou satori. jersey number 5. owner of the projectively red hair. infamous "guess blocker". manga obsessed teenager... there were many names that he went by. and unfortunately, observant was one of them.

it was odd how his gift per day was one which could at times be a blessing and so land him in situations where it would be a prominent blessing and times when it would land him in tricky dilemmas.

one of them happened just a few days ago. inoue sato. very very very red hair, borderline ginger perhaps. but she insists that it's strawberry blonde. there was no debate about that.

one day, she decided to dye it lighter (don't ask why, she'll give you a stone cold glare for asking) and some parts hadn't been toned properly.

that's what reon said to tendou during english and satoru being the kind soul he was decided to tell her that.

"you're such an idiot," you told him, lightly dabbing the cut on his cheek, left by the dictionary she had thrown at his face. the others scowled in envy as they watched the pair of you: tendou fixating on each negligible movement; tendou's eyes flickering up to your eyes and then back to his feet; tendou falling deeper into a pit known as infatuation.

"well at least she got kicked out of class for hurting one of her precious classmates," he replies, extending the last few syllables for emphasis.

you scoff. "precious doesn't even begin to scrape the surface of your personality, satori."

another incident had occurred in another classroom. semi had his earphones in, not connected to his phone for preface. he was probably too absorbed by the music to even notice that his phone had started vibrating, playing a questionnable ringtone.

"semi." no response. "semi." no response again. "semi-semi." the red head impatiently tugs his earphones out of his ears, drawing him back into reality to listen to the sound that suddenly had everyone staring at him.

although it hadn't been his fault, semi didn't speak to tendou for a few days, making sure to send him rather powerful serves during practice.

unfortunately for him, the ball hit his face with a rather satisfying painful smack.

fortunately for him, that meant that you had to spend another twenty minutes stopping his nose bleed and tending to another bruise.

revenge was sweet but came in the form of a double-edged sword.

to summarise, his "gift" wasn't appreciated by his peers.

it had only been announced yesterday that students were allowed to visit home for the holidays, something that he wished he could celebrate but couldn't.

for one, his dad was out of town again, meaning that he had to spend the holidays with his mother who was always too tired to celebrate. so staying in his room was inevitable, using his free time to read his favourite manga or finish the stash of chocolates that his grandma sent when she couldn't come and visit.

last year was a mess. his cousins, probably turning twenty one if he could remember correctly, were always bragging about their significant others, interrogating him about his, or rather lack of, when they could fit it into their busy schedules.

so when he received a text from his grandma that they couldn't make it, he took the news a little better than what they hoped for.

"thinking of visiting my aunts in hawaii," one girl said, another following the comment with her own plans and how they were planning to travel overseas before the weather got too bad.

everyone wishes for a white christmas in naivety, never realising that others have to pay for the drawbacks.

and to his displeasure, one of the people who had to suffer from the drawbacks was you, a western exchange student who was staying in japan indefinitely.

tendou's phone vibrates once, twice, thrice before he gives into the temptation, opening it to read through the messages that were piling up.

"erm we don't have any guest rooms so you can stay here in the meantime," he points to his bedroom, pulling your suitcase into the very room.

you insisted that you could handle the luggage. naturally he declined your offer (it was a statement actually) and took your bags in hand, trying his best to ignore the flutter in his stomach when your hands brushed against each other.

"i'm surprised tendou," you say, falling back onto his bed. "the last time i came to your room, you refused to let me go anywhere near your room."

"that's because you were with semi." and he'd probably tease the hell out of me about my obsession, he mumbles to yourself.

"is that all?"

"yeah, that's all to it." there's an oddly sounding pause that follows, to which he frowns. "why what else were you thinking?"

"oh nothing! don't worry about it," you reply, waving your hand. "just give me a few minutes to change and i'll meet you downstairs."

he wasn't convinced at all.

***

tendou leaves his room more often now, sometimes finding himself watching you fit right into his family dynamic. the conversations that were had between you and his mother felt natural and barely forced.

she's genuinely smiling, he tells himself as you laugh at another one of her jokes. she was telling you about all the many times that tendou *insert scenario* which you apparently found oh so very amusing.

can't wait until that's used as some sort of blackmail.

during the night, he lays awake on the couch, legs sprawled in an odd position to provide some form of comfort. satoru wonders if you like his room, if you like the smell of his bedsheets *spoiler, you do. it feels comforting, almost as if he's with you at that moment.*

what semi says still plagues him. maybe he does like her a little more than he had hoped. and who could blame him?

the moment you passed by his classroom, he couldn't look away. not now at least, when every single prepubescent boy and their mother would be caught staring a little too long at your ivory coils or glossed lips.

it was hard not to look when all he could think about was getting to know you.

unfortunately, semi got to you first and befriended you, eventually inviting you to their lunch table one tuesday afternoon.

a flare of red hair was the first thing you pointed out about him, eyes falling to meet his before he plumped his head back onto the table.

"he's just tired," says ushijima in hopes to ease his friend.

"he'll be back in commission after lunch," semi adds, mentally taking a note of his odd behaviour.

it took weeks of observations and teasing for semi to conclude that he had a crush and it didn't show any signs of fading.

the next morning, he's greeted by his cousins — yes, those cousins — and he looks anything but pleased. for one, haruki was rather fond of you, doing anything in his power to be as close to you as possible. though you enjoyed the flattering compliments and the occasional flirty glances, you couldn't help but feel distant from tendou who was trying his best to manage the seven children that were climbing on top of him.

"need some help?" you ask from beside him and you swear he jumps.

"i thought you were entertaining your new boyfriend," he replies. it's supposed to be teasing but you can vouch for it being anything but that.

"you're not jealous are you?"

"why would i be? who wouldn't want to be with the high school sweetheart l/n y/n ?" the comment comes off a little rude, he notes. he confirms this as your face shifts into a deeply rooted frown.

"so that's what you think of me?"

"well if the shoe fits.."

then you get up and leave, dismissing some of the children to disappear into the kitchen.

"i'm such an idiot."

he wakes up to an insanely sweet smell, surrounding him in an aroma that was unfamiliar yet cozy.

he hadn't found the time to apologise to you for saying something so insensitive so he hoped he could find you in a house that had suddenly become the centre of a family gathering.

it's technically christmas eve. just a few minutes until christmas day. he took notice of a few presents with his name on a few of them. probably some new games or perhaps more socks. maybe it was the latter.

"these taste amazing! is it a western dish?" it's his mum speaking. who it was that the question was directed to remained unknown.

"oh um yes actually! my parents are originally from west africa so a lot of the food we eat has roots from that region, but my mum would make this for me whenever i was feeling sad or during the holidays as a treat for the young ones."

"i bet satori would love this," she replies, mouth mostly full. "he's always been a sweet tooth."

"yeah i know," your voice trails off into a quiet murmur.

she takes notice of it. "is something wrong? did anything happen between you and satori?"

"well we had a little disagreement. but it's probably nothing. maybe i'm just overthinking things."

his mum smiles knowingly, turning the heat on the hob down and taking your face in her hands.

"you know, he never stops talking about you.. as much as we'd all love for him to stop. and he can be a little bit of an idiot sometimes despite how observant he is."

"yeah, i can definitely agree on that last statement," to which the two of you laugh. tendou scowls bashfully.

"considering that he hasn't left his room since this afternoon, maybe you want to go and see if he's feeling alright? he might even want to try your um... i'm sorry, what did you say they were called?"

"puff-puff. but there are plenty of other names for it."

"ah okay."

you bump into him soon after the conversation, somehow managing to keep the fried dough on its plate without dropping them. tendou takes a whiff of them...

they smell really good....

he realised that he's been standing awetruck for a few moments now and you've been waiting for a response or rather trying to think of a response. music blares from the living room and you spot his cousins making a beeline for the two of you.

"let's go outside," you tell him, tugging his wrist to the front of the house, still keeping the puff puff in tact on the plate. the door closes on the children as tendou turns it lock, awkwardly smiling down at you with his keys in hand.

he should apologise. definitely. but his throat feels dry and his hands are sweaty. the reason was unknown considering that for one thing, he was outside in negative degree values so there was no reason for his hands to be so profusely moist. he doesn't usually get nervous around you unless it's just the two of you.

then in that case, he realises "oh... it's just the two of us."

rather than keeping silent, you hand him one of the fried dough balls and nod, signalling him to eat it.

"it tastes really good," he gushes in between bites. "i bet your siblings must have been obsessed with these."

"yeah, i used to make them when my parents were working. i wonder how they're doing.."

"eh? why haven't you called them? it's almost christmas!"

"timezones exist tendou."

"oh... right."

"that and i don't think hearing their voice will make me feel any better."

of course you were homesick. a holiday that's reserved to be spent with family was one which you were spending with strangers. snow was truly a blessing and a curse.

"then don't call them. if it makes you feel any better, everyone in that house thinks of you as family. so in case you ever feel like you're alone during these holidays, just remember that you're not. afterall, you've got me!"

you snort. "yeah, i'll remember that for the future." it was a sarcastic comment but you were genuinely laughing about his comment, forgetting how just being around tendou was enough to lift your spirits again.

"i'm sorry for earlier."

"don't sweat it. i was just being stupid."

"no you weren't."

smirking you ask, "so you were jealous?"

"as if!" he scoffs. but quietly he murmurs "haruki is too good for you anyway."

"really?" it was loud enough for you to hear regardless. "then tell me tendou satori, who do you think is good enough?"

he's sweating again. even more than before because you've gone and the plate of puff puff have been pushed aside allowing you to move closer and closer towards him. he's only millimetres away from you when he realises "oh crap! i'm going to kiss them! i'm going to kiss y/n! i haven't even checked whether my breath smells or combed through my hair a couple of times!"

but it happens regardless and its quick, ephemeral to be accurate but it's enough to send him into overdrive. he felt stiff under your hold and you couldn't help but laugh.

damn that laugh.

the pair of you hear the alarm go off for midnight. christmas day, your phone reads.

"we should probably go back inside before your mum gets worried," you mumble against his lips. all he could manage was a nod.

tendou satori was observant for the most part. afterall his gift always managed to land him in sticky situations that were always due to his gift.

call it defective if you want, but despite how keen his eyes were, he never realised that maybe there was that 0.000001% chance that you liked him as much as he liked you.

+ bonus:

"oi satori!" his older cousin, that cousin, calls him over with his fiancé in arm. she's pretty.

"you never told me that you brought your girlfriend over! i thought we were close like that?"

not even in the slightest.

"it's just because he hasn't had the time to!" you reply, stepping to stand beside him, your arm moving to wrap itself around his. tendou turns to look at you.

"girlfriend?"

"i mean if you want me to."

"are we interupting something satori? we can always leave." his cousin smirks knowingly.

"um n-no!" he hums a response. "in fact, we can take this to the kitchen!"

i'll take you up on that offer.

(+) 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

(+) 𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲

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