Haikyuu imagines

Savior- Tendo

You didn't tell anyone at first.

The late-night texts. The footsteps behind you. The messages from an unknown number that somehow knew exactly what you were wearing.

You figured maybe you were overreacting... until Tendō noticed.

He always noticed.

"Why are you jumpy today?" he asked on the walk home from practice, lollipop stick hanging from his lips. "You keep looking behind us."

You forced a laugh. "I'm fine. Just tired."

He stopped walking. Just stopped. His red eyes locked onto yours, all playfulness gone.

"Don't lie to me."

Your throat went dry. He'd never used that tone with you-low, steady, too serious for the Tendō everyone else saw.

So you told him.

All of it.

And he didn't say a word. He just took your hand. "From now on, I walk you home. No arguments."

You tried to protest-"Tendō, it's not a big-"

He squeezed your hand. "It is to me."

You were halfway down your street when Tendō's grip on your wrist suddenly tightened.

He stopped walking. His head lifted. He tilted it slightly, eyes narrowing-like a predator scenting something off.

"What is it?" you whispered.

"Don't panic." He stepped slightly in front of you. "He's behind us."

Your stomach dropped.

Then you heard it- that slow, crushing sound of footsteps matching your pace.

Tendō's posture changed. The joking, lighthearted, teasing boy vanished in an instant.

This Tendō was silent. Still. Focused.

When the man finally stepped under the streetlight, your heart stopped.

It was him.

The guy who'd been following you for days.

"Hey," the man said with a smile too wide, too eager. "You left before I could talk to you last time."

Tendō's reaction was immediate, violent in its intensity.

He moved in front of you fully, shoulders squared, jaw clenched tight.

"Don't take another step," Tendō said, voice low and disturbingly calm.

The man laughed. "Relax, I just want to talk to-"

"She doesn't want to talk to you," Tendō snapped. "You've been following her. Messaging her. Scaring her." He tilted his head. "That's stalking."

The man's smile dropped. "This is none of your-"

"Try touching her," Tendō said softly. Dangerously. "I dare you."

Something dark flickered in his eyes-something you'd never seen before.

The man took a step forward.

And Tendō snapped.

He shoved the guy back so hard the man stumbled two steps and nearly fell. Tendō grabbed him by the front of his jacket, slamming him into the side of the brick wall.

"You think she's someone you can corner?" Tendō hissed. "Follow? Threaten? You think she's alone?"

"Tendō-" you gasped, reaching for his arm.

He didn't take his eyes off the man. His voice dropped to a whisper that made the stranger go pale.

"Get near her again, and I'll make sure you never walk behind anyone again."

When he finally let go, the man stumbled away, cursing under his breath but not daring to look back.

You stood there shaking.

Tendō immediately turned to you, hands cupping your face, checking every inch like you were made of glass.

"Are you hurt? Did he touch you? Did he-"

"Tendō," you whispered. "I'm okay. You scared him off."

He swallowed hard, forehead resting against yours. He was still trembling with adrenaline.

"I hate that he scared you," he said in a low, raw voice. "I hate that you didn't feel safe. I hate that I didn't know sooner."

His hands dropped to your waist, pulling you gently against him.

"You don't have to deal with this alone," he said. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

You managed a shaky smile. "You're scary when you're protective."

He smirked slightly, brushing your hair back. "Yeah? Good."

He kissed your forehead-soft, grounding, tender.

"Come on," he murmured. "Let me get you home."

And as he walked with you-his hand in yours, his body angled protectively toward the street-you realized something:

Tendō Satori wasn't just walking you home.

He was claiming you as his to protect.