#tenshira

[theartofrem]

[Donten ni Warau] I'm calling out for a potentially dead fandom here and hoping I get an answer 🤞🏻

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[farewelltoeden]

hi !! can you do something with tenshira ? i like tendou and shirabu's dynamic a lot however there's barely any content for them :(

Dance Lessons

summary: shirabu doesn’t want to go to shiratorizawa’s end of year ball. not because he can’t dance- he can dance, thank you very much. (tendou is not convinced.)

warnings: not even kind of proofread

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“what do you mean, you’re not going?!” the words resounded throughout the gym as tendou stared at the team’s second year setter and resident grump, shirabu kenjirou. “it’s.. everyone’s going! eita’s going! even wakatoshi’s going! you can’t just not go!”

“sure i can. easily.” shirabu answered calmly, never daring to show his amusement resulting from his dear senpai’s shock. look, it wasn’t like anyone thought it was. he wasn’t avoiding the dance because he hated hanging out with his team. on the contrary, he actually enjoyed their company quite a bit- it was just.. the crowd, the noise.. it wasn’t his thing. he wasn’t going to admit that, though. he enjoyed watching tendou lose his mind.

and of course, the redhead did just that. he had plenty of time, anyway. the two were on after practice cleanup duty. “well, you 𝘤𝘢𝘯.. but you shouldn’t! c’mon, dances are fun! why don’t you wanna gooooo?” he whined, only to be met with silence as shirabu continued to sweep the floor. “is it because you don’t have a date?” nothing. “is it because you’re super lame?” that got a glare, but still no words- he wasn’t going to dignify it with an answer. tendou pouted a bit, sulking as he started to take the net down. a comfortable silence fell over the two, both going about their business, until shirabu heard a loud crash.

“what the hell?!”

“i figured it out!” tendou cheered, the net pole forgotten on the ground as he bounded over to shirabu with a bright, shit-eating grin.

“you scared me, asshole!”

“𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦!”

there was another silence, mainly consisting of shirabu glaring and then shoving past tendou to pick up the net pole the other had carelessly dropped. “i know how to dance, thank you very much. i just don’t want to go. drop it.” he huffed, folding up the net. his bottom lip jutted out as he muttered indignantly. he did so know how to dance! his parents taught him as soon as he could walk.. what did tendou know?

“prove it!” tendou followed after him, abandoning the responsibility he had to clean. he playfully pulled shirabu away from the net, being met with his ever present poker face when he turned him around.

shirabu knew he only had a couple of options here- prove it, and give into tendou’s nonsense- absolutely not. he could lie and just say that he was right, and forfeit his pride- absolutely not. and lastly, he could ignore him and cement tendou’s beliefs of his dancing ability more than an actual confession even would- once again, absolutely not. the only one that didn’t lead to mocking was the first one, so.. “fine,” he sighed. “what style?” he asked. he’d been taught how to dance young- his parents brought him to all kinds of parties.

that only earned an eye roll. “seriously?” tendou asked, a mocking laugh leaving him. “do you know anything about socializing? we’re not going to 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘻, kenjirou. we’re going to dance!” he giggled, grabbing the setter by both hands and spinning him around, of course managing to catch shirabu off guard.

“hey!”

“dance!” tendou urged him, catching him when he stumbled and letting go of him. his body moved with that loose, carefree fluidity he always had. come on, what did shirabu think this was? some kind of soirée? a cotillion? this was a high school dance! people don’t need classical dance training to move their body to the beat. and apparently, people with it.. can’t, if the stiffness of shirabu’s movements were any indication. “you’re.. hopeless.”

“shut up!” came the response, followed by shirabu turning around to resume cleaning up the net. he couldn’t believe he even entertained him, that sardonic, 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 -

“come on, just like this..” tendou said in a teasing voice, long fingers slowly wrapping around shirabu’s hip. the second year’s body somehow went more rigid as a blush crept up his neck. tendou pulled him closer, twirling him and swaying the two of them in rhythm. at that point, he was right- shirabu was, in fact, hopeless. hopelessly flustered, because 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥.. 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘳 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮? he started to loosen up, resting his hands on tendou’s shoulders purely for stability during the twirls- no. other. reason. “there you go!”

the more he focused on not being nervous, the less he thought about his movements- which was just what he needed to do. soon enough, his body was moving effortlessly to an imaginary rhythm, making his least favorite-favorite senpai giggle uncontrollably. “what’s so funny?” he asked, that annoying blush from before returning to his cheeks. he could feel then that his hands had begun to sweat- since when did that happen? he started to stiffen up, not enjoying being laughed at.

“no! don’t do that, keep dancing with me!” he draped an arm over shirabu’s shoulder, leaning in close to his face with a big, shit-eating grin. “does it help if i say your ass looks nice when you dance?” he wiggled his eyebrows and winked, feeling himself get shoved away a moment later.

“no, that doesn’t help! you’re such an asshole, why do i even talk to you-” he started to ramble, emphasizing his indignation as a way to cover up how 𝘳𝘦𝘥 he was turning. tendou never seemed to care, though. his smile stayed all the same.

“whatever. i was right before.” he bragged, taking note of the setter’s confused look. “well, you can dance, sure. but not on your own. so i was right when i asked if it was because you didn’t have a date.” he smirked proudly. shirabu only turned to the wall, bending down to grab a stray volleyball. when he turned back, he came face to flirty face with tendou, who was leaned against the wall with one hand. “so?”

“wha-”

“be my date.”

[jokegender]

@stzfanweek day 2 - magic au

pull a shirabunny out of your hat !

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[shions-heart]

SPOILERS FOR THE AWAKENING!

really, if you haven’t read my poly!Shiratorizawa fic The Awakening don’t read this cuz there WILL be spoilers~

so.

i’ve been thinking about Shirabu’s pov in this fic

i purposefully didn’t write his pov because that would’ve given away the reveal early on (same with if i’d had Tendou’s pov, (which i might have to write up a similar post about him later)) but thinking about Shirabu in this au hurts me

details under the cut cuz this got l o n g

he knew from the beginning that something was Different™ about him. he was remarkably adept at magic from a young age, able to learn spells and cast them without saying a word just from reading books. for half-demons, the veil between dimensions is thin, so that they’re able to call upon the creatures of their Hell dimension easily and bring them into our dimension, so unconsciously, whenever Shirabu was upset or feeling lonely, he called upon those creatures and they entered our world in those shadowy forms. when he told his fellow orphans and the head of the orphanage that he was seeing demons, he truly was. they didn’t believe him, though, and he was mocked, ridiculed, beaten, and ostracized for it. the head of the orphanage would punish him for “lying” and for putting curses on his tormentors, until eventually Shirabu just . . . stopped talking. he stopped mentioning the demons and instead focused all his efforts on learning more about demon hunters and spells and studying to take the Shiratorizawa entrance exam.

by the time he took the exam, he was exceptionally good at magic for being only 13 years old. he failed the Magical Heritage test because nobody knew who his parents are and so they couldn’t know how pure his bloodline was/is. but he was so powerful, the headmasters of Shiratorizawa wanted him anyway.

he wanted so badly to be a demon hunter, to be able to defeat the demons he always saw, the demons that terrorized his dreams and even his waking days that he threw himself into his studies to become the best. he honestly didn’t expect to make friends, that’s not what he was there for, and he sort of just assumed everyone would treat him the same as they did back at the orphanage, so he kept to himself.

until Tendou came over and invited him to sit with him and his friends. that honestly shocked Shirabu, and for a long time he didn’t trust it. he sat apart from the group, watching everyone warily, waiting for the other foot to drop. but it never did. Tendou, Yamagata, and Kawanishi teased him sometimes, but never maliciously. Semi would scold him, which was annoying, but he could tell he didn’t mean it in a bad way either. that night Semi found him in a nightmare, Shirabu almost told him everything. but then he feared Semi’s reaction, that he would call him a liar, that he would tell Tendou to kick him out of the group, so he didn’t. he grew to like Semi more after that night, but he still didn’t trust his kindness.

by the time Goshiki arrived, Shirabu felt more comfortable in the group. he understood the dynamics and where he fit in it, but he still kept himself at a distance. he didn’t like anyone to touch him, aside from Semi and sometimes Tendou. they earned that trust. he knew by then that neither of them would physically hurt him. he didn’t really think the others would either, but there was always that Doubt™ in the back of his mind.

don’t get too close. don’t tell them the truth about my nightmares. don’t tell them i see demons. don’t give them any reason to hate you or fear you or hurt you.

Goshiki was . . . a lot. but in some ways he helped bring Shirabu out of his shell a bit more. since they became roommates, he sort of ended up being the one to “look out” for the kid. a task he begrudgingly took but found he kind of liked because it was a good distraction. the competition between them helped, too. it gave Shirabu something to focus on that wasn’t his fear of slipping up and revealing something he shouldn’t. that’s where his affection for Goshiki stemmed from and it only grew over time, though Shirabu still couldn’t let his guard down. because he just knew that if Goshiki found out about him, about what he saw, what he did to his abusers at the orphanage, he would fear him.

with Semi, Shirabu mostly feared rejection. he didn’t think Semi would be afraid of him, but he felt Semi would regret taking an interest in him, would regret caring about him, worrying about him. he didn’t want to lose that. he found Semi attractive (obviously) but more than that, he felt Semi had taken the time that night of the nightmare to get to know him, to comfort him, and Shirabu craved that kind of care and attention, as he’d never gotten it before. nobody had ever tried to comfort him after one of his nightmares, but Semi, stern and straight-laced Semi Eita, did. Shirabu fell in love with Semi and was so so afraid of Semi looking at him with disgust, no longer thinking he deserved affection or concern, so he couldn’t let his guard down there either.

he almost told Tendou. multiple times. he felt like, out of all of them, Tendou would understand. especially after hearing all the rumors about Tendou being the demon, the monster, being from the White Rose and therefore evil in some way. Tendou was ostracized. Tendou was mocked and belittled. Shirabu knew how that felt, and so he almost told him about his abusers, about what he’d done to them in retaliation, about the demons following him everywhere, about the nagging feeling deep inside of him that he was different and wrong and that maybe . . . he was the half-demon everyone was talking about.

but he feared what Tendou would do. I think he knew Tendou would continue taking the brunt of the abuse, that he would continue to let people talk shit about him, to protect Shirabu, and Shirabu wasn’t going to let that happen. Tendou already took on so much and he wasn’t going to add to his burden.

just . . . thinking about all this and how alone Shirabu felt the whole time. he was surrounded by friends, but he still felt alone. he still felt like he didn’t deserve any of the kindness shown to him. he believed he was bad. he believed he was unlovable. because that’s how the orphanage made him feel. that’s what the orphans and the head made him believe about himself. he focused on his studies, to become a Demon Hunter, and swore to strike off on his own as soon as he graduated, so none of them would ever find out, so he would never have to see their disappointment, their disgust, their fear. he suppressed all his bad thoughts and bad feelings as best he could so they couldn’t escape and hurt anyone like they did at the orphanage.

but as he grew more powerful in his magic, it got harder and harder to suppress. the nightmares got worse, the demons responded to his anger without him even realizing it, and then Ushijima arrived and that kicked everything into high-gear because Shirabu knew, he just knew that Ushijima was there for him. his fear awakened his abilities ten-fold and the attacks got worse and then . . . they found out. they all found out and that fear heightened with such intensity, Shirabu couldn’t contain it anymore. not until Semi stepped into his whirlwind of despair and pain and told him he was loved, that he was wanted, even as a half-demon, and that he was strong enough to fix things himself.

and now he’s actually happy. he knows now that he’s not alone, that he was never alone, and he embraces that. he thrives now, in this life with his friends, his family, and he no longer has any fear.

i just . . . have a lot of feelings about Shirabu in this ‘verse.

[fengtianshi]

Yes! YES!! THEY'RE BACK!!!

Shirabu, you little shit you, you should know their name, you played at nationals before!! And ignoring the correction... I love how cruel you are!! ♡♡♡

No Goshiki, don't you dare watch a game in your room EVER AGAIN!!

[idfc-biatch]

IwaKinKage, IwaOiKinKage, TenSemiShira

Are these ships a thing??? Cuz I need them to be… Please

[you-can-all-eat-shit]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: Timeless

Rating: M (for implied sexy times)

Pairing: Tendou Satori/Shirabu Kenjirou

Summary: The first time Kenjirou woke up in Satori’s bed, he left without saying good morning. Sunlight filtered in through the blinds and warmed the dawn air and he quickly found his clothes in a wrinkled mess on the floor, racing to get dressed and flee from the small, downtown apartment before Satori woke up and wanted to talk about feelings or something like that. He knew his cheeks were flushed enough already and any excuse to pretend last night hadn’t happened was good enough for him.

[catearella]

I LOVE your art of Tenshira! (And your art in general) They are mi new OTP <3 plis draw more of them in your beautiful style ;v;

OH MY GOD, THANK YOU and sorry for my late 939!!! I’m so flattered that you enjoyed my things, TenShira stuff in particular! It’s understandable why they’re considered a rarepair, but they’re SO CUTE together !!! *squee* They do deserve more love! ;///; I will surely keep on drawing them. Thanks for your comment!