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temperance
✧ #ushiten #牛天
✧ tendou satori-centric
✧ english
✧ T, 3.3k words
✧ canon divergent, set in 2015
archiveofourown.org/works/64392595
✧ #ushiten #牛天
✧ tendou satori-centric
✧ english
✧ T, 3.3k words
✧ canon divergent, set in 2015
archiveofourown.org/works/64392595
April 6, 2025 at 10:12 AM
also cross-posted on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/64465735
carmine promises - gojokesa (enuzv) - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own]
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April 6, 2025 at 7:50 AM
also cross-posted on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/64465735
In the stands, a carmine-haired woman, with the captain’s match-worn jersey hanging off her frame, wears the same design on her fingers, this time in all green.
— end.
— end.
April 6, 2025 at 7:50 AM
In the stands, a carmine-haired woman, with the captain’s match-worn jersey hanging off her frame, wears the same design on her fingers, this time in all green.
— end.
— end.
This time, Wakatoshi leans in for a kiss. She doesn’t see any reason not to.
—
At the 2024 Olympic, Japan’s national team captain Ushijima Wakatoshi sports a manicure for her final match against Italy, short-trimmed nails adorned with intricate patterns in blazing crimson.
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At the 2024 Olympic, Japan’s national team captain Ushijima Wakatoshi sports a manicure for her final match against Italy, short-trimmed nails adorned with intricate patterns in blazing crimson.
April 6, 2025 at 7:50 AM
This time, Wakatoshi leans in for a kiss. She doesn’t see any reason not to.
—
At the 2024 Olympic, Japan’s national team captain Ushijima Wakatoshi sports a manicure for her final match against Italy, short-trimmed nails adorned with intricate patterns in blazing crimson.
—
At the 2024 Olympic, Japan’s national team captain Ushijima Wakatoshi sports a manicure for her final match against Italy, short-trimmed nails adorned with intricate patterns in blazing crimson.
But then Satori exhales a quiet laugh, bright, and the tension breaks, a sunshine streaming down on a cloudy day.
“Okay, Waka-chan.” She looks up at Wakatoshi from underneath her lashes and searches her gaze for a beat, delightfully shy. “That’s a promise.”
“Okay, Waka-chan.” She looks up at Wakatoshi from underneath her lashes and searches her gaze for a beat, delightfully shy. “That’s a promise.”
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
But then Satori exhales a quiet laugh, bright, and the tension breaks, a sunshine streaming down on a cloudy day.
“Okay, Waka-chan.” She looks up at Wakatoshi from underneath her lashes and searches her gaze for a beat, delightfully shy. “That’s a promise.”
“Okay, Waka-chan.” She looks up at Wakatoshi from underneath her lashes and searches her gaze for a beat, delightfully shy. “That’s a promise.”
That this separation is just a prelude to quiet reunions, chocolate-stained kisses and painted fingernails.
There’s a pause, one too long, and Wakatoshi worries she has said the wrong thing. Pushed too far, asked for something Satori can’t promise, doesn't even want to promise.
There’s a pause, one too long, and Wakatoshi worries she has said the wrong thing. Pushed too far, asked for something Satori can’t promise, doesn't even want to promise.
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
That this separation is just a prelude to quiet reunions, chocolate-stained kisses and painted fingernails.
There’s a pause, one too long, and Wakatoshi worries she has said the wrong thing. Pushed too far, asked for something Satori can’t promise, doesn't even want to promise.
There’s a pause, one too long, and Wakatoshi worries she has said the wrong thing. Pushed too far, asked for something Satori can’t promise, doesn't even want to promise.
It’s the closest Wakatoshi can come to asking Satori to stay without actually saying the words. A hope, built on shared tomorrows and hours of future flights, that what they have is strong enough to overcome their distance.
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
It’s the closest Wakatoshi can come to asking Satori to stay without actually saying the words. A hope, built on shared tomorrows and hours of future flights, that what they have is strong enough to overcome their distance.
“When you aren’t here, I would like to have my nails bare.” Wakatoshi’s voice is hopeful as she explains. “But, in the off-seasons, you can paint them for me when I visit.”
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
“When you aren’t here, I would like to have my nails bare.” Wakatoshi’s voice is hopeful as she explains. “But, in the off-seasons, you can paint them for me when I visit.”
Yet it does not make it any easier, doesn’t stop the quiet, selfish part of her from wishing Satori would stay.
“No.”
Satori blinks, freezes. “No?”
“No.”
Satori blinks, freezes. “No?”
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
Yet it does not make it any easier, doesn’t stop the quiet, selfish part of her from wishing Satori would stay.
“No.”
Satori blinks, freezes. “No?”
“No.”
Satori blinks, freezes. “No?”
It was a plan Satori had had for as long as Wakatoshi had known her. And what exactly could she say to that? Of course she’ll let her go. Wakatoshi loves her enough to watch her leave, wings soaring to follow her dreams, no matter how far France seems to be.
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
It was a plan Satori had had for as long as Wakatoshi had known her. And what exactly could she say to that? Of course she’ll let her go. Wakatoshi loves her enough to watch her leave, wings soaring to follow her dreams, no matter how far France seems to be.
They’d talked about it before, of course. Over midnight snacks, under shared blankets, Satori had told her she wouldn’t continue playing volleyball and wanted to pursue culinary arts.
Where else would be better than Paris?
Where else would be better than Paris?
April 6, 2025 at 7:49 AM
They’d talked about it before, of course. Over midnight snacks, under shared blankets, Satori had told her she wouldn’t continue playing volleyball and wanted to pursue culinary arts.
Where else would be better than Paris?
Where else would be better than Paris?
“All done, Waka-chan, the prettiest!” Satori preens, pleased with the result. “What do you think? It’s simple, isn’t it? You can do it on your own when I’m gone, I’m sure!”
Gone. The word lands like a punch, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
Gone. The word lands like a punch, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
“All done, Waka-chan, the prettiest!” Satori preens, pleased with the result. “What do you think? It’s simple, isn’t it? You can do it on your own when I’m gone, I’m sure!”
Gone. The word lands like a punch, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
Gone. The word lands like a punch, knocking the breath out of her lungs.
Wakatoshi minutely shrugs, not even a drop of shame after being admonished. When it’s all done, Satori guides her hands to rest over a pillow to let the polish dry.
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Wakatoshi minutely shrugs, not even a drop of shame after being admonished. When it’s all done, Satori guides her hands to rest over a pillow to let the polish dry.
Satori lets out a tiny gasp, face flushed, and leans into the touch before she tries to recover some composure.
“You can’t do that while I’m working,” she scolds softly, even as her voice wavers with affection, unexpectedly bashful. “You’ll mess up my hard work, Waka.”
“You can’t do that while I’m working,” she scolds softly, even as her voice wavers with affection, unexpectedly bashful. “You’ll mess up my hard work, Waka.”
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Satori lets out a tiny gasp, face flushed, and leans into the touch before she tries to recover some composure.
“You can’t do that while I’m working,” she scolds softly, even as her voice wavers with affection, unexpectedly bashful. “You’ll mess up my hard work, Waka.”
“You can’t do that while I’m working,” she scolds softly, even as her voice wavers with affection, unexpectedly bashful. “You’ll mess up my hard work, Waka.”
But what Wakatoshi does, instead, is reach out to brush the wisps of hair out of Satori’s eyes. Her touch lingers, hooking the strands behind her ears before coming down to caress her cheek, thumb grazing over her prominent cheekbone.
“Your hair seems to bother you.”
“Your hair seems to bother you.”
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
But what Wakatoshi does, instead, is reach out to brush the wisps of hair out of Satori’s eyes. Her touch lingers, hooking the strands behind her ears before coming down to caress her cheek, thumb grazing over her prominent cheekbone.
“Your hair seems to bother you.”
“Your hair seems to bother you.”
Hands steady, wide eyes sharpening in single-mindedness, pink tongue peeking out in utmost concentration.
It wouldn’t take much to lean in for a kiss.
It wouldn’t take much to lean in for a kiss.
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Hands steady, wide eyes sharpening in single-mindedness, pink tongue peeking out in utmost concentration.
It wouldn’t take much to lean in for a kiss.
It wouldn’t take much to lean in for a kiss.
One thing about Tendou Satori, one Wakatoshi has learned and most people ignore, is that she is meticulous in everything she does.
Watching it on court is an experience, but this up close, it’s a blessing.
Watching it on court is an experience, but this up close, it’s a blessing.
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
One thing about Tendou Satori, one Wakatoshi has learned and most people ignore, is that she is meticulous in everything she does.
Watching it on court is an experience, but this up close, it’s a blessing.
Watching it on court is an experience, but this up close, it’s a blessing.
There is something fleeting on Satori’s face, raw and vulnerable, but she does not say anything and sets out to work. She buffs Wakatoshi’s nails then wipes them clean, her grip gentle.
“See, Waka-chan, base coat first, so the color has something nice to stick onto!”
“See, Waka-chan, base coat first, so the color has something nice to stick onto!”
April 6, 2025 at 7:48 AM
There is something fleeting on Satori’s face, raw and vulnerable, but she does not say anything and sets out to work. She buffs Wakatoshi’s nails then wipes them clean, her grip gentle.
“See, Waka-chan, base coat first, so the color has something nice to stick onto!”
“See, Waka-chan, base coat first, so the color has something nice to stick onto!”
Vermillion, venetian, burgundy, different undertones, different finishes. Some have glitters, the colors shifting from different angles. Her head spins with possibilities. In the end, though, she picks up an exact match to Satori’s eyes and sets it between them.
“This one.”
“This one.”
April 6, 2025 at 7:47 AM
Vermillion, venetian, burgundy, different undertones, different finishes. Some have glitters, the colors shifting from different angles. Her head spins with possibilities. In the end, though, she picks up an exact match to Satori’s eyes and sets it between them.
“This one.”
“This one.”