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somethinginthethunder · 4 years

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hello!! could you write a fluffy (with a small amount of angst ofc) scenario with ushijima about how the reader thinks her love for him is unrequited after seeing him hanging out with another girl but he eventually realizes his feelings for her and confesses? 😳

Author’s Note: Ah!! I’m so excited for this! Thank you for requesting, this is actually my first one ever! And I apologize if this didn’t turn out how you wanted. I... also got a little carried away. Whoops...

Again, as always, shares and feedback are appreciated!

Word count: 2,746 (This is longer than usual, I know. I just got really, really into the groove. Please don’t expect all requests to be this long. Thank you!)

Summary: Ushijima has started hanging out with some girl more often. Coming to the conclusion that they liked each other, you end up in your dorm, crying to yourself because of the seemingly unreturned love.

Warnings: none?? maybe some angst? a whole lot of nothing :’) and maybe a couple of curse words. MAYBE TENDOU AND USHIJIMA ARE OOC. IF SO, I APOLOGIZE!!!!

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“Can we help you?” Shirabu asked, pausing in front of the girl standing in the doorway.

The shy young woman perked at his question, her knuckles turning white as she grasped at her bag straps.

“A-Ah! I’m just waiting for Ushijima-san!” she answered, her pale face becoming bright red.

Shirabu tilted his head. “He doesn’t accept fangirls, if that’s what you’re here for,” he stated bluntly, sweat dripping down his forehead as he picked up the stray volleyball.

Embarrassed, the girl bowed down a little. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you! But I actually-”

“Sato.”

Both students turned their head to see the one and only captain of Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team jogging toward them.

“Ushijima-san, do you know her?” the setter asked, tucking the ball under his arm as he gestured to the girl.

He nodded, returning his attention to the new arrival.

“I apologize for not getting out on time. Our practice ran longer than we intended. Please wait for a bit while we finish,” he said, staring into her wide eyes.

“O-Of course! I’ll just… uh, wait outside,” she stuttered once again, bowing in acknowledgement before stepping away from the gym, waiting by its doors.

You had seen the whole thing from your place beside the coach. As the manager of the team, you probably shouldn’t have been paying attention for so long, but the situation had made you curious.

Ushijima had a meeting with a girl? It was rare for him to pay any special attention to them. In fact, it was rare for him to pay attention to them at all.

“Oho, does Wakatoshi-kun finally have a girlfriend?” Tendou asked teasingly, leaning over your shoulder as said man came back to the court. His eyes squinted in curiousity as he rested a hand on your shoulder, knowing that he was getting right on your nerves.

“A girlfriend?!” Goshiki half-exclaimed as he came down from a hit, his aim almost hitting Semi’s face (please save him I-).

His exclamation turned the heads of a lot of the rest of the team. You hated it.

Ushijima stopped in front of you and Tendou, shaking his head in response.

“We aren’t together. We simply have a meeting arranged for today,” he answered.

“If you guys are done talking about this little love crap, I’d like to finish up practice here!” the coach added grumpily.

The team hurriedly resumed their exercises, shouting “Yes, coach!” in unison.

When practice was finally over, and everything had been put away, Ushijima bid his goodbyes and returned to the doorway. The young girl, Sato, approached him, to which he allowed. She was still blushy, and seemed even more nervous than before.

After a brief exchange of words, they walked away from the gym and to wherever their destination was.

You stood on the other side of the gym with most of the team was on the other side.

With a pit in your chest, you stared out of the door where they once stood. Clutching the clipboard in your hands, you let out a sigh. Maybe it was of disappointment, or maybe it was because you didn’t have to see them together anymore.

Whatever if was, it wasn’t good.

“Don’t mind, Y/n-chan!!” Tendou reassured you. “Everyone knows you’re his favorite!” he cheered, patting your back encouragingly.

You honestly couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or actually trying to be helpful.

“I don’t mind!” you objected, turning to face him. “He can hang out with whoever he wants!”

The red-headed guess monster chuckled briefly before saying, “Oh? But I thought you liked him!”

“Could you say that any louder?!” you scolded hastily, hushing him.

He wasn’t wrong, though. You could admit that. Tendou was good at knowing what made you tick, and he also happened to know your crush on the stoic captain. You almost regretted telling him in the first place. But he was one of our closest friends, and that’s what you had decided to tell him.

Your feelings for Ushijima had lasted for a bit over a year. On one hand, it was fine with you since he never really gave any other attention with girls (except for today, of course), but on the other hand, you hated it since you knew it meant he probably would never like you back.

And today only seemed to confirm this fear. Not in the way you had thought it would.

Tendou blinked at your quiet outburst. “Ah, well, we all already know!” he said. “Besides, if he doesn’t have feelings for you, then there’s no way he’d have feelings for her!”

You knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but it still made your heart ache.

“And,” he suddenly said, his voice lower than before. “If he does happen to hurt you, perhaps I’d have to give him a bit of a talking,” he added. His eyes seemed to change, like the threatening look he’d give his opponents in games. Though, it wasn’t necessarily evil.

Surprised, and almost uncomfortable with his intense aura, you said, “N- no need. Even if he did hurt me, I don’t think he’d do so on purpose. I mean- he doesn’t even know about… my feelings.’

“Ahh!” he hummed, his attitude changing once again. Jeez, you could never read this guy completely. “Then maybe he should know!” he suggested, leaning down to meet your height.

“Tendou, I love you, my friend. I really do, but confessing is the last thing I want to do!” you said, furrowing your brows.

He paused, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Alright!” he agreed, stepping away from you. “Well, I’ve got to go, now. I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/n-chan!”

You sighed once again, just about done with your friend’s antics. Shrugging off your worry, you finished up what you were doing and exited the gym.

☆☆☆

At first, you had thought that maybe Sato was just a fangirl that Ushijima had finally agreed to talk to. But, to you, it didn’t look like that was the case anymore.

For the past few days, you’d see them walking together in the halls, talking for most of the time they were together. Even if you and Ushijima were hanging out with each other, she’d approach (though, very timidly) and give to him what seemed like letter(s).

And, sometimes, he’d even give her some back.

You had even noticed he seemed to be in a lighter mood, as well. Which was a bit unusual. You’d say you didn’t want her to make him feel such a way, but you were honestly glad to see him talk more and be more happy.

You didn’t ask him about what they were to each other. You were afraid it would raise suspicions, and, though you’d never admit it, you didn’t exactly want to know the answer.

So you just came to the conclusion that they were dating, or at the very least had feelings for each other.

Well… it was bound to happen sometime, wasn’t it? There was no way he’d have feelings for you.

The last sliver of hope you had in him reciprocating you feelings slowly went down the drain over that whole week and a half that they hung around each other.

☆☆☆

And now it was a Saturday, with you tucked away in your bed crying gently to yourself as you stared up at the ceiling.

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry over a boy. Why did you have to do this now?

Meanwhile, a certain middleblocker and ace were sat next to each other, talking about nothing in particular.

That was, until Tendou finally popped the question you never could.

“Wakatoshi-kun,” he said, staring out of the window and into the night. “Do you like Sato Runa, by any chance?”

The abrupt change in the subject almost caught his friend off guard.

“She’s an exceptional student,” he answered.

Tendou grinned in amusement.

“No, no! I mean romantically,” he cleared up, waving his hand in the air.

“Romantically?” he repeated, his eyebrows raising. “No.”

That was all the middleblocker needed. “Ahh, well, you make that hard to believe by just looking at you!” he said. “Well, Y/n-chan will certainly be happy to hear this!”

“Y/n? Why would she want to know?” the dark-haired boy asked, still not catching on.

Tendou’s grin only widened, like the cheshire cat playing with Alice’s mind.

“Why, she likes you, of course!” he cheered. “Ohh, she’s been so worried you and that girl had gotten together. Imagine our poor little manager, heartbroken over nothing!” he said.

Ushijima said nothing for a while, still sat straight, his hands in his lap.

“Y/n has feelings for me?” he asked, half curious.

Satori tilted his head, more amused than ever. “I know you aren’t great with romance, but even I’d thought you would’ve at least gotten a little bit of hint!”

Ignoring his little jab, Ushijima continued, “...she’s heartbroken?”

Got him, the spiky-haired boy thought. Oh, it was all going to plan.

“Well, she’d never admit it, but I know she’s at least a little upset about it! Must’ve been a lot of proof in her eyes if she’s as heartbroken as I think she is!” he hummed.

“How long have you known of her feelings for me?” he asked, his voice never changing. To the average person, it’d seem as though he wasn’t too interested in your feelings. However, Tendou knew better.

“As far as I know, almost a year! If I were you, I’d take her out of her sad trance right away!” he added, clapping his hands together. “But the question is, Wakatoshi… do you like her back?”

There was a long, long silence. It almost put Tendou off, thinking that maybe he’d have to modify his plan.

Luckily, Ushijima had finally decided to make his move.

Standing from his seat on the bed, he excused himself from their dorm room, making his way for the yours.

☆☆☆

“Crap…” you murmured, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked.... tired.

After letting your hair down, you leaned against the counter, staring at yourself.

How pathetic that he had gotten you so worked up.

Actually, no, how pathetic that you had thought that there was a chance that he liked you back.

Suddenly, there was a knock on your door. You jumped, trying to wipe away your drying tears and drying your hands afterward.

“Ah- one moment!” you called, cursing yourself for your sore throat (you had screamed into your pillow out of frustration prior to your little breakdown).

Opening the door, you were surprised to see the one and only Ushijima standing there.

“Y/n,” he said, immediately making eye contact. It was like he was scrutinizing you under his cold gaze.

“Ushijima-san! It’s late! How did you-”

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked bluntly, referring to the still evident tear stains on your cheeks.

Coughing, embarrassed, you nodded. “Yeah, just… life stuff, you know?”

“Would any of that supposed ‘life-stuff’ have to do with me?” he questioned.

You tensed up. How did he know?

“How did you…” you started, trailing off. Oh. My. God. Tendo-

“It has been brought to my attention that you may have thought that I was in a relationship with Sato Runa. Is this true?” he inquired boldly.

Wow, he really did not know how to sugar-coat it, huh?

You pursed your lips, obviously not wanting to admit the reason of your defeat. But you knew you shouldn’t lie to him.

“Yes,” you admitted, your shoulders lowering, and eyes suddenly finding the floor much more interesting. The confession made it too real, now.

“And it was also brought to my attention that you’ve had feelings for me, and have become upset since you believed I was in a relationship with Sato. Yes?” he also asked.

Your eyes quickly shot back up to him in surprise, your cheeks suddenly hot and your chest suddenly in pain. He knew.

You didn’t want to answer, for obvious reasons. And Ushijima seemed to realize this. His gaze softened, rephrasing his words, “If you do not have feelings for me, tell me right now. Please.”

Ah, you couldn’t. Not to him.

This only confirmed his thoughts.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice still unwavering. “I’d like to clear up that I am not romantically involved with Sato Runa.” Wait. What? “I had asked her to be my tutor for a few of my classes since quite a few tests were coming up for the next two weeks. That is why I’ve been around her often.”

Oh. Oh.

So that’s what it was. The papers weren’t letters, but notes and studying ideas. It wasn’t little dates they were doing, it was study sessions. He was in a lighter mood because of how much easier school was for him, now.

You felt pretty stupid right at that moment.

“A-ah… good to know,” you nodded. “It’s alright. You didn’t have to clarify it with me, but thank you, anyway.”

“But I did,” Ushijima retorts. “Because I happen to be attracted to you, not her.”

I- were you dead right now? Was this a dream? A joke? A prank?

You pinched the inside of your hand to check that this was still real.

“I-” you pressed your lips together hesitantly. “Really?” you asked in disbelief.

He nodded. “I hadn’t realized it, but you are different. Perhaps I have not been attracted to you for a whole year, but in this current time, today, I am. You’re talented. You’ve got potential. Everything about you works together to make you an exceptional person. But even then, there’s more to it that I cannot explain.”

The heat in your cheeks only worsened. Honestly, his words were about to give you a full-on fever.

“I- I don’t know what to say!” you confessed, almost bursting. You were confused more than anything, even though your brain processed the situation just fine. “Just a few minutes ago I was crying over how you’d never like me- and now, and now you confess? I mean- I look like a mess, it’s almost past midnight, and-”

“You don’t look like a mess,” he objected, raising his hand to brush a few stray hairs out of the way. “And if you are unable to figure out what to say next, could I perhaps take this moment to ask you something?”

Blinking up at him, you nodded.

“Tomorrow after practice, would you... want to go on a date with me?” he asked.

Yeah, okay, you were definitely dreaming, now.

Suddenly, you were tense again, trying to figure out if you heard him right. Where did this Ushijima come from? And what had he done with the real one?

“Y-Yes! Of course I would!” you agreed.

“Good,” he said. “I’ll see you in the morning, Y/n.”

Leaning down to your height, his brushed his lips against your forehead as a farewell, not even giving you a chance to reply before he left. (I mean, it would be a questionable sight for him to be seen at a girl’s dorm so late at night.)

Holy shit. Holy shit! You had a date with Ushijima Wakatoshi!

Your chest was feeling light clouds, your mind barely even able to wrap itself around the situation. Did that really just happen? Were he and Sato actually just acquaintances? Did he actually like you?

Excited, you sloppily got ready for bed and tucked yourself under the covers, ecstatic for tomorrow (of course, a little embarrassed by the earlier conversation, too).

When you awoke, it took you a minute to remember what had happened the night before. Again, you tried convincing yourself that it was all just apart of your imagination, but that idea was quickly disproven when you checked your texts.

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Sunday, 6:30 a.m.

Do you have anywhere you’d like to go for today?

Tendou Satori - Sunday, 7:36 a.m.

don’t be mad, but I told him! and I have a suspicion that yesterday went great (not really, wakatoshi-kun told me this morning)! sooo… when’s the wedding, love birds?!

Sunday, 7:59 a.m.

are you not up yet? ah, y/nnnn-chann i’m getting impatient!! call me when you see this!

Smiling to yourself, you turned off your phone and rested it on your chest, shutting your eyes for a moment before getting ready.

Today was going to be a good day.

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Assassination is Art

(An Iron Man/Assassination Classroom crossover)

(warning, perhaps OOC)

Tony didn't even pretend to understand how a Japanese mind works. Tony didn't meant to be a racist, he's perhaps the most open-minded person who's seen plenty horrors that are human minds. But the inventor had to give Japan the credit this time.

Seriously, a wormhole cracked open New York sky? Okay. Norse Gods actually exist? Alright. Infinity Stones and a mad Titan invasion? Sure, still believable.

But Japan just had to take it to the whole new level. Seriously, a mutation serum that change human into a humanoid octopus with Mach 20 speed, similar serum blow up the moon, then the octopus become a teacher on a whole classroom of a middle schooler trained to be an assassin?

Next Tony gonna believe that Thanos is actually Kronos' lover and Zeus mother and that JK Rowling is a squib and Harry Potter is real.

But the proofs are in front of his eyes. That broken crescent moon and a young man with blue hair and blue eyes with inocent face that Tony can identified wether they're male or female. Tony don't care though, he can be non-binary or some other gender as he please, Tony only want to know the whole stroy of the crescent moon, and because the story of that octopus kinda interesting.

"That's my only condition, Mr.Shiota. I want to know the whole story, I also need to know who I'm gonna protect you from. During your stay I'll provide you with shelter, cash, food, anything I can get my hands on that you need." Tony eyeing the blue haired young man.

He smiled genuinely with lit up eyes and all. He's adorable, reminded Tony of Peter. "Thank you so much, Mr. Stark. Those story will have to stay in your discretion of course. And I only need to hide from one person, who sadly have too much conection coupled with sadistic tendencies. And please call me Nagisa." Nagisa's voice is lilting, also can be passed as both male or female, with fluent English sans any accent. "And in case you're wondering, I'm a male and preferred pronounce he."

Tony a little bit embarassed, but not for long. Tony knew at once that there's a story behind Nagisa's insistence. "I don't care even if you're a cat. Call me Tony and we have a deal."

As he's now mainly resided in Stark Tower, Tony give Nagisa a bedroom on his own floor, and a bedroom in Malibu house too just in case. Turn out Nagisa can cook any cuisine he can think of -one day Tony's jaw dropped when he tasted an Indian curry exactly like Bruce make it- and he insisted they eat meal together anytime they can.

Tony got the rough line of what happened, Koro-sensei appearance, training by Karasuma-sensei and Bitch-sensei, Takaoka, the school trip, the tentacles student, the civil war (guess what? They have one before the Avengers civil war!), the space date (Tony refused to call it any other way), until the graduation.

But other than that, Tony got new story everyday, like how Koro-sensei teach them to make noodles from acorn, or how he make who knows thousands page guide books for them. This Koro-sensei is surely interesting. It's sad that SHIELD only sent Natasha and some flimsy agent for a short time seven years ago.

But Nagisa still didn't tell why he run away from Japan.

"How old are you, Nagisa?" Tony found himself asking out of curiosity while his hand didn't leave his holo-screen. Too much to do nowadays.

"Will be twenty one soon, why?" Nagisa didn't look up from his tablet. Most of the time he just reading science fiction novel on the couch while Tony working, and sometimes helping Tony. He isn't that bad with tech.

"Barely legal. Splendid. You should meet Natasha, she's an assassin. No Clint, he will be bad influence. The rest is alright." Tony muttered under his breath, but he knows that Nagisa hear him just alright.

"Can I ask why you resign from Avenger?" The blue eyes full of curiosity now. Nagisa placed his tablet and approached the Iron Man inventor.

"I didn't resign." Tony brows furrowed at that thought.

"But you barely left the tower, you barely left the workshop. You didn't come out when there's an attack." It's not accusation, Tony knows that, simply facts and curiosity.

"I'm working from the tower. They didn't need me on the field. There's so much thing I need to do here. I'm also Avenger consultant, you know?" Tony gave him a weak grin.

What's it about Nagisa that make him want to open up? Perhaps the hidden pain and fear in those blue eyes that he know so well? Or the fact that he feel like Nagisa can understand him?

"See these folders? I'm working. You can see it for yourself." Tony push the holo to the younger men.

Roughly Nagisa get what happened that led Avengers to civil wars. But mostly only about their disagreement of the accords and about Captain America choose to protect his wayward friend at a very big cost. Nagisa knew Tony hurting badly even if he still tried to deny it.

And these folders, Kami-sama, Tony loved them, gave them his everything. These folders named with all Avengers name, old and new, the ones stay and the ones fled. Even of Ants Man who he never met in person. Plus Spider-Man and of course War Machine.

One by one Nagisa open it, and he felt his heart breaking. Each folder contain tech and information about the individu. Some contain about their family, posibly needed safe houses and lists of best lawyers available. Tony not just only take care of them all, he look after their family too.

And then one more folder added as Tony hands keep moving on several others holo-screen. Sokovia Accords. On that there's several files labelled with Roman numbers, ten of them.

"You planned to change it." It's not even a question as Nagisa's respect and affection for his man grow and grow.

"Bits by bits, step by step, in the very near future, yes." Tony hummed. "And then I can persuade them to sign it and go home and be Avengers once again. That way I can go back to inventing and tinkering. They only need me for my tech, anyway."

Nagisa gasped like he just got his gut punched. Tears fall to his cheek. Tony knew at once that he said too much, but too late to take it back. The older man only can stare awkwardly.

"I...ugh!" Nagisa take a deep breath and rub his face to get rid of the stubborn tears. "I used to think like that too. I was good at planning assassination, good at observing. I thought they only want me there for that. But I'm happy to be useful even if they used me.

Did I told you that the first attempt in the class, I executed it in a suicide-like style?" Nagisa gave him a weak grin.

Tony eyes widened at that. "What???"

"Terasaka provided the anti-sensei grenade, he had the button. At that time I only thought how to get close to Koro-sensei so Terasaka can push the button. I hang the grenade around my neck and hug Koro-sensei. Never once I thought I could get hurt or I could die. Or perhaps I'm okay with it as long as I can be useful. Koro-sensei turned black, he's furious of course.

But along with time, he teach me to trust myself, to have confidence, help me with my insecurities. When we graduated, I feel whole and loved. I know who I am and what I'm capable of.

Tony, I left Japan not only because I'm targeted. I left because the very first person who help me get rid of my insecurities, making me feel all those insecurities and belittled me, refused to see what I've become. My closest ones rejected me.

But because Koro-sensei teaching, I respect myself enough to acknowledged that they're bad for me and I had to left them.

Tony, if they make you feel like that, they don't deserve you." Nagisa looked straight to Tony eyes, blue eyes pleading.

"Damn kid. I sure as hell will give anything to meet that teacher of yours." Tony's voice a little hoarse, Nagisa didn't say anything. "Anyway, I didn't do this for them or for myself. The world deseve to have their Avengers, they who want it anyway. But Avengers is needed, I know that. So I want to contribute in a way that I can. The earth safety is more important than my petty feelings, surely you can agree with that?"

Nagisa couldn't help but see himself in the older man.

"You, Tony, are desperately in need of some Koro-sensei wisdom. Emptied your schedule for two or three hours everyday. That's non negotiable, unless you get no more of my cooking." Nagisa smiled sweetly, but Tony get a goosebumps even worse than when he make Natasha furious two years ago.

"Not fair." Tony managed to choked out the worse. He didn't know which is scarier, Nagisa's eyes right now or the prospect of no more Nagisa's cooking. They're that good that Tony couldn't help but whine, goosebumps and all. "What do you want anyway?"

"You, Tony, are about to learn some of Assassination Classroom move style."

(Should I continue????)

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