REQUEST: Tanaka and Asahi hc (seperately) where their s/o is into a fight with someone spreading hate comments about them and would like to defend them? Like how the boys would react or stop their s/o before the conversion goes intense?
Warnings/content: Swearing, confrontation, someone tearing down the loml
AN: I’m sorry - for some reason I had a lot of trouble writing Tanaka’s and so I ended up giving up on his. My writing is,,, eh,, rn because of exams, but I really loved the request and I wish I could have expanded on it more!! (WC: ~800)
You were walking out of the gym after a game, following two bored-looking girls who were talking loudly about the team, and you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.
“He wasn’t even that good.”
“I heard he quit at the beginning of the year and then came back. Why don’t they use one of the second years? That bald one had a way better hit, and he didn’t quit and waste a ton of time.”
“He looked like a druggie. Like, homeless, and he acts like it too. Have you seen the weird way he walks?” Laughter. “So creepy. Why do they let him go to Karasuno? And I heard he failed his third year, like, four times.”
More laughter. “He probably failed on purpose. What a perv.”
Your chest tightened. They were undoubtedly talking about your boyfriend.
Who gave them the right to talk about anyone like this? And they didn’t know a thing about Asahi — he wasn’t any of those things that they were saying. Who gave them the right to talk about him like that?
This wasn’t the first time you’d heard people talk about him like this. He was incredibly handsome, but to some people his appearance was misleading. He really was the sweetest guy you’d ever met and though it might bother him that people misread him he would never confront anyone about it. He was so defined by misconceptions and rumours that when people actually met him for the first time, they were often taken off guard by his shy and polite personality. He had mentioned to you before that he wanted to just ignore this kind of thing, but would people ever understand who he was if he never defended himself?
You saw the team walking into the hall from the gym. Asahi walked straight to you, greeting you with a hug. “Thank you for coming,” he said softly with a smile.
“You were great, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
The girls had stopped, watching the two of you in slight confusion. When you made eye contact with one of them, she grimaced at you. As if she was sorry for you.
Sorry for you.
You stepped towards them, smiling placidly. They turned back to you, looking confused.
“I heard you guys talking about Asahi,” you said.
“Which one’s… Asahi?” one of them said.
Really.
“The one that you so kindly labelled… ah, let me see, a ‘druggie,’ ‘homeless,’ a ‘perv,’ and also bashed his hard-earned skills. I don’t think either of you could ever be as talented as him.”
“Yeah?” one girl said. “Why were you listening to us in the first place?”
“‘Cause you felt the need to say it all very loudly. Honestly, it was like you wanted me to hear it. Hell, it was like you wanted Asahi to hear it. And from your impression of him, do you really want him to hear you?”
The other girl’s face darkened, and at first you thought your words had had the desired effect. But then she looked behind you, and you realized that Asahi was approaching. You crossed your fingers that he wouldn’t try to tear you from them as you continued. “Little pieces of shit like you don’t have the—” you began
“Y/N,” came Asahi’s voice from behind you. “Please don’t.”
“Let me tell these little fuckwads what’s what, Asahi,” you said, pushing his hand away. A piece of hair flew out of place, falling directly into your face.
The girls were watching without much indifferently, exchanging glances. You made a face at them.
“Babe, please.” His voice was quiet; it was almost so quiet that, over the sound of chatter in the hall, you almost missed the sadness in his voice. “Can’t we just…”
The girls seemed to lose interest, and turned to continue out of the building. Before you could walk after them, Asahi lowered his hand on your shoulder. “It’s not important. So, please don’t.”
You looked at him. “You don’t understand. You didn’t hear what they were saying, Asahi. It was awful.”
“I don’t care what they were saying, as long as it wasn’t about you. It’s not worth it.”
“You’re always worth defending,” you said adamantly.
He winced. “Thank you, but…”
You bit the inside of your lip, seeing how uncomfortable he was. “I’m sorry. It just makes me so mad that people talk about you like that. It’s not okay.”
He pushed the piece of your hair that had fallen into your face away and smiled doefully at you. “I love you. Thank you for caring.”
You nodded at him. “Love you too. And those girls don’t know what they were talking about. They don’t know you.”
“All that matters is that you do,” he said, taking your hand. “That’s all I really care about.”
“Well, you were fantastic. You played a good game. You’re the coolest guy, baby.”
