Tendou Satori

The energy in the stadium was electric, a deafening mix of cheers, drums, and chants that made your heart pound in your chest. The arena was massive… way bigger than anything Karasuno had played in before. Every step you took alongside Kiyoko felt heavier as the tension thickened around the team.

Everyone looked on edge. Hinata was clutching his stomach, his face pale, while Sugawara.. despite looking sick himself—tried to keep everyone from completely falling apart. Even Kageyama, usually a picture of focus, had a tense frown carved into his face.

Then, the doors on the opposite side of the court swung open.

The crowd roared louder.

And there he was.

Ushijima Wakatoshi stepped in first, exuding an intimidating presence that made the air feel heavier. His sharp gaze swept over Karasuno, unreadable, almost dismissive… like he didn’t even see them as a threat. The players behind him filtered in one by one, but your attention snapped to the red-haired middle blocker who followed closely behind.

Tendou Satori.

His crimson eyes flicked through the crowd before landing on you. And then… they didn’t leave.

Even when the match began, when he was supposed to be laser-focused on the ball, he still found a way to glance at you. And yet—somehow.. he still read every play, blocked attacks with eerie precision, and smiled that playful, cat-like grin every time he shut Karasuno down. It was unsettling. And weirdly impressive.

But then, against all odds—Karasuno won.

The court erupted into chaos as the team screamed in victory, arms flying around each other in disbelief. You rushed toward them, ready to celebrate—until a hand caught your wrist.

It wasn’t rough. It wasn’t forceful. Just… deliberate.

You turned, heart skipping a beat, only to meet a pair of mischievous red eyes looking down at you.

“Well, hello there, beautiful,” Tendou purred, his lips curving into an amused smirk. His grip remained gentle but firm, thumb idly brushing against your wrist. “Didn’t know Karasuno had such a cute manager.”

He tilted his head, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Tell me… what’s your name?”