HAIKYUU ONE SHOTS!!

𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ☆ 𝘜𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘛𝘦𝘯

TW // Sensitive topics of body image and self-consciousness could potentially be triggering to those suffering with body dysmorphia and/or other self-image issues.

It was Tendou's dreaded day.

Never really considering that this day would even happen to him, cold sweat runs through his palms, his already thin body getting stiff as a board while his eyes try and catch up with the characters on the board.

"Dude, I don't think we should initiate Tendou without his consent," he could hear Semi sternly argue back and forth with their class president.

"Eh? But I already submitted the form, Tendou-san seems like a fast person based on your games," she shrugs, clearly planning this from the start as Semi clicks his tongue in frustration.

"A crossdress relay and volleyball are two diff–"

"–Let it go Semi-semi, I appreciate it," Tendou quietly interjects, a sly and evil smirk spreading across the class rep's face.

He did hate it, both the complete lack of consent and the class representative herself as he suddenly got initiated in a crossdress race. It wasn't necessarily the thought of dressing up and running in front of the entire academy, it was exposing his skin.

They've already seen the costume and he hated it. It was too revealing for him, possibly exposing bits and pieces of his body he didn't want to show to thousands of students.

What a lot of people around him don't know is that he's extremely conscious about his body.

Granted that he is a volleyball player, sport shots and all, he hates his skin being exposed too much, often changing his clothes around only a few teammates which the entire team understands.

"Anyways, now that the crossdress race is out of the way," the class representative shrugs, making Tendou's heart drop while he starts planning to talk to her after class instead, really reluctant about joining the race.

Semi kicks the leg of his chair, making Tendou lean in closer quietly, his usually playful nature watered down by the situation, "You're just going to let her have her own way?!" he shouts while keeping it down at the same time.

Tendou sighs, "I'll talk to her after class,"

"What'll you say?" Semi purses his lips and furrows his brows.

"I don't think I can race properly in a dress that makes me uncomfortable,"

"No can do," the class representative shakes her head, pouting as Tendou sighs, "Why?"

Glaring at him and finally facing him fully, she grunts, "Didn't I tell you guys already? It's finalized so I can't take it back,"

"Can we at least reach a compromise of a more full coverage outfit?"

"You're just sensitive about your masculinity that's why you hate it so much,"

Biting his lip from saying anything vile, he groans, "It's not that–"

"Whatever, it's final anyways," she sassily grabs her clipboard and leaves him hanging, sliding the classroom door shut as a frustrated Tendou gives the teacher's table a slight punch.

Semi goes back in, sighing in disdain before laying a hand on Tendou's back, "Sorry man,"

"No it's not your fault," Tendou glares, clearly irritated but can't inflict violence on a classmate. Giving up, he grabs his bag and pats Semi on the back.

"Let's go home Semi-semi,"

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"Satori, you look terrible. Has anything happened to you today that upset you?" Ushijima takes a seat on Tendou's study chair, the redhead seated on his bed while groaning in frustration.