the last prompt w regressor ushijima plsss 🤲
this was so soothing to write ... the last prompt is: character a suffers from sensory overload in their headspace, and character b swoops in to help.
for this prompt, he goes into his headspace After experiencing overstimulation! also, warnings apply for overstimulation, and ushijima stimming in a way that can be harmful (hes cracking his wrists and fingers, this gets safely redirected)
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It was Sunday, and the Shiratorizawa team was just finishing their annual lock-in. All of the volleyball members were locked in the gym for 48 hours, starting Friday afternoon and ending Sunday, just before supper. It was a tradition, something they did every year, some sort of bonding experience combined with lots and lots of practice.
It was mandatory, too, unless you had some sort of excuse, which Ushijima did not. And, as the team captain, he was pretty much required to go unless he physically could not walk.
Needless to say, Ushijima hated team lock-ins.
They were in their last minutes, discussing the weekend and what they think went wrong or what went right. Ushijima’s head was reeling. His eyes felt like they were open too wide, letting in too much light, and he could hear everything but understand none of what was being said, and after an entire weekend of pushing himself to his limits, he knew he had crossed the line of what he could take.
Ushijima didn’t get overstimulated often. Normally, he was good at keeping track of how he was feeling and when he needed to take a step back, but it was almost impossible for him to finish a lock-in without being overloaded by everything going on. This weekend was no different.
By the time their weekend was officially over, Ushijima was on the verge of tears. His hands were by his chest and he was cracking his fingers over and over again, his wrists, his ankles when he sat down on the bench in the locker room. Everyone was still so loud, and he didn’t understand how. He was exhausted, and he wanted to go back to his dorm, and-
“Hey, Toshi.” The voice was quiet next to him but he still pulled away, flicking his wrists, thumb pulled back to the point where it was really starting to hurt. “Toshi, we can’t do that, you’re going to hurt yourself.” Ushijima knew that, of course he did! He was grown, he could take care of himself, even when his attempts at self soothing became more harmful than helpful. But he let his hands fall to his lap, nose scrunching and eyes squeezing shut and winking, anything to control something.
He stood when they grabbed his arm, and let himself be led out of the locker room, out of the gym. It was quiet out, the sun setting but still bright, and he whined softly. Sunglasses were in his hand in moments, and he was quick to put them on.
Familiar, bright red hair made its way into his peripheral.
“Toshi, love, are you alright?”
And just like that, Ushijima felt himself regressing, getting smaller and smaller as he struggled to cope with how everything was just a bit too much. He whined again, and reached out, grabbing at Tendou’s shirt.
Tendou laughed, and he caught on right away. “I see what’s going on, baby,” he said, his voice noticeably quieter as he dug through one of the bags on his shoulders, pulling out a small pouch that Ushijima recognized as the bag that Tendou kept all of his emergency little gear in, and anything that could help him when he was overstimulated. He pulled out headphones first and then a pacifier.
The pacifier made it into Ushijima’s mouth with no problems, and soon a mask was over his nose and mouth, hiding it from sight. Tendou smiled and held up the headphones before slipping them gently over Ushijima’s head. “Perfect,” Tendou said, he signed, and Ushijima felt light all over.
His hand was suddenly in Tendou’s and they walked back to Shiratorizawa’s dorm building, Tendou swinging their interlocked hands. Ushijima’s other hand was still moving, cracking his wrist until it wouldn’t anymore, and he frowned. Tendou let them into their shared dorm and sat Ushijima down on the bed, holding one finger up, telling him to wait.
“I got your braces,” Tendou signed, setting them on the bed next to Ushijima before kneeling in front of him, gently taking one of his hands. The brace went on, and then the next one did, and Ushijima didn’t really like it, but he knew it would help eliminate the danger of hurting his wrists. “I know you don’t like it, baby, but we have to keep your hands safe for volleyball. Do you want any toys?”
Ushijima nodded, and moved to sit on the floor with Tendou, looking at the different toys Tendou had gotten out for him. Many were stim toys, which he gravitated to, picking up a fidget cube and handing it to Tendou before picking up a tangle for himself. He leaned against Tendou’s side, signing a quick “thanks” before going back to his toys, feeling content with his carer next to him.
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Icky medicine
Little Suga and CG Oikawa
((+ Baby Kageyama and Baby Ushijima))
🏐👑🐦💊
Suga stood in front of Kageyama and Ushijima, barricading the two babies away from Oikawa and his bottle of horrible medicine.
Distantly Oikawa was glad that Kyoutani wasn’t also home. He could be worse than Suga when it came to ‘protecting’ his little siblings.
“It’s yucky and they don’t like it!” Suga hissed, arms spread out either side to cover his little siblings. “I won’t let you!”
“Suga, sweetie, Tobio and Toshi need to take some medicine to make them feel better. You don’t want them to have a tummy ache to you?”
“No... but it’s yucky and it makes them cry!” Suga narrowed his eyes at the older setter, huffing indignantly at his caregiver. “Won’t let you make them cry!”
“Suga. Tobio and Toshi are sick. It’s just a spoonful and then I have warm milk and juice to take away the taste.” Oikawa stopped, arms falling to his sides with a sigh. “How about if you let me give them their medicine, I’ll let you give Tobio their bottle and Toshi his sippy cup? And you can take care of them?”
Suga’s expression never faltered but it was clear he was chewing on his options.
“You promise they won’t cry?” He finally spoke, lowering his arms a little.
“They might make a funny face but if you give them their treat right after, you’ll make them very happy Suga.” Oikawa bargained with a soft tone.
He watched the grey haired regressor look down at the floor before turning to his little siblings, Tobio blinking blankly at him for a second.
“Ok...” Suga grumbled. “But you’ll stop if they cry?”
“I’ll stop if they get too upset.” Oikawa nodded. “If you go run into the kitchen and gab their bottle and sippycup, I’ll be ready when you get back.”
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