Yasuo x Female Reader Headcanons
Anonymous asked: Yasuo x fem Reader Headcanons please? ;-; if it's not a problem
[It’s no problem at all! I know it’s been a while since my last post, but I hope you like these!]
Yasuo was never good at staying in one place. For years, he had roamed the Ionian countryside in search of his master's true killer. After being forced to cut down many of his former peers, including his own brother, Yone, the swordsman had nothing--no honor, no home, and no choice but to keep pressing on. He'd resigned himself to a life on the road--to a path that he'd travel alone--but everything changed when he met you, his soulmate, who gave him a new sense of purpose.
He took up a few hobbies during his travels, like reading and playing the flute. He loves romance novels, and daydreams of having a fairy-tale ending with you. Yasuo will also try to learn your favorite songs--the ones he always hears you humming softly to yourself. Even though it's hard for him to play them by ear, he just wants to see your beautiful smile.
When Yasuo was finally acquitted of his charges, it still took him a while to find peace. He couldn't forgive himself for neglecting his duties, but he couldn't keep dwelling on past mistakes, either. Luckily, you're like the wind, always by his side--and always happy to help him get through it.
One way that Yasuo will show his appreciation is by taking you out on nice dates. The two of you frequent the Orchid's Bloom teahouse, a lovely little spot that's surrounded by blossoms and bamboo that sways in the breeze. The owner, Jing, always makes her special brew for you--a light, fragrant blend of Xaolan flowers and spices--while wondering how "such a reckless vagabond ended up with a pretty girl like you."
"Can you--ah! Remind me where we're going again?" you asked, nearly tripping over an unruly thicket. Yasuo, with reflexes as swift as the wind, quickly wrapped an arm around your waist to steady you.
"It's just a little farther," he replied. "Just a little..." His brows furrowed as he nudged some pesky branches to the side.
After trudging your way to the heart of the forest, you discovered a wide, grassy clearing. In the center of the glade was a massive, ancient maple tree, its gnarled roots erupting from the vibrant ground beneath it. Yasuo knelt at the base of the tree before motioning for you to come over. Despite your confusion, you crouched down to join him as he pulled a set of objects from his bag.
Sticks of incense. Flint and steel. A bouquet of lilies. You felt a shiver run down your spine.
"We made it," he breathed, his voice barely a whisper. "To the place where I laid him to rest."
You were taken aback. He couldn't possibly mean...?
Seconds later, your hunch was confirmed.
Upon further inspection, carved into the bark was a single word--no, it was a single name.
"This area was meant to be a monument for him...and in turn, a reminder for me. But I was a coward," mumbled Yasuo, frowning. "Our reunion was long overdue."
"You don't have to force yourself to reopen old wounds," you protested, reaching out to comfort the swordsman.
He grimaced. "That's not it. I came here with a purpose. I came here to ask for his blessing."
Rosy warmth rushed to your cheeks at his words.
Yasuo bowed as he lit the herbal incense and a sweet aroma wafted through the air.
"Brother. I understand if you can never forgive me, but there's someone I'd like you to meet. Someone special. If things had been different...If I hadn't been so foolish, well...maybe we could've been a family together."
He cleared his throat abruptly. "Enough about what-ifs. Right now, all I need is a sign. Do I really still deserve to be happy and loved by her, even after all that I've done?"
A minute passed. Then two flew by...until you felt the answer.
A howling gale spiraled through the once-peaceful clearing, rustling the leaves overhead. It disappeared almost as quickly as it came, but then, a single maple seed drifted from the boughs, and right into your small, outstretched hand.
"Thank you, Yone. Thank you," murmured Yasuo, relieved. He turned to you. "I have a gift for you too. Well, if you'll accept it, that is."
You simply nodded, overwhelmed by everything you'd just witnessed.
He withdrew a dainty silver hairpin from his bag before tenderly tucking it behind your left ear.
“This belonged to our mother,” Yasuo explained. “She would’ve wanted you to have it.”
That chilling blast of air returned for just a split second, as if the wind itself was agreeing with him.
