Haikyuu imagines

7 minutes in heaven- Tendo

A chill get-together at Reon's apartment, where half the old teammates are visiting and your friend group (including Tendō) merged with them for the night. Everyone's sprawled on the floor with snacks, blankets, mismatched socks - pure chaos.

You've known Tendō since childhood. Same neighborhood. Same playground. Same bizarre jokes nobody else ever understands.

To everyone else, Tendō is unpredictable. To you, he's familiar. Comfortable. Safe.

Even if he still gets that mischievous gleam whenever he's planning something dramatic.

Right now, he's sitting beside you on the couch, nudging your knee with his whenever he laughs too hard. Every few minutes he leans close to whisper some stupid inside joke that only the two of you find hilarious.

And every time he does it, your heart does that thing. The thing you pretend you don't notice.

At one point you catch him staring - really staring - at you while everyone else debates what movie to watch.

You raise an eyebrow.

He instantly grins. "Don't mind me, I'm just admiring my limited-edition, one-of-a-kind childhood bestie."

You shove him lightly. "Shut up."

"Never," he beams, poking your cheek. "You're too cute when you get annoyed~"

Before you can come up with a comeback, someone blurts:

"Hey! Let's play Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

Everyone groans. But because this friend group can't resist chaos, they agree anyway.

Tendō leans in. "Oh boy. This is gonna end spectacularly," he whispers dramatically.

"You're already weird," you mutter.

He gasps. "You wound me! After twenty years of friendship?"

You roll your eyes. "Exaggerate harder."

He leans close to your ear, voice dipping- "I could. Want me to?"

Your breath catches before you can stop it.

Noa spins the bottle first.

It twirls... slows... and stops on- TENDŌ.

He spreads his arms like he has fans cheering.

"Yes! My moment of glory!"

"Sit down," Reon mutters.

Noa spins again.

The bottle spins wildly, tapping the floor. Tendō hums a suspenseful tune beside you, which only makes your stomach tighten more.

The bottle slows... slows... And lands right on-

YOU.

The room erupts.

Tendō turns to you with a slow smile. Not dramatic. Not teasing.

Soft.

"You ready, partner?"

You try to roll your eyes, but your heart is pounding.

"Whatever. Let's go, freak."

"Ohoho, confident! I like it." He pops up, offering his hand. You take it - because you always do.

He pulls you toward the hallway closet, flashing the group a smug peace sign before stepping inside with you.

The door closes.

Darkness.

Silence.

And then his voice - low, warm, softer than you've ever heard it: