Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
Got any fukunaga headcanonns?
You bet!!
He has a huge obsession with stickers. Everywhere he goes, there's a sticker, whether that's on a door, a wall... someone's forehead... Done a nice block? You get a star sticker! Did a good receive? You get a star sticker!
Obviously, he's very good at cooking, so he usually cooks whenever the team stays the night. Sometimes, he'll cook with Kai or Yaku.
Fukunaga and Yaku were best friends in middle school 😋😋
He laughs at his own jokes. Half of the time people aren't laughing at his jokes, they're laughing because of how funny his laughter is - it's very loud.
He wears glasses. Well, he should do, but he doesn't, but he has them.
Fukunaga would have an obsession with charity shops. Whenever he walks into one, he'll leave with the most randomest clothes and all of the cute plushies.
Giving gifts is his love language. If he sees something that reminds him of someone, it's now there's. Kenma now has a lot of leaves that "look like him" ???
He'd be so good at Mario Kart. He plays it all of the time with Kenma and Yamamoto. Yamamoto sucks at it, and it isn't Kenma's favorite, but if it means playing a video game with Fukunaga, he'll play too.
He can play the flute!
He doodles on everything: his notes, homework, cards, etc.
I feel like he'd be amazing at anything he tries first time. He has a lot of talents. He just can't keep them because he gets bored - volleyball is a completely different story, though.
He has an older sister, and they're extremely close. She left for college when he was in middle school, and it affected him pretty badly. He spent a lot of time sobbing silently in Yaku's arms.
"Absolutely not."
Yamamoto lets out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back as if you’d just crushed his dreams with a single stomp. “C’mon, manager! The captain of the boys’ soccer team was pissing me off, and I just thought we could flaunt the fact that we have a hot girl manager!”
You sigh, rubbing your temples. “I’m going to not try and take that as an offensive statement.”
“But think about it! If we show off our amazing manager—who, by the way, is way cooler than any other team’s manager—those other guys will be so distracted, their defenses will crumble before we even start playing!”
Yaku lets out an exasperated groan, smacking Yamamoto upside the head. “Do you hear yourself? You sound like an idiot.”
“I’m thinking strategically!” Yamamoto argues, rubbing the back of his head with a deep frown. “It’s all about getting in their heads before the match even starts! They’ll be so busy staring, they won’t know what hit them!”
Kuroo, who had been listening in with an entertained smirk, finally cuts in. “You sure that’s gonna work? Sounds more like you’re the one who gets distracted by a cute face, Yamamoto.”
“Hey, hey, hey! This isn’t about me!” Yamamoto quickly defends, flailing his arms as Kenma sighs beside him, eyes still glued to his game. “This is about our team having a clear mental advantage.”
Kenma lets out a slow breath, thumbs lazily pressing at his screen. “I don’t think anyone is intimidated by your ‘mental strategies.’”
You cross your arms, fixing Yamamoto with a deadpan stare. “So, your plan is for me to just… stand around looking pretty while you all practice?”
Yamamoto brightens. “Exactly! You just have to stand there, maybe flip your hair a little—”
“Okay, you can stop talking now.” You cut him off, shaking your head as Kuroo bursts into laughter beside you.
“C’mon, manager, just think about it!” Yamamoto pleads. “You wouldn’t even have to do anything extra! Just be your natural, intimidating self!”
“I don’t think standing still counts as intimidation,” you reply flatly. “And I already have an actual job managing you guys. I don’t need to add ‘team mascot’ to the list.”
Kuroo drapes an arm lazily over your shoulder, grinning. “Oh, but what if we paid you extra?”
You raise an eyebrow. “With what money?”
“Uh.” Kuroo blinks, looking to the rest of the team. “Yamamoto, do you have money?”
“I might have enough for a convenience store snack,” he mutters, checking his pockets. “But that’s beside the point!”
“You hear that?” You turn to Yaku, feigning disappointment. “They were gonna bribe me with convenience store snacks.”
“Pathetic,” Yaku agrees, shaking his head.
Yamamoto throws his hands in the air. “Fine, forget the money! This isn’t about bribery, it’s about team pride! Think about it! The Nekoma basketball team has a manager, the badminton team has one, even the track team has one—but none of them have a hot girl manager! But you’re here! We can use that to our advantage! We can—”
“Yamamoto.” You cut him off again, your patience thinning. “If I hear one more word about me ‘flaunting myself,’ I’m making you run extra laps after practice.”
Yamamoto stiffens, mouth snapping shut immediately.
Kai, who had been quietly observing, finally speaks up. “Yamamoto, maybe try thinking of a plan that doesn’t involve embarrassing our manager?” His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes.
Lev grins, nudging Fukunaga. “I dunno, I think it’s kinda funny.”
Fukunaga smirks before leaning in and whispering something to Lev, who immediately bursts out laughing.
Yamamoto groans. “See? At least some of you get it!”
“Not really,” Kai corrects. “We just enjoy watching you dig yourself into a hole.”
The silence is almost peaceful—until Kuroo nudges your side again. “Still,” he muses, a teasing glint in his eye. “You do look pretty intimidating when you’re pissed.”
“Well, maybe you guys should stop pissing me off.”
Kuroo snorts before shaking his head. “Yeah, right.”
You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “If I quit being manager, you all only have yourselves to blame.”
Kenma hums, finally looking up from his game. “Yeah, but you won’t.”
You glance at him, frowning. “How do you know?”
He shrugs. “Because you care too much.”
The rest of the team goes quiet. Even Kuroo, ever the instigator, doesn’t argue. Yamamoto looks at you hopefully. Yaku smirks. Kai shakes his head fondly, and Fukunaga snickers at whatever he just whispered to Lev, who is still laughing.
You sigh again, rubbing your temples for what feels like the hundredth time that day. “I’m still not doing it. Now get off your asses, we have work to do.”
Yamamoto groans in defeat. Kuroo chuckles. And Yaku pats your shoulder with a satisfied nod. “That’s our manager.”