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utahimeow · 1 year

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home workout | wakatoshi ushijima

summary — wakatoshi works out at home. he looks hot doing it.

pairing — wakatoshi ushijima x reader

warnings — nsfw content. minors dni. smut, blowjob, cum swallowing, pet name ‘my love’

word count — 1.3k

author’s note — please listen to this audio of wakatoshi (and kuroo) breathing heavily for the most effective experience

It’s not your fault your boyfriend is totally irresistible. He’s tempting you on purpose– you’re sure of it.

You’re trying so, so hard to focus on the reality show playing on the TV, but Waktoshi is being terribly obscene. A few feet away, he’s splayed out on a yoga mat, lifting dumbbells over his head.

It’s unintentional, the way he gasps and heaves and, ever so often, groans. It’s unintentional, yet it leaves you squeezing your thighs together and biting down on your tongue because your mind is starting to wander.

If you were a better person, you’d go to any other room in the house and let him work out in peace. But you stay seated, let your eyes creep over to the titan of a man in your living room.

He’s a powerhouse in every aspect. You’d think that maybe you’d be used to it after having him in your life for so long, but your eyes widen and drool pools in your mouth at the sight of him.

Thick, hard thighs. Veined arm muscles, straining. Carved pectorals and abdomen, clenching with every movement. Corded muscle over every inch of his body–a display of pure, unwavering strength. The manifestation of years of work he’s put into the sport he plays for a living now. Wakatoshi’s tan skin gleams with droplets of sweat, too, face flushed down to his chest.

It’s terribly, horribly teasing. It’s precisely what he looks like when he’s above you, rutting his powerful hips into yours relentlessly, face morphed into a mixture of concentration and bliss. It’s what he sounds like when he pounds away at you, brings you to tears from pure bliss.

You want him. You need him. Your mouth is too empty, you decide. So you stand, shuffling over to him with an edge of guilt.

“Can you stop?” you say, standing by his mat.

He pauses, thick eyebrows furrowing. Concern quickly fills his sharp features.

“What have I done, my love?”

“You’re hot. It’s distracting me,” you tell him, crossing your chest.

His shoulders sag when it hits him he hasn’t actually done anything wrong and he chuckles, a deep rumble in his broad chest. “I apologise. Can you forgive me?”

“I will if you let me suck your dick,” you say, already sinking to your knees between his robust thighs. There’s mischief dancing behind the batting of your eyelashes, enticing your sweet boyfriend.

Wakatoshi likes to think he’s focused– it’s what he’s been told all his life, by coaches and teachers alike. His concentration never wavers, his determination ever so stable. Around you, though? He becomes entirely unrelenting.

It’s why he doesn’t stop you as you paw at his jersey shorts, smoothing a hand up his thigh, along his crotch, up to the waistband. It’s why he nods when you peer up at him for permission to pull them down his legs, no matter how simple it would be for him to ask you politely to wait until he finishes the few reps he has left.

His boxers come down and his cock, half-hard, springs upwards in its entirety. Your fingertips barely touch when they wrap around the tanned flesh which jumps when you start stroking up and down gently.

Drool pools in your mouth, your lidded eyes dropping to the sight of your boyfriend’s perfect dick. With your bottom lip caught between your teeth, you pump up and down his veiny length until he’s rock hard and blushing and pearly rivulets of pre dribble from the slit of his tip.

That’s when you start to drag your tongue along him, from his base all the way to his head, watching attentively as his head falls back and he showcases his glistening Adam’s apple. He’s always so sensitive, falling apart at your slightest touch.

Your thumb teases his slit, smearing pre over his tip as it leaks while your tongue traces the veins that adorn his cock. And then, with a lustful hunger burning deep in your abdomen, your lips wrap around him and swallow.

You hardly give yourself a second to adjust as you take half of him without hesitation, tears welling and throat clenching as you adjust to the girthy intrusion. Wakatoshi hisses as his giant hand flies to your scalp, stopping you before you can push yourself any further.

“Easy, my love,” he says in a strained whisper.

It’s hard to take his advice when you peer up and catch the tensing of his hard muscles, the parting of his lips, and the affection that glimmers in his olive eyes. It urges you on, really.

You pull back with webs of spit connecting your lips to his cock, stomach fluttering as your boyfriend brings his hand to your cheek and strokes it with his thumb. A second later and you’re dipping your head back down to envelop your mouth around him, choosing to bob your head this time.

“Oh, f-” Wakatoshi cuts himself off with a groan, your throat so warm and tight around him that he shivers. He sighs when your free hand moves to grasp at one of his heavy balls, squeezing lightly but it’s just enough to make his cock throb in your mouth.

As you bob, you take him further and further until your nose is pressed to his pelvis and the dark wiry hairs of his happy trail tickle your skin. He squeezes his eyes shut from the jolts of pleasure that travel deep into his core, his brain turning to fog from the bliss of your slippery mouth. His flesh becomes seared, the blush on his cheeks seeping down to his chest.

Your throat clicks and splutters around him–he’s so big, not meant to be taken like this, and yet you do. With wet eyes and a numb mind, you keep him shoved down your mouth as your fingers take turns fondling one of his balls at a time.

Wakatoshi thinks he’s close to passing out. He can hardly remind himself to stave off his orgasm, too busy as he’s rapt by the burning pleasure of your tongue working his cock.

You pull away, heaving for air, but it’s only to mouth at his balls and suckle at them until they’re covered in your slobber. You trail your tongue along the underside of his cock next, watching him gulp– watching him slowly fall apart.

When you swirl your tongue and suck lightly at his tip, Wakatoshi moans. His abdomen tightens, his fingers scratching at your scalp as they tangle into your roots. He’s losing all semblance of composure. You can tell, from the way his thighs tense and ragged breaths fall from his lips.

“I’m- close,” he groans, low, through clenched teeth.

You’re bobbing your head again with determination, the lewd sounds every time you lower your mouth only bringing Wakatoshi to his edge more quickly. With your hand pumping up and down simultaneously, he doesn’t stand a chance.

His cock twitches in your mouth, and with a deep, rumbling groan that shakes his entire body, he releases. His warm load spills down your throat, his muscles bulging as pleasure wracks his huge body. A Roman god succumbing.

As you pull off of him to replenish your lungs, Wakatoshi’s mind is airy. To him, one thing becomes clear, however.

He lunges forward, scooping you up with ease despite having orgasmed just a moment ago.

“Wakatoshi!” you squeal as he tosses you upon the couch. He kisses you, messy, licking into your mouth like he’s trying to taste himself on your tongue. It makes your head spin.

“I’d like to make sure you’ll forgive me,” he says, still breathless and blushing. His hands wander up your t-shirt, fingertips brushing at your skin making you shiver. “Will you let me return the favour, please?”

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semifilms · 1 year

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mentioning each other fondly in interviews with ushijima or tendou please? if you write for tendou could the reader be the celebrity please and thanks <3

☆MENTIONING EACH OTHER IN INTERVIEWS | ushijima wakatoshi

a/n - i’ve never written for ushijima so bare with me🫣 also the reader is gonna be mentioned to be an actor just a heads up

cw - manga spoilers

prompt list - @novelbear

the interviewer had just finished asking ushijima how he felt about being a member of the national team for the olympics and he answered honestly. he was honored and it was a dream come true. it was that simple. the woman then began to pivot to more personal questions. “so fans really want to know how your love life is going? ever since the news dropped about you and actor, y/n. what can you tell us about your relationship? are the two of you dating?” the brown haired male furrows his brows together at the question.

“y/n?” he repeated your name with a softness in his tone.”they’re great, really.” he begins as he looks at the reporter, crossing his arms. “they’re really kind, talented, and i love everything they do.” he was starting to ramble, which was unusual for him. he usually liked to keep his answers brief and minimal. but if the topic was you? he could get really talkative. “they’re the he most talented person i know. i admire them a lot. no we’re not dating though, just…friends.” not too much though, they’re were still thinks he��d like to keep private so he cut the interview a bit short. did he even answer the question properly.

that part of the interview was clipped several times though and began trending in twitter. it didn’t take long before it got to you and you smiled at the video before sending your friend a text.

you: I’m glad to hear you love everything i do waka <3

wakatoshi: that interview wasn’t even 20 minutes ago. how did they get it posted so fast?

you giggled at the text briefly as you wrapped up your conversation as you were on a press tour for your new movie. meaning you had to get interviewed too.

when you got into the dark room with posters of your movie you introduced yourself to the interviewer and got mic’d up.

“it’s so nice to meet you, i’ve watched your interviews before.” you told the lady fondly, she told you how honored she was and that she was a huge fan to which you thanked her.

a few minutes passed before she began talking to the camera, summarizing the plot to your new movie and then introducing you. you did the same old “thanks for having me” speech and the interviewer began t ask questions.

“if it’s okay with you i’m going to start with a question not relating to the film because i feel like i might get dragged for not asking,” she began and you nodded for her to continue. “just a bit ago an interview of ushijima wakatoshi’s interviews was trending on twitter as he briefly talked about you, did you see that?” you smiled at the question which you were actually looking forward too.

“yeah i did see that, i actually texted him right after i saw it.” you replied, your smile never wavering. “so from your perspective, what can you tell us about your relationship?”

“it’s great, he’s great. i feel like we balance each other out so well and he’s really is the sweetest guy there is. i love him a lot, and the way he does everything. he’s constantly checking up on me when we’re away from each other and i really appreciate it.” you go on for another minute about your boyfriend. “he’s a really caring guy and i think everyone should have a wakatoshi in their life.” you finished your smile growing softer at the thought of your friend.

your eyes met with the interviewers and you saw how here eyes had softened and she her smile mirrored yours. “you two seem to be in love.” she noted as she moved quickly onto questions about the movie.

and for a moment you spaced out and thought about it.

we’re you in love?

nah, he was just your friend. right?

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#i almost forget these are “friends to lovers prompts #and so i write them not like that then go back and change it #but honestly…..#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #wakatoshi x reader #haikyuu wakatoshi #wakatoshi fluff #hq ushijima #ushijima fluff #ushijima drabble #ushijima fic #hq headcanons

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kings-highway · 2 days

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Ushijima and Oikawa disappear to have some kind of over dramatic confrontation, just out of earshot of the Shiratorizawa team:

Leon, to Tendou: Are you really not bothered by this? I always figured you'd be the jealous type, but you seem to take whatever this fixation is so well.

Tendou: Eh. Shirabu's got it covered.

Leon: Huh?

Shirabu, snapping a pen in half when Oikawa walks past them to get back to his bus:

Leon:

Shirabu, with ink dripping down his hands: He has a fucking setter what does he need with that one.

#the rivalry of lovers is nothing compared to the rivalry of setters in the land of Haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu ushiten #shirabu kenjirou #ushijima wakatoshi #ushiten

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summerinthecloudsx · 2 years

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Where the rain can’t reach or Ushijima, your best friend, runs out of patience with Terushima, your (ex)boyfriend

A/N: Minors DNI. The chokehold these men have on me I swear. Idk what this is I’m just trying to fill the void of Ushijima content :’)

Angst to comfort, cheating, brief mentions of past intimacy, friends to lovers, Terushima is a player, Ushijima is a giant (protective) teddy bear, timeskip ages, eventual smut

Part 1

You should have known. They warned you this would happen. Hell, you warned yourself. Terushima is too wild, too much of a free spirit to commit to one person. You knew that. You knew you shouldn’t have expected faithfulness from him or believed him when he said he would change for you, love you honestly. You knew better, sensed the betrayal looming and growing closer by the second, but god it hurts to have it thrown in your face so carelessly.

“I-I didn’t know you’d be stopping by.”

Terushima doesn’t even push the girl off of him. Your stomach forms knots as you glance at her legs straddling his hips, pushing her bare chest against his. They’re relaxed in his stylist chair, the neon lights from the streets outside casting a bright fuchsia glow through the small gaps in the closed blinds and the partially opened door. They look beautiful in the light, ethereal even. Untouchable.

“This is–.” Your boyfriend stops himself, pursing his lips because he knows there’s no way he can defend himself. He’s been caught, and he can't even manage to give some type of excuse.

The woman—you recognize her as a regular client of his—glances back at you, sleek black hair falling over her bored, hazel eyes while Terushima pulls her white shirt back up her torso. Like your boyfriend, she makes no attempt to feign innocence or ignorance. She simply tilts her head to the side as if to ask why you’re still here, and truthfully, you have no idea.

“I wanted…” Your words fade, voice muffled and shaky. Wanted to surprise you. You grip the brown bag of treats in your right hand, clenching your left hand into a tight fist. Don’t cry. Don’t let them see you cry. Your shoulders rise with your labored breathing, an attempt to calm yourself enough to speak or react in some way other than complete shock. The breath ends with a short, soft laugh. Nothing about the situation is funny, but you’re not sure what else to do. Why does it hurt so much?

“I brought your favorites.” You raise the bag so the light catches it, shaking the pastries within. “They um. They’re still warm so…” Your voice cracks, lip trembling as your emotions betray you. Tears fall freely down your cheeks despite your best attempts to hold them in, and you can only laugh as you toss the bag onto the floor.

Terushima calls out your name, finally. He gently slides the woman off his lap, though he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to reach you even as you back away from the scene. “Please wait. Don’t leave, I–.”

Please. It hurts to look at you.

“It’s okay,” you tell him with another false smile. You stumble a bit as you descend the steps, your back to the man in the doorway. You let your lips fall in a frown now that he’s unable to see you, unphased by the cold rain that’s begun to fall. It’s unusually cold for this time of year, the winter season starting early. They say it’s supposed to snow soon. You were going to build snowmen with Terushima and bake your favorite breads and sweets. You were looking forward to the many ways he found to keep you warm, keep you fantasizing about him whenever you weren’t together. Now, you felt nothing except the harsh, empty cold.

“I shouldn't have tried to tie you down, right? I’m sorry.” You're not the one who needs to apologize. You’ve done nothing wrong, never forced Terushima into the relationship. He approached you first, after all, and spent many months convincing you to give him a chance, to trust that he changed his ways since high school. It isn’t your fault, and yet, you can’t stop yourself. “I just want you to be happy, so no worries.”

“Wait!” The way he cries out your name, his own voice cracking just slightly, almost makes you want to turn around. For a moment, it makes you want to stop running blindly down the sidewalk and sprint back to him. But it won’t change anything. It won’t make the beautiful woman in his salon disappear, and it certainly can’t make you forget what you witnessed in the neon glow. So you keep running, faster until you can no longer hear his pleading voice or anything besides your choked sobs and water splashing beneath your feet. You run until your chest hurts, until you reach a quiet alley where a cat hisses at your sudden chaotic appearance. It rushes away from you, though your own legs have stopped their movement without your permission. An animalistic cry scratches your throat as you press your forehead against the brick wall of one of the surrounding buildings.

Make it stop.

Your stomach hurts, it aches so fiercely that you lean over and empty its contents onto the concrete next to the dumpster. The landscape dances around you as your vision grows fuzzy, but you force yourself to gather a bit of rainwater and wipe off your face, reminding yourself to breathe. Inhale for three seconds. Hold for five seconds. Exhale slowly for five seconds. Repeat. You do this several times until the panic begins to fade and you have enough awareness to make note of your surroundings.

You’ve ventured into an unknown area of the city, far from your apartment and Terushima’s salon. There aren’t as many lights in this section save for a few flickering street lamps. The alley you’ve hidden yourself in rests between two buildings, a typical run-down bar and an old abandoned building. You’ve never been to the bar or even heard of the obscure name. You’re not even sure how to get home from here. If not for the GPS on your phone, you’d be completely lost and panicking yet again.

Just as you begin the humiliating walk back to your apartment, your phone dings to signal you received a text. For a moment, you think it’s Terushima. Maybe he’s apologizing or ending your relationship officially. You’re not sure which would hurt more, but when you see it’s a message from Ushijima instead of your now ex-boyfriend, you decide the silence hurts the most.

Practice ended late today. Are you awake?

You don’t have the energy to respond to him. Despite his awkward, stoic persona, Ushijima’s become rather skilled at reading your emotions. Even through text, he would realize something is wrong, and you’re not sure you can talk about it just yet. Not to mention, it wouldn’t be fair to him. He had enough going on with his professional volleyball career. He doesn’t need to deal with your drama as well.

Sorry. I’m sure you’re asleep or with Terushima. I should have thought more first. I have a free day tomorrow if you’d like to do something, though.

Reading his text brings fresh tears to your eyes, fingers trembling over your screen. For a moment, they hover over the call button on his contact information, knowing he’d happily welcome you into his home. Well, as happy as he can seem. He’s never been one to be loud or energetic, but the calm surrounding him always makes you feel better.

“No, ugh stop!” You whisper, realizing that your trembling finger accidentally hit the call button. You mumble curses to yourself as you try to end the call before it registers on Ushijima’s phone, sighing when it finally disappears. You can’t do this to him. He’s seen you endure a few breakups through the years from a fling with a quiet boy in high school that ended in a mutual friendship and a long distance relationship with someone the summer after you graduated. He even sat back without judgment when you went through with a few hook ups before you settled down with Terushima. Your friend has never seen a breakup this severe, though.

Everything okay? You just called and ended it before I could answer.

Your stomach twists again, unsure of how to respond. You don’t want to tell him what happened over text, but you know you can’t speak clearly. And you definitely don’t want him to see you in person right now. Apparently, you’ve taken far too long to respond, because your phone lights up with a request to FaceTime him, which you quickly deny without thinking twice.

Not a good time. Text you later!

You type out the response and send it before he has the chance to call again, hoping it will be a good enough excuse to give you time to get home.

Ushijima is many things. He’s strong-willed, determined, and hopelessly devoted to the things he loves. Patience isn’t one of his charming qualities, however. So when you refuse to elaborate on why the night isn’t going so well, he tries to resist the urge to pry. Maybe it was a bad day at work, he tells himself. You’ve been working as a freelance artist while you update your web comic series on the side. Perhaps you had to deal with a demanding client, or maybe you’re stuck working on a panel and don’t know how to finish it. All of those are valid reasons for your strange behavior, but Ushijima can’t shake the feeling that something worse has happened. You’ve never intentionally ignored his calls or responded so coldly to him. Did he…upset you somehow?

He thinks for a second he might call Terushima. If something bad has happened, then he’s sure to know more about it. But he isn’t close with the hairstylist, so the call might seem a bit overbearing or even intrusive. So then, he’s back to square one.

His concern grows deeper as the minutes go by, hastily washing his hair and rinsing the pine scented soap off his body. He isn’t a skeptical person, and he isn’t one to act on emotional impulse, but something is wrong. He can feel it.

He quickly finds himself jumping into a pair of warm sweatpants and yanking a hoodie over his head, roughly drying the wet strands of hair with his towel before tossing the damp fabric in its designated basket. Making sure he has his keys and wallet, Ushijima locks up his apartment and sprints outside with an umbrella prepared.

You’re soaked by the time you make it home, clothes sticking to you as if the rain had magically glued them to your skin. At least the long walk home gave you plenty of time to compose yourself, although you hesitate to call your current state ‘composed’ or anything of the sorts. Despite the residual sniffling, your sadness has transformed to an overwhelming state of humiliation.

Thinking back, you wonder how you missed the signs. Between the late nights at the salon claiming his boss wanted him to organize the products and the distance he inserted, it should have been obvious. Terushima had always been a flirt, and changing that lifestyle for someone as ordinary as you was out of the question. You wanted to believe he was different, wanted so badly to be the only one for him, but now you understand how unfair it was to hold him to such a standard. Unfair to yourself and Terushima.

But what if you had done things differently? As you peel off your wet clothes, your mind briefly imagines everything you could have done to keep him interested. Maybe he needed more intimately, though you certainly never had a problem with your sex life. He satisfied your every want and need, but perhaps you didn’t do enough for him.

If I was a little more spontaneous…

If I didn’t get so absorbed in my work…

If I cooked or cleaned more often…

Thousands of what if scenarios raced through your mind until the sound of a rushed knock signaled you had a visitor. You knew it was Ushijima before his deep voice called out your name, roughly wiping your eyes to ensure no liquid remained. If you kept the lights dim, he wouldn’t notice the redness.

Just tell him you’re sick, you command yourself as you crack open the door to reveal his tall figure. Tell him to go home so he doesn’t catch anything before his next game.

But you can’t. Because the minute you see the furrowing of his brow and the wild state of his hair, you know you can’t turn him away.

You’re silent as you turn your back to him and walk towards the white plush sofa, thankful when he enters the apartment and closes the door without waiting for instructions. Though, he doesn’t join you on the sofa. His brown eyes watch with deepening concern as you pull your knees to your chest, fingers fumbling with the fabric of your pajamas.

“What happened?” He asks in his usual calm voice, though there’s a slight edge to it.

You smile sadly, a soft, airy chuckle filling the room. “You’re always so good at figuring me out.”

“You’re not that hard to read,” he responds. “And your eyes are bloodshot.”

You frown, pausing for a moment as you contemplate how to tell him what happened. You don’t want useless pity, and you don’t want to have another panic attack in front of Ushijima. Best friend or not, you don’t want to scare him. “Terushima and I are over.” Don’t ask…

“Why?”

Of course he wants to know, you scold yourself for thinking otherwise. You’re his best friend. But the pain is still so fresh in your mind that for a moment, you’re back in the salon. Neon lights, bare flesh, and hazel eyes flash repeatedly. You can still hear the way he screamed your name at the end, wondering why he pretended to care enough to do so when he barely moved away from the woman’s touch at first.

“I went to his salon, and he…” Your voice falls quiet again, palm sliding across your mouth to silence the sob you so desperately want to let out.

Ushijima steps closer until his legs brush against yours. His body is stiff as he lowers himself to the couch beside you. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” you quickly respond. “He um, he cheated on me.”

It feels embarrassing to admit it for some reason. You’re half expecting your friend to laugh or provide a stoic, I told you so. But Ushijima just clenches and unclenches his fists repeatedly, jawline sharp and tense.

You let out an awkward laugh, lightly nudging his arm. “But it’s fine. Sorry I scared you over something so silly.”

He doesn’t respond, not initially. He just stares, watching you patiently, silently until your resolve finally crumbles. Your lips part with a pathetic, strained cry as you force your face into your palms. You want to curl up, hide away from Ushijima’s intense gaze. Everything is too much.

It hurts again.

“It’s not silly,” he barely grunts. It sounds as if his jaw is clenched while he’s speaking, but he doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he snakes his arms around your waist and pulls you on top of his lap. A soft, forest green blanket is soon draped over your bodies as a large hand rubs circles against your back.

“Everyone was right. I–.”

He shushes your self depreciation before it begins, still brushing his warm hand over your back while his other arm pulls you impossibly close.

“This is his fault. Not yours.”

“It still hurts,” you sob against his shoulder. “It hurts so fucking much.”

“I know,” he whispers, tightening his hold on you.

It hurts, but his warmth caresses you in a way that begins to ease the ache. He isn’t running away or telling you to get over it. He isn’t yelling at you for ruining his sweatshirt. He’s right there, calm, quiet, and soothing.

And just as you’re content to remain in that peaceful warmth until you fall asleep, he’s content to hold you until then. Because despite how absolutely furious he is, his worry is slowly melting away. No matter how much he wants to spike a volleyball at Terushima’s face, Ushijima is determined to hold you until you tell him to leave.

Maybe after, he thinks with one of his rare smirks. Definitely after.

#haikyu x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #angst with a hopeful ending #eventual smut #cheating trope #friends to lovers

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blacckdiamondposts · 1 year

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masterlist | previous | chapter 11 | next

Chapter 11 - Birthday Bash

Almost a week has passed since the spring festival, and you were keen on planning a surprise party for a specific redhead. Since you were open to creative input, you called Hanami, updating her and discussing how to proceed with the birthday preparations.

"So," Hanami started, you could hear her grinning, "what's up with you that you're planning his birthday?"

"Why wouldn't I," you retorted, "I'm planning a friend's birthday party,"

"You can't tell me that there's still nothing going on between you," she said, "what about the plushie he got you,"

"He won it at the Spring Festival," you replied, "that doesn't mean anything,"

"(Y/N), don't be like this," she sighed, "you're spending so much time together,"

"As friends," you stated.

"Do you really just view him as a friend," she asked, "was there not even one moment where you felt something romantic might be going on between the two of you?"

"Hanami," you whined, "even if I felt something romantic, nothing is going on between us-"

"Seriously, "you huffed.

"(Y/N), I know you hate to talk about this," Hanami replied, "but don't let one bad experience be the reason why you don't enjoy your dating life,"

"I know, Hanami," you smiled against your phone, "talking about dating. What's going on with Semi?"

"We're texting all the time," she informed you, "I wanna see him in person again,"

"You are going crazy over him," you smirked, "why don't you come to Tendō's birthday party?"

"Oh," she exclaimed, "I could see Semi without having to tell him that I wanted to see him,"

You laughed at her, "or you could just tell him that you'd like to see him again,"

"I don't wanna rush it, though," she replied, "so, about Tendō's birthday,"

"All I know is that he's celebrating with his family, and he'll probably be gone until Sunday,"

"So, you kinda need to figure out when he'll be back," Hanami pondered.

"Yeah," you sighed.

"You could ask Ushijima," Hanami suggested, "maybe he could help you out,"

"You're right," you replied.

You continued talking with Hanami until you were sure volleyball practice was over. You decided that you'd go and ask Ushijima for help. With that, you were headed to the male dormitories.

‚If I remember it right, this should be his dorm,' you hope you were right as you knocked on the door.

You sighed in relief as your eyes locked with Ushijima's once the door flung open.

"Oh, (Y/N)," he seemed a bit surprised, "Hi,"

"Hi Ushijima," you greeted him, "am I bothering you?"

"No, not at all," he replied, "I just came back from practice,"

"How was it?"

"Good," you had to hold back a chuckle at his stoic reply.

"Do you have a minute or two for me?"

"Sure," he replied, "come in,"

You entered his dorm, noting how organized it was before turning towards him.

"Please sit down wherever you'd like," he said.

You looked around his room, deciding that the chair by his desk was the safest option. You watched him as he sat on his bed before his gaze met yours.

"I wanted to ask for some help with Tendō's birthday," you smiled at him once you noted how his expression softened.

"What are you planning?"

"I was thinking about throwing a surprise party in that sushi restaurant," you started, "but I need to know when he'll be back,"

"I see," Ushijima muttered, "we also need a reason to get him to that restaurant if it should stay a surprise,"

"Yeah, you're right," you sighed.

"Do you have his parent's phone number," you asked.

"No, but I could ask our coach," he proposed, earning a big smile from you.

"That would be amazing," you exclaimed, "I'd do the rest!"

"I'll ask him tomorrow after practice," he assured you.

"Thank you so much," you smiled at him.

"Of course, (Y/N)," he said, "is there anything else I can do?"

"There's nothing I could think of," you stated, "but I'm sure I can use a hand once I know more,"

"Alright, just let me know, and thank you for planning this for him,"

"Of course," you replied.

Ushijima walked you to his door, where you both got startled as it flung open.

"Wakatoshi, I need your biology notes," Tendō exclaimed, almost hitting you with the door.

"(Y/N)-chan," the redhead had a surprised look on his face, "what are you doing here?"

You exchanged a look with Ushijima before you turned back to Tendō, "I needed his help with something,"

"Oh, I see," he muttered, contrasting his usual self.

‚So, she did just use me to get to him,' he thought, ‚ it's not like this would be a first,'

"I'll get going," you smiled at both of them, "I'll see you tomorrow in class, Tendō,"

"Thanks again, Ushijima," you waved at them as you exited his room.

Tendō was glued to the ground as he watched your retreating form, noting how a gut-clenching feeling was creeping up inside him.

"Tendō," Ushijima tried to get his attention, "what do you need?"

The redhead looked back at his friend, "uh, you said you already had your biology exam,"

"Yeah," Ushijima replied, "do you want my study notes?"

Tendō nodded, "if you don't mind,"

Ushijima got to his desk, being watched by Tendō as he looked for his notes. Once he found them, he turned towards the redhead, "here you go,"

"Thank you," Tendō replied, taking the notes, "say Wakatoshi,"

Ushijima furrowed his brows as he looked back at his friend, wondering why he was acting out of it.

"Do you like (Y/N)-chan?"

"Of course," Ushijima replied, not getting what Tendō actually wanted to know, "she's my friend,"

"Do you like her even more than a friend?"

Now, Ushijima got the hint, "no,"

The redhead wanted to hear that, but he was still doubting all of this. What if you were the one who fancied Ushijima. Maybe you just confessed your feelings, and Ushijima keeps it a secret.

Would he seriously have the audacity to keep something like that from his best friend, Tendō wondered.

"What was she doing here," Tendō asked swiftly, "I didn't know you were hanging out,"

"She needed help with something," Ushijima replied.

"I see," he said in a displeased tone.

"I'll give them back to you after studying," Tendō said, pointing at the study notes before he left Ushijima's dorm.

The redhead felt bummed out as he walked back to his dorm, wondering why you'd been at Ushijima's. There was only one plausible reason for your visit: getting to know Ushijima better.

He let out a sigh, "I knew that this was coming,"

The following day, you were walking into your classroom alongside Akane.

"Morning Tendō," you smiled at him.

"Hi (Y/N)-chan," he chirped but seemed off.

"Is everything alright," you asked as you plopped onto your seat.

"Sure," he replied.

"That doesn't sound too convincing," you joked.

"I'm just tired," he said, "didn't get much sleep,"

"Oh, I see," you replied, giving him a weak smile as you turned towards your desk.

Around midday, you were walking to the cafeteria with the other girls.

"What's up with you and Tendō?"

You turned towards Yuki, "what do you mean?"

"You haven't talked a lot today," she said, "usually you two always find a topic to chat about,"

Your lips tugged into a soft smile, "he's just tired, "

"How's the planning for his birthday going?"

"I went to see Ushijima yesterday," you started, "I asked him for help, and he's in on it,"

"That's great," Akane exclaimed.

"Tendō caught us, though," you groaned, "I hope he didn't get it,"

"Did he see or hear anything?"

"No, but like I was in Ushijima's dorm," you laughed, "what else would I do there so close to his birthday?"

"I'm sure he didn't catch on," Mayu smiled as you sat at the table.

"I hope so," you muttered.

During class, you turned towards Tendō, watching him as he rested his head in his palm, reading the papers in front of him. At some point, he felt like he was being watched. He found you staring at him when he turned towards you.

Your lips tugged into a smile, "I'm going to the convenience store after school. You wanna join me?"

"We have practice today," he replied.

‚Maybe I was wrong,' he thought, ‚why would she still want to hang out with me if she'd only be after Wakatoshi,"

"We could go after practice, though," he suggested, seeming more like himself.

"Sounds good to me," you replied.

‚Maybe I just imagined that he was acting different,' you thought.

Once class was finished, you were headed to your dorm, getting some homework done before you left for the sports hall. The practice was ongoing, so you waited there, hoping they'd finish soon.

"(Y/N)," you heard a somewhat familiar voice, although you couldn't pinpoint who it belonged.

You turned around, locking eyes with that guy from the spring festival, "oh, Suzuki, right?"

"You remembered me," he smiled, "what an honor,"

You chuckled at him as he walked up to you.

"How are you?"

"I'm good, what about you," you cocked your head.

"I'm fine, just getting to practice,"

"Right, you're in the soccer club," you remembered.

"You got it," he smiled at you, "I was a bit surprised at how quickly you left after your shift,"

"Yeah, we were in a hurry because of the firework,"

"Ah, I see," he rubbed the back of his neck, "what are you doing here,"

"Just waiting for them to finish their practice," you pointed towards the sports hall.

"You're friends with that Tendō guy, right?"

"Yeah," you replied, "well, actually, I'm friends with most of them by now,"

"(Y/N)-chan," you heard a familiar voice, "you're already waiting!"

You turned towards the redhead, "well yeah, you were supposed to finish some time ago,"

While Akio walked toward you, Suzuki watched the volleyball team exit the sports hall.

"Oh, hey (Y/N)," Akio greeted you.

"Hi Akio," you smiled at him.

"You ready for practice," Akio asked as he looked at Suzuki.

"Yeah," he turned toward you, "Guess I'll see you around, (Y/N)!"

"Have fun at practice!"

Tendō left the locker room alongside Ushijima, walking up to you as they were chatting about practice.

"Hey guys," you greeted them, "how was practice?"

"It was good," Ushijima replied.

"Exhausting," Tendō whined.

"Say, (Y/N)," Ushijima started, "are you friends with Suzuki?"

"Not really," you replied, "I met him during our shift at the spring festival,"

"I see," he replied.

‚Why would he care if she's friends with that Suzuki soccer guy,' Tendō wondered.

"Oh, Ushijima," you started, "were you able to, you know, get stuff done?"

He looked at you with a confused look, but soon enough, he got the hint, "yeah,"

"Great," you smiled at him before turning to Tendō, "are you ready to leave?"

"Sure," he smiled at you, having a suspicious look that you failed to notice.

You walked towards the main entrance with Ushijima before you parted ways when you felt surrounded by a weird atmosphere.

"Tendō," you started, "is really everything alright?"

"Yeah," he said, "why are you asking?"

"You seem kinda off today," you tried to explain.

‚Get a grip, you idiot,' he scolded himself, not wanting to risk anything.

"I'm sorry if I gave you that feeling," he said, "but I'm fine, really,"

You decided to let it go after he gave you a reassuring smile. You came to the conclusion that you just imagined things.

"Say, (Y/N)-chan," his expression got more serious, "what were you doing at Wakatoshi's dorm?"

"I can't tell you," you told him, "it's a secret,"

"Huh," he felt bummed out, feeling a wave of frustration wash over him, "I see,"

You noted the shift in his mood, wondering if that was why he was acting off.

"I just had to tell him something," you started to make something up, "I was just playing the messenger,"

"Oh," his expression lit up, and he looked at you with big eyes, "I wanna know!"

"No, I promised that person," you said.

"But you'll find out very soon," you winked at him.

"I better," he remarked with a smirk on his face.

You chuckled at him, "just give it a couple of days,"

You decided to tell him right after his birthday, but for now, you kept this little lie going on if it meant you'd have an excuse. Although, you didn't enjoy lying to the redhead.

You went to the convenience store, where you got some supplies you needed and some snacks - after all, if you're there, you might as well. You decided to ditch the park since the weather wasn't looking too promising.

"Is there a match soon?"

"Yeah," he chirped, "that's why we have practice almost daily,"

"When will it be?"

"In two weeks," he said, "on the 23rd,"

"I see," you replied.

"Will you watch us, (Y/N)-chan?"

"Of course!"

The redhead felt happy, knowing that you'd be there to cheer him on - or more like his team.

Once you made it back to the school grounds, you decided to head straight to your dorm since you had school the next day. Well, at least the weekend was near.

You noticed you got a text from Ushijima while you were out with Tendō. He sent you the phone number of Tendō's mother, asking if he should be the one contacting her or if you want to do that.

You decided to call his mother right away, letting Ushijima know that you'd take over.

"Hello," you heard a woman's voice.

"Hello, this is (Y/N) (L/N)," you introduced yourself, "I'm one of Tendō's-"

"Oh, you're Satori's friend," she finished the sentence.

"Yeah," you smiled against your phone, "I was wondering if you have a moment for me,"

"Of course, dear," she replied, "what can I do for you?"

"We would like to throw a surprise party for Tendō," you started, "but we kind of need to know when he'll be back,"

"Oh, how nice of you," she said, "well, I'll pick him up right after school on Friday,"

"Some relatives will be visiting on Saturday afternoon," she continued.

"I could get him back on Saturday night," she proposed.

"That would be great," you replied, "we wouldn't be in such a rush on Saturday compared to Sunday,"

"Right," she said, "do you already know where you want to celebrate?"

"I was thinking about Yamada's Sushi Corner," you explained.

"Oh, he likes that place," she exclaimed, "I could drop him off if you'd like me to,"

"He wouldn't question why we'd go there," she continued, "just let me know!"

"Thank you so much," you chirped, "I'd greatly appreciate it!"

"Just give me a call or text me, and I'll be happy to help,"

"Thanks a lot," you exclaimed, "I'll get back to you as soon as I have a fixed plan!"

With that, you ended your call, knowing where Tendō got his personality.

"Alright, I'll call the restaurant," you stated.

You called the restaurant and made a reservation for your group. You were lucky enough to get the back part of the restaurant, which was perfect for a party.

"Everything's going great this far," you exclaimed happily as you hopped onto your bed.

You decided to give Hanami an update, calling her as you rolled around your bed.

"(Y/N), you miss me, huh," she joked.

"I do, but that's not why I'm calling," you smirked.

"The party will be on Saturday," you started, "We'll meet at 7:15 at Yamada's Sushi Corner,"

"You were quick with planning," she said, "but count me in!"

"Yeah, Ushijima got me the phone number from Tendō's mother," you explained, "I just called her, and she'll help us,"

"Oh, that's actually really nice,"

"Yeah, right," you replied.

You didn't realize how long you talked with her until you hung up, cursing once you checked the time.

"Shit, I should get ready for bed," you mumbled.

The next day, you woke up feeling motivated since everything was going smoothly concerning Tendō's birthday. You picked up Yuki, Akane, and Mayu on your way to class, informing them about the plan.

"So, his mom is actually going to cover up?"

"Yeah," you replied with a smile, "I texted her this morning,"

"I didn't think he had such a nice mom," Akane said.

"Well, you didn't think that greatly of him anyways," Yuku said in an amused tone.

You and Mayu fell into a fit of giggles as Akane was searching for an excuse.

"We'll meet at 7:15 at the restaurant," you started, "his mom will drop him off at around 7:30,"

"Sounds good," Yuki replied.

"I'll go there a bit earlier since I have to pick up the cake and get some decoration stuff,"

"I'll help you," Yuki said.

"Yeah, me too," Akane smiled.

"You can count me in as well," Mayu exclaimed.

"Thanks, guys! "

The morning went by quickly, and you were on your way to the cafeteria. You noted that Tendō was spending his lunch with the rest of the volleyball team. Deciding you'd sit with them, you walked up to their table.

"Hey," you greeted them, "can we sit with you guys today?"

"Sure thing, (Y/N)-chan," Tendō replied, making space beside him.

You were talking with everyone during lunch, chit-chatting about random topics.

"I have a headache," you muttered, instantly getting the attention of the redhead next to you - as expected.

"Are you alright," Tendō asked worriedly.

"I just need to drink more water," you replied.

"I'll get you a bottle," he exclaimed before he rushed off.

"I have painkillers if you want one,"

"I'm actually fine," you replied, earning the other's attention, "I just wanted him gone,"

"So, about his birthday," you started, trying to keep it short, "we'll meet on Saturday, 7:15 at Yamada's Sushi Corner,"

"What about Tendō," Semi asked, "how will we get him there?"

"Were you able to call his mother," Ushijima asked.

"Yeah, she'll take care of that," you replied, "so we don't need to worry about that!"

"Great," Reon exclaimed, "thanks for planning, (Y/N),"

"(Y/N)-chan," Tendō chirped as he came back, "drink up!"

"Thanks so much," you smiled at the redhead, sipping on the water.

Your little act did have its downside because you were basically monitored by Tendō for the whole afternoon. But he just wanted to ensure you're well and fight that stupid headache of yours.

"I know your head hurts, but do you still want to get the Jump later? "

"Of course," you replied before he hurried off to practice.

"It's so sweet how he's looking after you," Yuki laughed.

"Ew, did she just call that weirdo sweet," Mina commented as they walked out of the classroom, making sure it was audible.

"Yeah, right," Rina giggled.

"I'm always surprised to see just how disgusting some people are," you said, shaking your head in disbelief.

You spent some time with Yuki, Mayu, and Akane before heading out and meeting the redhead. Once you reached the main entrance, you noted that Tendō was already there, waiting for you.

"Sorry, didn't mean to let you wait," you exclaimed.

"Don't worry about it," he smiled at you, "how's your headache?"

"It's gone," you returned the smile.

"I'm glad,"

The two of you went to the convenience store, chit-chatting as usual.

"The weather's pretty bad today," Tendō started, "do you want to hang out at my dorm?"

"Sure," you replied. It's been a while since you've been at his dorm.

It didn't take too long for the two of you to return to his dorm. You looked around with a surprised expression, "it's cleaner than I remember it,"

"Come on," he laughed, "it was only once messy,"

You sat on the bean bag while he plopped onto his bed.

You were flicking through the Jump, listening to Tendō's commentary, which you've already gotten quite used to. You were hanging out for a while and enjoyed each other's company.

As it was getting late, you decided to call it a night and returned to your dorm. You were texting with Hanami and some other friends from your old school before you eventually dozed off.

The following week was going by fast, and having to organize some stuff made it pass by in a breeze.

"(Y/N)-chan," Tendō exclaimed, "I'm going straight home after practice,"

"Oh yeah, right," you replied, "Enjoy your weekend and your birthday!"

You watched as he packed his school bag, "Thanks, happy weekend, (Y/N)-chan!"

"He has no clue," Akane giggled.

"Yeah, right," Mayu replied.

"Hanami will be here at eight," you announced, "do you wanna come over to watch a movie?"

The others agreed to a movie night, so you got some snacks at the cafeteria before going to your dorm. You were just hanging around until Hanami arrived.

"It's been a while," you greeted her as she embraced you.

"Yeah, right," she replied.

"The other girls are coming over for a movie night," you told her.

"Sounds great," Hanami exclaimed.

"I thought you'd run off to Semi," you joked.

"No," she remarked, "but I might or might not have a little lunch date tomorrow,"

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I told him that I'm coming to Tendō's birthday party, and he like wanted to see me right away-"

"But, me being the great friend that I am," she started with an amused look, "I told him that I want to spend some time with you before I'd go out with him,"

"I hope you don't replace me that quickly with someone you met once," you laughed.

"I would never," she giggled, "not until the third date,"

You chuckled at her before you got startled by a knock on your door. Yuki, Mayu, and Akane came over, catching up with one another and chit-chatting before you finally watched a movie.

However, somehow all of you ended up falling asleep.

You shot up, sitting up straight in your bed as you woke up by a ruckus.

"Ugh, it happened again," you groaned sleepily.

Mayu slowly opened her eyes, blinking a couple of times as she needed to adjust to the brightness, "why do we constantly fall asleep whenever we watch a movie,"

You turned towards her, squinting your eyes, "I would love to know why,"

You woke up the others in a cheerful mood as you realized that today was the day. Once you found your phone, you texted a specific redhead, wishing him a great birthday.

"Alright, (Y/N)," Yuki started, sounding sleepy, "what's the plan,"

"We can relax until the afternoon," you said, "the cake has to be picked up by six,"

"So, we don't really have to rush," Akane yawned.

"Not really," you replied, "once we've got the cake, we can head to the restaurant and start decorating,"

"Sounds like a good plan," Yuki replied.

"Great, so I don't have to feel bad about my lunch date with Semi," Hanami giggled.

After having breakfast together, you split up. You went for a walk with Hanami before she had to meet up with Semi. After that, you hung out in your dorm and cleaned up before you started to get ready.

You took a refreshing shower and took your sweet time to finish your makeup before choosing an outfit. Hanami returned from her lunch date and told you about it.

"He was being really sweet," Hanami said dreamily, "he said he's coming to visit me next time,"

"Sounds like you had a great time," you laughed as she went on and on about it.

Once it was time, you left with Hanami and picked the other girls up.

"We have to go to that little bakery near the cinema," you informed them.

"You also mentioned that you need some decoration," Yuki said, "should we split up?"

"That would be great," you replied.

"What should we get?"

"Some balloons, streamers, and maybe confetti?"

"Alright," Yuki exclaimed, "who's coming with me?"

"Me," Akane said.

You parted ways with Akane and Yuki and headed to the bakery with Hanami and Mayu. You picked up the cake before you walked towards the restaurant.

"Yuki just texted me," Mayu announced, "they are already at the restaurant,"

"Great," you replied, "we're on time!"

"I might leave the summer party to you," Hanami laughed, "you're better at planning,"

"What summer party," Mayu asked.

"Oh," Hanami exclaimed, "we have a summer residence where we throw a huge party every year,"

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah," you chirped, "I'll let you know once we have planned everything,"

"Oh, count me in for sure," Mayu replied.

"Alright, this is it," you said since Hanami hadn't been to that restaurant before.

Upon entering, you were greeted by the owners, who led you to the back of the restaurant.

"Should we keep the cake refrigerated?"

"Yes, please," you replied, "thanks a lot!"

You started to decorate with the help of the other girls, which made the whole process a lot quicker. Once you were done, you waited for the others to arrive.

Ushijima and Reon were the first ones, greeting them once they walked in.

"It looks great," Reon exclaimed.

"Thanks," you replied, "I had some help,"

"Tendō's mom texted me," you announced, "they'll be here on time,"

Kawanishi, Shirabu, Semi, Goshiki, and Yamagata arrived together, greeting you before they started to talk with the others.

You watched as two other guys walked up toward you, "Hey Ushijima,"

„Hi guys,“ Ushijima greeted them, „(Y/N), this is Nakamura and Ito,“

"Hi, nice to meet you," you smiled at them, remembering that Ushijima told you about two of his classmates who are friends with Tendō.

You watched as everyone was engaged in a conversation before you interrupted them, "Tendō will be here any minute now,"

Ushijima walked over to you, "are you picking him up outside?"

"Yeah," you replied, "I'll be waiting outside for them to arrive,"

"Alright," he said as he watched you exit the restaurant where you were waiting for the redhead to arrive.

Soon enough, you saw a car drive up, waving excitedly at Tendō once you locked eyes with him. The latter looked pretty confused as he turned to his mother, "what's all this?"

"It's a surprise, honey," she smiled at him, "you better get going!"

"O-okay," he replied as he slowly exited the car, still not understanding what was happening.

His mother rolled down her window, "thank you for planning something for him, my dear,"

"Of course," you smiled at her, "thanks so much for playing along!"

Tendō walked up to you, wondering if he was dreaming because he wouldn't know why else the two of you would be conversing so casually. His mother wished you a lot of fun before she drove off, leaving you with a speechless redhead.

"Happy Birthday, Tendō!"

You wrapped your arms around him, embracing him in a tight hug as you wished him the best.

"Thank you, (Y/N)-chan," he wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, enjoying the warmth you were radiating.

"Say," he looked at you as you parted, "what's going on,"

You chuckled at him, "you'll see,"

"I'm so confused," he chuckled awkwardly.

"Come on," you laughed at him, grabbing his hand before you dragged him into the restaurant.

He shifted his gaze to where the two of you were connected, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Everyone shouted surprise once you walked in with the redhead. You turned around as you wanted to watch his reaction.

"You guys are throwing a surprise party for me?"

He couldn't quite explain the emotions that he was feeling inside. But he for sure was happy.

"Of course, birthday boy," you giggled, elbowing him.

"Thanks, you guys," Tendō chirped before one after the other congratulated him.

Once it calmed, everyone settled, and your group started to order dinner. It was a joyful evening, having fun with your friends and enjoying each other's company.

You were sitting between Mayu and Yuki, giggling with them as you talked about Akane and Hanami. Because both of them just seemed like they couldn't separate from their crushes.

"By the way, are Akane and Reon officially dating?"

"I don't think so," Yuki replied, "guess we'll have to ask her,"

"What about you and Akio," Mayu asked.

"It's getting serious," she replied with a content smile, "but I don't wanna rush anything,"

"Which is understandable," you smirked.

"By the way, (Y/N), Akio told me that you met Suzuki," Yuki remembered suddenly.

"Huh," you turned towards her, "yeah, we worked the same shift at the spring festival,"

"I know," she giggled, "he's been talking about you for quite a while now,"

"Really?"

"Yeah," Yuki nodded vigorously.

"You can feel honored, (Y/N)," Mayu commented, "all the girls are crushing on him,"

"Seriously," you looked at her.

"Yeah," Yuki nodded, "he's pretty popular,"

"And a total hottie," Mayu added.

"I see," you muttered.

You actually wanted to talk to the birthday boy. But whenever you looked over at him, he was busy talking with others. Your lips tugged into a soft smile as you watched him enthusiastically ramble about something.

It seemed as if he felt that he was being watched. He caught you staring at him as he turned in your direction. His lips tugged into a smile when you locked eyes with him.

Once the cake got brought out, everyone started singing happy birthday to the redhead, who seemingly enjoyed the attention.

"Make a wish," you cheered as you watched him blow out the candles.

"You guys even got me a cake," Tendō asked as he turned towards Ushijima.

"Yeah," he replied, "but (Y/N) 's the one behind all of this,"

"(Y/N)-chan," Tendō said, sounding surprised, "really?"

"It was her idea," Ushijima started, "that's why she came to see me last week,"

"That was the reason," Tendō exclaimed, feeling like an absolute idiot. He felt terrible about doubting your intentions regarding your friendship. Especially now that he found out you were behind his birthday party.

Everyone was munching on their cake, and you were chit-chatting with the other girls when Goshiki approached you.

"We're going to the arcade later on. Will you join us," he asked nervously.

Kawanishi and Shirabu were watching him, cackling at how nervous he was about talking to three girls at once. Obviously, they were the ones to send him your way.

"Sure," you replied, smiling at him.

"I'm in as well," Yuki said, and Mayu was the last to exclaim a short , "yes,"

Your group was slowly getting ready to leave, saying goodbye to a couple of his teammates and Ushijima's two classmates. As you exited the restaurant, your group took its usual formation, and you soon found yourself walking next to Tendō.

"How are you enjoying your birthday this far," you asked him, cocking your head to the side.

"It's great," he exclaimed happily.

Once you reached the city center, where the arcade is, you noticed two people missing.

"Where did they go," you muttered, looking around.

"What was that?"

You turned towards the redhead, "Hanami and Semi, did they walk off?"

Now it was his turn to scan through the group, which was easier since he was much taller. He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows as he looked around.

"I think so," he stated, "at least I don't see them,"

"Huh," you muttered, shaking your head as a smirk crept onto your face.

"Come on, (Y/N)-chan," Tendō grabbed you by the wrist before he dragged you to some of his favorite games.

You were enjoying yourself as you were spending time with Tendō. Soon enough, Hanami and Semi showed up. However, a suspicious aura surrounded them.

"(Y/N)," Hanami hurried towards you, "we've got some booze,"

"What," you turned towards her, "where did you get that?"

"Sshh," she shushed you, "might as well have some fun,"

"Where did you get it, though," You asked, earning a questioning look from Tendō.

"We asked some guys outside of the store," she explained.

You turned toward Semi, "why did you let her get booze?"

"To celebrate," Semi retorted, "might as well have a drink, or not?"

You sighed as you felt like you were dealing with two Hanamis, who you now have to babysit.

Tendō peeked over your shoulder, "why are you being so sneaky about water?"

"It's not water," you stated.

"It's booze," Hanami giggled.

"Oh, "Tendō exclaimed, inspecting the bottles closer.

"Take a sip," Semi said, "it's your birthday, after all!"

"You too, (Y/N)," Hanami commanded, letting you wonder just how much they already had.

"I'm good," you replied.

"Come on, you never say no," Hanami whined.

You turned to look at Tendō, "what do you think?"

"We might as well," he smirked.

You both took a bottle and took a sip, "shit that's straight liquor,"

Hanami just nodded enthusiastically, "there are more than enough drinks here to use as a chaser,"

That's how the night continued, playing games, sipping some booze, and having fun with your friends. The other girls didn't shy away and joined your little act of getting drunk. Reon was drinking alongside Akane, but they stopped rather quickly. On the other hand, Ushijima was not in on that kind of fun.

As it was getting late, Ushijima left with Goshiki, Kawanishi, and Shirabu in tow. You waved goodbye at them as they were exiting the building. It took little time, and Akane walked back with Reon, leaving a much smaller and tipsier group behind.

"Let's head back as well," Semi suggested, "they'll close soon anyways,"

Your group decided to walk back to Shiratorizawa to sober up a bit. However, Semi wanted to get rid of the booze, and that's how he came to the oh-so-great idea of a booze stand-off with Tendō.

You watched them gulp the rest of the beverages down, wondering why you had to put up with that kind of shit. But oh well, it was fun.

Sadly, the walk back to school didn't have the effect you hoped for as you watched Tendō sway from side to side.

"Geez," you exclaimed, grabbing his arm and putting it around your shoulder to support him, "didn't know you're such a lightweight when it comes to drinking,"

"I'm not even drunk," he remarked, "barely tipsy,"

"You do realize it doesn't sound convincing when you're babbling like that?"

The redhead just laughed in response.

Once you reached the school grounds, Hanami told you she'd watch a movie in Semi's dorm. You parted ways with the others, wishing them a good night before you brought Tendō to his dorm.

Although he was still tipsy, he wasn't in that drunken state he was in before, which means he was totally able to walk by himself. But who is he to reject your help because he surely wouldn't willingly let go of you.

"This is your stop," you joked as you entered his dorm.

"Thanks, (Y/N)-chan," he chirped, although he was displeased that you let go of him.

You watched him as he got two water bottles out of his mini fridge, handing one to you before he plopped down onto his bed. He patted the space next to him, not wanting to part ways just yet. You turned towards the beanbag where you usually sit on, but it was buried beneath a mountain of clothes.

You sat down beside him, sipping on the water before turning towards Tendō.

"I hope you enjoyed today," you smiled at him.

"I did," he exclaimed, "Ushijima said you were the one behind all of this,"

"Everyone was helping," you replied, not wanting to take the credit for it.

The redhead smiled at you before he seemingly had another thought, "By the way, why do you and my mom know each other?"

"Huh," you looked at him with a surprised look, "we talked a couple of times, actually,"

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, I called her, and she offered her help after I told her what I was planning," you smiled.

The redhead chuckled, "you really went all out to plan this, didn't you,"

"It was nothing," you smiled, "really,"

"Still," he extended his arm and put it around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him until your shoulders were flush against each other, "thank you, (Y/N)-chan,"

"Of course, Tendō," you said as you rested your head against his shoulders.

You wondered if it was the booze or if you had really become that close because you didn't mind how close the two of you were. You were enjoying the warmth that was radiating off of him, feeling how it surrounded you.

"I know," he started, "I told you this recently, but-"

You lifted your head slightly, just enough so you could face him. But the redhead kept staring forward, not budging to face you.

"I'm really glad that we became friends," his voice was softer than usual.

Your lips tugged into a content smile, "me too,"

Finally, he turned his face, but you were closer than you thought.

His face was close enough to feel his hot breath on your skin, but neither of you budged. Both of you were glad that the lights were off because else the other would've easily seen the blush you both had.

Your phone went off, which got both of you back to reality as you parted from him by sitting up straight. Upon checking your phone, you noted that it was a message from Hanami.

You smiled at your screen, having the redhead watch you as he wondered who texted you.

As if you could've read his mind, you spoke up, "Hanami asks if we want to watch a movie with them,"

"Do you want to," he asked.

"I'm actually pretty tired," you replied, "all I wanna do right now is go to bed,"

Tendō's lips tugged into a smile, "alright, then let me walk you back to your dorm,"

"You don't have to," you said, "besides, who was the one who had to be walked back to his dorm?"

"Come on," he started, "I was walking normally,"

You raised a brow at him before you both had to laugh.

"I'll walk you to your dorm," he insisted.

You let out a sigh as you watched him get off his bed, noting that he did walk normally again.

"You're walking wobbly," you teased him.

"I'm not, "he said before throwing a weird one-legged pose.

You looked at him with a questioning look, wondering what he wanted to prove with that. You couldn't contain yourself and fell into a fit of giggles, soon followed by the redhead.

Once you both calmed down, you locked eyes with him, "Tendō, that was the worst try of convincing someone that you're sober,"

The latter was still chuckling, "don't you mean the best way, (Y/N)-chan?"

You shook your head as you got up, walking towards him before you left his dorm. It was quiet when you were walking back to yours, being surrounded by a calm atmosphere.

"Thanks again for tonight," he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Of course," you replied, giving him a reassuring smile as you opened the door.

When you wanted to say your goodbyes, you remembered the gift you wanted to give him, "oh wait, I forgot something!"

He watched you rush into your dorm before he followed you, wondering where this burst of energy came from. You grabbed something from your desk before you closed the distance between you.

"It's not a lot, but I didn't know what to get you," you confessed as you handed him an envelope.

He stared at it, "oh my, (Y/N)-chan, is this a love letter?"

You had to laugh at him, "not quite,"

He opened it, took out the card, and took a closer look as he tried to read it since it was pretty dark in your dorm.

"I remembered you mentioned that movie that you wanna watch," you started, "so I thought I could get you cinema tickets,"

"You really don't have to give me a gift," he said, coming closer to you before he embraced you, "but thank you so much, (Y/N)-chan!"

"It's not much," you replied, "of course, Tendō,"

He relished the feeling of having you in his arms before the two of you parted.

"Good night, and sleep well," he said softly before he left.

"Thanks, you too," you watched him as he walked down the hallway before closing the door.

You walked over to your bed, where you plopped down, thinking about the night. Unknowingly, your lips tugged into a smile when you were thinking about the redhead.

You remembered the way he looked like in his dorm. His eyes had a soft hint, and his lips were turned ever so slightly upwards as his gaze was fixed on your face. For a short moment, you wondered if he wanted to kiss you, but why would he.

You cleared your throat, getting rid of those thoughts.

"What's wrong with me," you huffed, "we're friends,"

It didn't take long before you dozed off to sleep.

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solreix · 10 months

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ushijima wakatoshi was never hesitant with what he feels. not once. not because he's always right, rather, he just knows that there's no reason to say nothing when in fact, you feel otherwise.

realistic si wakatoshi kumbaga. hindi naman siya magsasalita kung alam niyang hindi totoo. hindi siya magsu-sugarcoat para mas maintindihan siya.

malayo pa lang si sakusa, nakapako na ang paningin ni wakatoshi sa kaniya. tila slow motion ang paligid nito—slow motion ba, o sadyang mabagal lang maglakad si sakusa?

"are you okay?" bungad niya nang sa wakas ay makalapit na ito.

tumango si sakusa nang hindi tumitingin sa kaniya. hindi na rin naman nagsalita si wakatoshi dahil hindi niya ugaling mamilit kung ayaw magsabi ng isang tao. isa pa, sa tagal na nilang magkaibigang dalawa, kilalang-kilala niya na ito.

the more you force him to say something, the more he would stay silent.

kaya naman ngayon, nanatili siyang inoobsorbahan ang kaibigan. mabagal nga talaga ang lakad nito.

"what happened to your foot?" he finally asked when he realized what's wrong.

"nothing. natalisod lang sa pinto ng banyo kanina," sakusa answered. his eyes glanced at wakatoshi for a moment before fixing his mask out of habit. "naghahabulan si atsumu at bokuto, nadamay lang."

"oh." napatango si wakatoshi.

instead of forcing sakusa to say something more, he subtly walked slower. paalalay siyang naglalad sa likod ng kaibigan ngunit ang paningin ay nanatili sa harap.

tahimik pa rin sila nang makarating sa sasakyan niya. sanay na siya sa ganito dahil hindi naman sila madaldal pareho. they actually found peace in this kind of silence especially with how loud their teammates are.

"i watched you... earlier." wakatoshi glanced at sakusa, who was removing his mask, through the mirror kahit magkatabi lang sila.

tiningnan lang siya pabalik ng kaibigan, tila naghihintay ng sasabihin. he didn't really know why he started that, alam niya namang wala siyang patutunguhan sa sinabi.

wakatoshi never hesitates. pero iba talaga ngayon.

is it because sakusa looked so good with that damp hair of his? is it because of the light frown on his face that suddenly seemed adorable? since when did he start thinking sakusa's frown was adorable?

hindi niya namalayang napailing siya sa sarili.

"is there a problem?"

bahagyang lumingon si wakatoshi, at naabutang nakatingin sa kaniya si sakusa. hindi niya maintindihan pero biglang bumilis ang tibok ng puso niya nang magtama ang paningin nila dahilan para agad siyang umiwas.

"okay, may mali nga." he could see sakusa nodding to himself.

"i just thought of something. don't mind it."

"hmm." sakusa tilted his head, and wakatoshi's hands tightened on the steering wheel. "it's hinata's birthday party next week. has he invited you, yet?"

dahil hindi na nagpumilit pa si sakusa, bahagyang lumuwang ang paghinga niya. "yeah. he messaged me last night, tapos pinaalala ni kageyama kanina."

"should we go together?"

something inside him exploded, he guessed that's his heart—oh.

he blinked. this time, lumingon muli siya kay sakusa at imbis na umiwas ng tingin, tinapangan niya ang sarili at tumitig dito pabalik. suddenly, he's enticed with how sakusa's eyes seemed so dark, yet, it's all he wanted to look at.

oh.

muntik pang makalimutang nagmamaneho siya.

ibinalik niya ang tingin sa daan. in panic, he answered, "yeah, i like you."

"huh?'

nanlaki ang mata ni wakatoshi, napalingon siya sa kaibigan at naabutan itong namumula, nanlalaki rin ang matang nakatitig sa kaniya. "i—i mean, yeah. let's go together."

"okay." kiyoomi nodded, turning his head away.

napalunok si wakatoshi. "okay."

"and you like me?"

pakiramdam ni wakatoshi ay bumalik siya sa highschool. "and i like you," sagot niya, namumula. pabulong ngunit paniguradong rinig nilang pareho.

narinig niyang humugot ng malalim na hininga si sakusa, ngunit wala siyang lakas ng loob tingnan ang kaibigan ng sumagot ito.

"okay."

napangiti na lang si wakatoshi.

#hq wakatoshi #ushijima headcanons #sakusa kiyoomi #ushijima wakatoshi #friends to lovers #haikyuu fanfic #fanfic #filipino #haikyuu fluff #filo fic #haikyuu #ushisaku #confessions

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 1 year

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Flavor of Love matchup tell me event: Haikyuu ver.

This one goes out to @rav--en I hope you enjoy this matchup!

Congratulations, your friend is Wakatoshi Ushijima!

Becoming friends is easy, staying friends is the hard part. Even so, with Ushijima at your side it wouldn’t pose a threat. He’s quite a persistent guy after all, so if you think you’re going to get away from him, well you’re not. Being a member of team white chocolate means friends for life, so better settle in. I can’t picture him judging you for what you like or find you odd, but he might just join you on your clumsy mishaps.

Also, if you break a rule or start a fight, be sure to know he’ll be the one right next to you because he’s a part of the fight. I don’t think he’s someone to stop a fight or event unless it leads to further harm, so feel free to go wild together! Do note that you’ll get a scolding from someone else though…

As for romance, your match is Aran Ojiro!

Members of team sea salt and caramel are the best suitors for you! Out of all of them Aran is the best fit. As far as sweetness goes, I’m sure he’ll be caring in actions over words, and he might even spoil you. However, we can’t forget the salt now, can we? That salty part is on par with him being a teammate of Inarizaki which just so happens to be based off of foxes. That salty part would be some rather blunt responses to what you say. I don’t think Aran would sugar coat everything. If he believes in something or disagrees, he’ll say it and prove his point. In fact, he might even persuade you into thinking his way instead.

Apart from that, Aran doesn’t have any beef with Ushijima so that’s a bonus. That may sound strange, but I have a feeling that having Ushijima as a friend limits your options for lovers. It also means that Aran wouldn’t be super jealous like a team mint. If he does get jealous, you’ll be quick to notice the offhand behavior, then comes the affection. When in love with a team sea salt and caramel, please note that it’s important to pay close attention to how they feel and speak. It’s very crucial for this team as they’ll hide away even from their beloved. Which is why I paired you up with Aran, I feel that you won’t hesitate to make the first move if a problem were to arise.

Interested in your own or want another one? Find more matchups here: 2 Lines & A Circle : Flavor of Love, Find Your Match~ (tumblr.com)

#haikyuu #matchup #fluff #aran ojiro #ushijima wakatoshi #team sea salt and caramel #team white chocolate #flavor of love #matchups are back #inarazaki #lover #friend #look at them!#my music doesn not match this...#hahaha

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hajidumps · 2 years

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"I learned it for you"

#god i fucking live for fics and story that accomodates their lover #ive just readt a fic where tendou learned sign language for ushijima #i am broken and happy #crying in tears #i love when people try to learn so they can reach with others and make someone feel loved more #I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE WHO THRIVES TO LEARN FOR OTHERS TO FEEL KNOWN AND SEEN

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utahimeow · 7 months

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ushi is so chew toy coded

he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.

“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.

“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.

“like i literally just wanna…”

he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.

he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?

when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.

“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.

“did you have fun?” he asks.

“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.

it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.

“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”

“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.

“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.

this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.

“is this your… thing now?” he asks.

you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”

after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.

wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.

#felt silly nd soft for him ok #wakatoshi ushijima x reader #ushijima x reader #ushijima fanfic #ushijima imagine #ushijima x you #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #꒰ love letters. ꒱#꒰ secret admirers. ꒱#꒰ lovers. ꒱ — ushijima

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casper-perry · 3 months

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This Insignificant Pride and Prejudice

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Mysecretfanmoments, Pouler (poulerslashes)

summary: Oikawa Tooru graduated high school with the burning desire to succeed in his college career. He'd hoped that might include taking down his arch-nemesis along the way, but when he finds that his college team hosts an offensively familiar face, he can't help but think that the universe might be conspiring against him. After all, what could be worse than playing on the same team as Ushijima?

#Haikyuu!!#Oikawa Tooru/Ushijima Wakatoshi #Oikawa Tooru #Ushijima Wakatoshi #Iwaizumi Hajime #non-canonical family headcanons #Enemies to Friends to Lovers #the resentment is real

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wake-uptoreality · 1 year

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You always liked the thought of 'your moles being where your lover kissed you the most in your past life'. When you innocently tell him that, he grabs your hand pulling you closer to his chest. "Like this, baby?" He murmurs as he starts kissing every inch of your face where your beauty marks are located. You furrow your eyebrows, clenching his shirt with shaky hands. He goes lower and lower, breathing on your neck at last, gulping the sweet smell of you perfume. "You are my past, present and future love, never forget that" he grumbles "...now should we find your other moles too, sweetheart?"

-> IWAIZUMI, ushijima, hinata, BOKUTO, sakusa, AKAASHI, aone, OSAMU.

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summerinthecloudsx · 2 years

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Where the rain can’t reach or Ushijima, your best friend, runs out of patience with Terushima, your (ex)boyfriend

A/N: This chapter will be mostly from Ushijima’s POV. Only one more chapter to the series and then it’s finished!

Warnings: Arguments, intense Ushijima, female pronouns used, fluff at the end, minors DNI

Part 4

The rain hasn’t started yet, which Ushijima assumes is a good sign. It isn’t as if the sun is shining or birds are chirping outside, though. No, in the absence of the cold rain, a heavy chill settles in the air. It’s almost suffocating, his breath carrying in thin clouds above his head. He would call it ominous if he didn’t already have a suspicion as to how his little excursion will end. He hopes that by some grace he can avoid a heated scene or at the very least a fight. He isn’t interested in throwing fists with the other man, nor does he think it will actually come to that. They’re both mature adults, and while Terushima is indeed a hothead and free-spirited, he has enough sense to remain calm for something like this. At least, Ushijima thinks that’s the case.

He knows Terushima won’t be happy with him. How could he be? To an outsider, it probably appears that Ushijima, the volleyball star, has stolen someone’s girlfriend and is keeping her locked far away from him. And while he would be more than happy to step up where the former man failed, he would never do that to someone. The gentle giant doesn’t have it in his heart to hurt someone or push his best friend into an uncomfortable position in their relationship. She was heartbroken only two weeks ago, advancing on his own personal feelings wouldn’t be fair. He can’t exploit her emotions.

He wants to, though. And he isn’t sure if that’s more revealing of the darker side of his personality or a true testament to how long he’s cared about her. He craves her, aches to have her near in a way he knows can’t be just friends. Ever since the day she stumbled against him, he’s known. And it’s been torture to watch her give herself to people while he sits on the sidelines, never confessing to her with a new excuse every time. Even now, there’s an excuse as to why he shouldn’t tell her the truth. It isn’t fair to her, and yet, as Ushijima stands in front of Terushima’s apartment door, he can’t stop the shame he feels. If he had confessed to her sooner, this jerk wouldn’t have hurt her at all. He wouldn’t have had the opportunity. He can’t change it now, though. He’ll fix it somehow, even if he has to sacrifice his own feelings to repair hers. And so, with a deep, calming breath, he knocks his knuckles against the door.

It’s an agonizing few minutes as he waits for his arrival to be answered. He thinks for a moment he’s arrived too early or Terushima has refused to speak with him. He can clearly look out of the peephole to see the absence of his now ex girlfriend, which had been his request of Ushijima. Bring her. He just wants to talk to her, but of course, the taller male refused.

The door swings open suddenly, so abrupt it widens Ushijima’s eyes for a moment before he relaxes his features again. Terushima seems…irritated. His eyes dart from the hallway to just behind Ushijima in search of someone he knows isn’t there. He lets out a hushed noise somewhere between a laugh and a sigh as he shakes his head, knowing she won’t be coming back to him.

“I put all of her stuff on the counter,” he mumbles. He tosses his head back in the direction of his elaborate kitchen. Flashy, gold trimmed marble decorates the countertops while the cabinets are glossed an eggshell white. It isn’t ugly or or overly gaudy, but it’s certainly too much for Ushijima’s tastes.

The brown haired man makes a small hum of acknowledgment as he enters the room, leaving the door open behind him. Terushima can close it if he desires, but he wants to ensure this trip is quick and easy.

As he suggested, her belongings have been packed neatly into one cardboard box. It’s been left open, probably so Terushima could have made conversation with her if she decided to get it herself. Ushijima takes it upon himself to sift through everything, not wanting to leave it to chance that he might have to come back for something. Everything seems to be in order. A package of toothpaste, a toothbrush, hair brush, and other hygiene items. At the bottom of the box, a baby blue sweater rests folded loosely. Ushijima wouldn’t have seen it initially if he hadn’t grazed his fingers over the fabric, but once his brown hues land on the Polaroid picture poking out of the folded material, he lets out a low sigh.

“What is this?”

Ushijima frowns as he gently pulls the picture out of the sweater. In it, Terushima has her pressed against the wall, his usual smirk in his eyes while he’s pressing his lips against her neck. The picture is intimate, probably taken by Terushima’s suggestion as a way to keep their relationship interesting. But the only thing Ushijima can really focus on is the way she’s staring at the floor, an uncomfortable smile on her face as her shoulder lifts slightly. He wonders if Terushima ever asked how she felt about the things he did or if he just took her false smiles and silence as approval. How could he not see how uncomfortable she was in that picture? How could he not feel it?

“It’s a picture,” the other man answers.

Ushijima frowns, breathing deeply to calm his nerves. His hand itches to crumple the photo or tear it in half, but he resists. “I know what it is. Why is it here?”

Terushima gulps. It’s the first time Ushijima has seen the man this way, nervous and painfully aware of his shortcomings. “I wanted to give her a memory of us. I thought maybe if she saw it–.”

“You thought wrong.” His voice is low and firm, cutting through the sentence like an axe cuts through wood: quick and brutal. He doesn’t give the man an opportunity to respond before he balls the photo in his hand until it’s a crumpled mess. “Do you think she was happy in that photo? Did you even look at it or ask her?”

The other man opens and closes his mouth, words failing him as he contemplates the questions. A soft, airy laugh falls over his lips. The noise is so quiet it almost evades Ushijima, but he catches it right at the end. And it makes his shoulders tense and nostrils flare.

He is, by all accounts, a calm man. He’s passionate about volleyball, sometimes to a fault, but he prides himself on his rational ability to sit back and observe life without reacting too dramatically. Something about this is different, though. There’s something about the way his heart breaks thinking about his friend stuck in such an uncomfortable position and no remorse being shown for it from the perpetrator. The way she never told him about anything from their relationship aside from the way Terushima swooned her before they started dating. It makes him angry. Forces his fingers to curl into fists without his knowledge, urges his chest to rise and fall with heavy breaths he knows will do little to calm his rising adrenaline. But he has to try. He’s better than this, better than him, better than a pointless fight with an ex he’s determined to make her forget about.

“Don’t call her again.” The words are clipped, harsh as they leave Ushijima’s lips. “Don’t text her, show up at her apartment, or bother her anymore. She’s done with you.” He reaches to grab the box, set to leave and be done with the entire situation. It drained him, all of his patience and understanding vanished the moment he saw that picture. His long arms have nearly wrapped around the cardboard and lifted them when he suddenly stops, attention focused on Terushima as he speaks once more.

Why do some people always have to have the last word like this? He thinks with a low groan.

“If she’s done with me, then she can tell me herself.”

Ushijima imagines a lot of scenarios in that moment. First, he pictures himself throwing the nearest object at Terushima’s face. Though, the only thing around is the box of items which may or may not be extremely important to you, and he won’t risk damaging anything within. The next thing he imagines is grabbing Terushima by his shirt collar and wiping the smug smirk off his face. He’s not a violent man despite his aggressive nature on the court. He doesn’t like hurting people or upsetting them outside of volleyball, but he thinks that maybe this can be an exception. And then, when his thoughts finally land on an image of your face, swollen from crying because he got into a fight with your ex-boyfriend, he decides against the first two acts.

Ushijima is capable of many things. He can evade blockers with minimal effort. He can change the mood of a room with just one scowl or a rare sentence from the usually quiet man. He’s an athletic star, an exhausting force of nature. He can storm the world as if it’s his for the taking, but he can’t under any circumstances make you cry.

And so, with a silent glare, he lifts the box into his arms and walks to the door of the apartment. Holding the box in one hand, he turns the door handle until it clicks open and tosses one more heated gaze over his shoulder. It’s one he’s reserved for his deepest enemies, one he wouldn’t direct at anyone unless he absolutely wanted to convey how intimidating he realizes he is. So many things are said in that one final look, and the shocked expression on Terushima’s face says he understands it all.

Don’t test my patience.

She’s not yours to keep.

This silence is for your benefit.

You never deserved a moment of her time.

It’s one of the things people love and hate about the star volleyball player. So much hides in his eyes, the tip of his mouth and the clenching of his jaw. And he ensures his message gets across every single time.

You’re fiddling nervously with the sleeve of your sweater when Ushijima pushes softly into your apartment. There’s no knock or introduction besides a low hum of acknowledgment clouded by the strange expression on his face. His brow is furrowed, though that’s not an unusual sight, but the downwards tilt of his lips in your presence is uncommon. He’s generally at least neutral at worst or smiling at best. Now, he’s padding into your kitchen with a single box and placing it on the countertop, shoulders tensed throughout the process.

“Did something happen?” You ask as you uncurl your legs and push yourself away from the warmth of the sofa. You maneuver through the newly cleaned space easily until you stand behind the towering man in your kitchen, taking note of the way his body relaxes the closer you get to him. You tell yourself it doesn’t mean anything. He’s just angry and anyone would be able to calm him down, but the longer you stand there, the more you have the urge to smooth his shirt beneath your hands, to ease the tension in his back. And somewhere between wishing he would grant your wordless request and biting your lip in thought, you make the decision to reach for him.

His back is so taut beneath your hand you’re not sure he would have been able to jump in surprise even if the sudden contact had caught him off guard, although, it doesn’t. He lets out a long breath when your hand travels up his back to the widened area of his shoulder blades, and you don’t miss the way his cheek twitches as if he’s holding back a smile.

“I’m sorry,” he finally says, no more than a soft whisper.

And you can’t understand why he would be apologizing to you. He’s done everything he possibly can to ensure you’re happy or as happy as one can be under the circumstances. From taking a day to road-trip with you, cuddling, watching shows he probably hates but endured because he knows you love them, and retrieving your things from Terushima. He’s done more than you could have asked, though he more than likely knew you wouldn’t have asked for anything in the first place. So then, his apology makes no sense.

Ushijima turns, his hands grasping the counter behind him for support as he breathes steadily. He seems flustered, exasperated as if he’s been warring with himself for a long while and it’s finally been resolved.

“I didn’t want to do this so soon after…” His voice trails off, brows furrowing deeper as he remembers the night he found you crying in your living room. That was almost three weeks ago, hardly enough time for you to recover completely.

“Do what?” You ask, head tilting.

Ushijima swears he could die from how cute you look, head tilted and teeth tugging at your lip nervously. Is this okay? He asks himself. It’s so soon. People will talk, and you might push him away. It’s better to know for sure rather than spend his days wondering, though.

“I don’t know how much more of this I can take,” he starts in a rushed breath. You start to apologize instinctively, but he holds up his hand. “Watching you get treated like dirt when you should be treated like a queen. Standing by while these worthless people use you and disrespect you. I can’t–.” He shakes his head and pushes himself away from the counter.

He’s so close to you that you can feel his breath fanning across your figure. You could reach out and graze your fingers up his arm, pull him close if you were brave enough. But you just tilt your head back to stare into his eyes, finding an emotion so sincere, so intimate it makes you shiver.

“I want you,” Ushijima sighs. “I want to be with you. And if that's too much, if I’ve scared you somehow, then I’ll leave. But I had to let you know just in case…” He doesn’t finish his sentence, hoping you understand what he means to say.

You’re not sure how to respond at first. Some part of you screams that it’s too soon, that you should take more time for it to be socially acceptable to move on with someone else. He has a reputation to uphold as a volleyball star, and your life as a freelance artist doesn’t compare to his. He should be with someone fierce and strong, comfortable in the spotlight. That’s what you think initially, but another part, a much stronger one, is sobbing and begging you to accept his confession. Because you don’t think you’ve ever wanted anyone as much as him or felt as safe as you do when he’s there. The times when he’s held you in his arms and made sure to talk to you even when his team travels far away. You chastise yourself for not noticing or properly appreciating how much he did for you sooner.

“Will you think poorly of me if I say I feel the same?” You whisper.

Ushijima lets out a relieved sigh, lips curling into a rare smile and shaking his head. It’s as if a weight has been lifted from him, leaving him floating freely towards you. He’s a little shaky as he reaches for you, fingers grazing over your cheek and reaching to the back of your neck. They massage the area soothingly, but it’s not his touch that rips a gasp from you and quickens your pulse. It’s the question that falls from his lips so quickly you’re not sure he even meant to ask it in the first place.

“Can I kiss you?”

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