Ushijima wakes up to giggling, slowly blinking an eye open as he regains consciousness. He peers up at you as you hover above him, staring down at him with a happy grin.
It takes him a moment to register where he is—the setting is unfamiliar, but he quickly understands, a small grin of his own forming on his face. He's never shared a living space with someone, not really—he's grown up an only child and his mother let him be for the most part. But somehow, with you, it doesn't seem so bad.
"Good morning," he mumbles. He's rewarded a delicate kiss on his cheek, making him close his eyes as his hands meet your waist.
"Morning, Toshi," you whisper. The apartments empty, your clothes are still in each other's respective old ones, the grocery shopping's not yet been done to stock up your new fridge, there's no wifi set up, the lack of furniture makes the walls bounce off even the slightest raise of your voices, and the faucets a bit leaky in your bathroom.
Still, it's your home. It belongs to the two of you, and Ushijima is content with that—and something tells him you are too, even though he knows you'll whine in a bit when you realize breakfast will have to wait until after the groceries have been bought.
He didn't particularly think it was wise to come and stay at your newly shared apartment before you'd moved in at least some of your belongings, but you'd passed the area on the drive back from a date, and you simply would not let the opportunity slip by.
You were one to pout, he was one to give in to your pleading, one thing lead to another, and here you both were now—sleeping in the small sleeping bag he'd left in his car after a training camp, smooshed together from the lack of space, and cold from the lack of insulation (although he was pretty sure the heating system was a bit faulty too.)
"I hope you're not hungry," he mumbles against your lips, returning the kiss you placed. He hums in satisfaction when you litter more across his face, one on either cheek, two on his nose, and multiple trailing up his jawline.
He decides he'll wake up like this every day until he dies.
"I'm starving," you pout.
"There are no groceries," and he shakes his head amused at the way your eyes widen.
"No way," you whine, slumping down on top of him, head finding the crook of his neck. Ushijima's arms encircle your figure, hand rubbing soothing circles into your back. He's not quite sure if he's doing anything right when it comes to you, he's never had much of an example to look at, but he knows it feels right. It's enough for him.
"I told you we could have just stayed at one of our apartments if you wanted to spend the night together," he reminds you. "It would've been wiser."
"It would've been wiser," you mock with a deep voice, huffing as you surface out of his neck. "Well, I wanted to spend it here. Not at your place, or mine, Toshi. Ours," you mumble. And as you ramble on about how you were "just trying to be romantic," Ushijima's mind wanders to a time before you.
No late-night dinners (though he didn't understand why you'd eat at that time), no early morning walks (he preferred jogs but you weren't one for cardio), no forts in the living room (he still didn't understand their purpose, but he enjoyed the cuddling that followed), and certainly no warmth from the company that was always beside him.
And Ushijima was a bit clueless at these things, and he didn't always know what the right thing to do or say was, but he knew he meant it when he quietly blurted out, "well I am always at home when I'm with you."
And you pause your light scolding of why this was indeed a good idea, staring at him, caught off guard. An oddly raw emotion fills you up at his confession.
He's not always romantic, nor does he try to be overwhelmingly sweet. He doesn't find it necessary to show off or be flashy, nor does he always approach you and seek out your touch.
But Ushijima's bluntness isn't always a bad thing. He pours his heart out with no worries, he leaves no room for doubts. He loves you, and even if he can't always find the means to show it, he simply reminds you how he feels through his spoken thoughts.
"Yeah," you whisper, cupping his cheeks. Your eyes are a bit glassy from his words, from the way he's yours and you're his, from the way this was a home that was made for two. "Yeah, me too, Toshi. I'm always at home with you too."
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