Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots

Tendō Satori: Read Blocking

Summary: Fluff, scheming, little angst

• Reading the game is a gift of Satori Tendō, but you need his ability to read the mind of your crush, thus an unlikely partnership is born.

Warnings: Cursing, 2.5k+

A/N: Fell in love with Satori even more when writing this... I just hope I characterised him correctly else I'm gonna kick myself...

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It's known to be easier to judge a persons' true feelings when you do not harbour any for them yourself.

Tendō was accustomed to it by now, being used as a means for others to connect with his popular (and handsome) best friend, usually there was an air of politeness to his opening greeting - before whiplashing into savage truths the second he'd guessed their intentions for talking to him.

So, when a fellow student skipped past Ushijima unlike the majority of awestruck spectators, he'd considered them clever. It was a rare tactic, inclined to make him believe their ruse before inevitably asking about Ushijimas' preferences.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" The middle blocker raised a curious brow, tilting his head and spinning the volleyball in his hands having just won a match against a college team.

"Vague~"

"That read blocking thing." A gesture of your hand aided in your description, Tendō haphazardly replying with an overly playful tone that could be considered vicious if taken the wrong way.

"Ahh, so you're trying to get close to me for Volleyball? Want me to introduce you Ushijima too?"

The pause was expected, he'd seen it many times with others he'd caught out but the scoff you offered was new.

"What? No. Ushijima can't help me and Volleyball is irrelevant for this."

Now he's speechless.

Also new, this was unexpected and usually the Middle Blocker was loaded with comebacks but you'd thoroughly confused him, disregarding not only volleyball (he'd seen that done) but Wakatoshi too.

"Then... why do you want my read blocking?"

"Not the blocking, only the reading." You confidently confirmed, the continuation trailing into self-doubt as you gave him a cheeky smile. "Although, technically I am cock blocking - does that count?"

The redhead remained silent for a while, fingers placed on his jaw in consideration prior to a spark of mischief warping his features into a devious smirk and lower tone.

"You have my attention..."

"(L/n) (Y/n)."

"Tendō Satori, but you can call me Sensei." Judging by the scarily gleeful grin accompanying his enigmatic statement, you could only question what exactly you'd gotten yourself into.

The two of you went to a Café that afternoon, to replenish his energy and to elaborate on your proposal as peculiar as it was.

"You can read people, so that talent can be generalised to other areas including feelings."

"M'kay, so you want me to guess if your crush reciprocates?" He'd listened, regardless of the lazy demeanour coating his movements throughout your recent explanation.

"Exactly!"

"And what would I be getting out of this?"

"The pleasure of my company."