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kiyoomi-levin · 3 months

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Morning Routine [nsfw]

(Wakatoshi Ushijima x F!Reader)

a/n this is something i wrote and edited today in a single run >.< I wanted to release a haikyuu fluff fic for my tumblr debut but i was just possessed by something this morning and rolled outta bed and just typed this up hehe.. reblogs and comments appreciated!! i have like 12 unfinished works rn and i am busting my ass off to get those finished and published! please be on the lookout for more from me!

summary:: wakatoshi has a bad habit-- his morning routine revolves around you. more specifically, cumming to the sounds of you. warnings:: wakatoshi is highkey a creep/stalker but this fic is fluffy i promise music rec!:: 2fast by superm <AKA the song i listened to when writing> word count:: 1.9k

6:33 AM, the blinking clock reads.

He doesn’t even need an alarm now.

Silently, Wakatoshi rolls over, reaches over to his nightstand and grasps the two items he needs most– lube and toilet paper.

Sighing, he sits himself up, leaning against the headboard of the bed, and, as if awaiting instructions, goes very, very still.

In a way, he is waiting for orders. You just aren’t aware that you’re the one giving them.

6:34 AM. A mere minute before you’re up and he can get started with his day. It doesn’t feel right, yet he can’t stop. Shaking his head, Wakatoshi shifts his weight around, impatient.

I should stop.

There it is. That nagging voice of reason that scolds him every morning. But really, at this point, he can’t function normally without you.

There’s a certain amount of stress that comes with carrying the title of ace. All the papers praising his skills, cheering fangirls, and words of encouragement from coach only added to the ever growing expectations that people had for him.

Luckily, when he was a senior in high school, Wakatoshi had discovered what best alleviates this pressure– not meditation, not Tendo’s comics, but sexual relief.

Every morning, a quick handjob does the job, gets him into prime condition. He even checked with his primary doctor to ensure it’s safe and healthy to release everyday– “you’ll be fine, Wakatoshi, as long as you don’t consume too much porn,” the old man had advised kindly.

He took the doctor’s words to heart– since he had discovered this method of relief, Wakatoshi had never viewed porn. Some of his teammates laughed at him when they found out he almost religiously avoids it, but he doesn’t want to contaminate his brain with potentially intrusive or disturbing visions. His imagination has always been enough, after all.

Until he met you.

In a way, you’re both a blessing and a curse– probably the latter, he admits to himself. Because since he’d met you months ago, the only thing that’s been able to get him up is you.

He’s never slept so well, his skin has never looked so clear, and, most importantly, his condition on court has never been better. He’s considered the possibility of you being a goddess, or possibly his guardian angel and can only rule those out with the fact that you, like him, masturbate.

More accurately, masturbate. Every. Single. Morning.

Then he hears it. The first soft moan. Wakatoshi glances at the time– 6:37 AM. You’re getting a slightly late start today.

No matter. He lifts his hips, gently rolls down his gray sweats to his lower thigh. He’s already hard. He doesn’t even have to touch himself now to get excited. Your quiet voice and the thoughts of you are enough.

Poor you. You’re unaware that despite residing in a luxurious, single-person room reserved for school athletes, the walls are criminally thin.

Wakatoshi pops open the lid of the lube, squirting a glob into his warm hand. He throws aside the bottle, barely registering as it bounces off the bed, only intent on listening into the sounds of you and your body.

When he first grasps his cock, he has to hold back a groan. Despite it being an everyday routine, he still feels the same surge of pleasure as when he first started this nasty habit months ago.

You're breathing slightly more heavily now, and he hears the sounds of your fingers inserting and exiting your body at a familiar pace. He follows along, carefully stroking up and down.

He wonders where you’ve learned this from, because you always go at the perfect pace. Somedays, you go slower, teasing yourself, pausing just before you orgasm, but it’s always.

It’s always exactly what he needs.

God. He knows this is wrong, even as he pumps faster with his left hand to keep up with your quick fingers. It feels so good.

Next door, you’re beginning to let out soft cries.

He presses his thumb against the tip, holding back a moan of his own as he envisions you jerking him off.

He’s seen your hand before– extra soft from being in gloves for multiple hours daily as a fencer.

Thinking about your sport has him thinking about his, and now he’s back to thinking about how wrong this is. But he can’t help it, he’s already tried to give it up once– yielding horrible results.

The day he held back and skipped a morning fap session with you was also the hardest day of his life. He had found himself unable to focus in lecture, especially grumpy towards Tendo’s typically bearable antics, and worst of all, all his hits were off.

“Your schedule must be off,” his captain had said, casually tossing a ball high into the air.

“Bad sleep? Rough morning?”

Wakatoshi had blinked at him wordlessly, wondering how the tall setter had guessed accurately.

“It’s fine,” the third-year had reassured him, “just get back on track tomorrow.”

With that, Wakatoshi had found himself ‘back on track,’ masturbating with– no, to you– every morning.

You’re moaning out loud now, almost whimpering. His cock pulses in his hands, veins bulging, growing hotter and heavy. Fuck, he just wants to see you right now. Your cute face, your sexy neck, gorgeous arms...

He can almost see it now– your smooth thighs shaking and twisting as your small hands would grasp your pillow. He’d make you feel so good, he just knows it. He’d lean against you, kiss your neck and ear before whispering how good you are, how you’re making him cum, how much he loves you!

You’d cum, and he wouldn’t stop. He’d want to see your eyes roll back over and over again, and he’d memorize every inch of your face.

Wakatoshi holds back another groan. His fisted hand feels so good against his cock, especially as it imagines it’s your tight pussy.

Contrary to what Tendo believes (the only one to know about this bad habit) it wasn’t just your soft moans and quiet gasps that had him clenching his sheets as he lifted his hips.

He had long fallen for you, since you had first locked eyes with him in the long hallway.

There was something about you. The way you always smile up at him gently– not in the way that other girls smile at him, as if they want something (usually his number)– but a genuine smile, eyes crinkling slightly.

This unexpected attraction was only exacerbated when you sat next to him at the first-years’ dinner party. You smelled so fucking good and listened to his words with actual interest, asking him about his family and laughing at his lame jokes.

Unfortunately, he was also scared.

He had heard about the countless rejections you’d dished out since the first day of university.

Despite his perceived sexual ignorance, Wakatoshi knew everything there was to know– he was popular, too, in his own right. Tall and lean, there were girls throwing themselves on him left and right.

But he only wanted you.

Today, he must be extra stressed (especially with that upcoming psychology exam that he hasn’t studied for yet) because he’s so, so close, yet can’t seem to finish.

Fine then.

He leans over, grabs his cell phone. He only does this in emergency cases, which occurs about once or twice a month.

Swiping up, he’s greeted by his photo gallery, opened the night prior for this cause.

In his locked gallery awaits dozens of photos of you.

Obviously none were taken by him!

Wakatoshi’s a creep, but one with manners and boundaries.

This gallery is cluttered with headshots of you from the school’s official website, silly photos of you that were sent into the college athlete’s group chat, and his favorite– photos of you from your close friend who sells them to him at fair prices, starting at $10 minimum.

None are suggestive. But they still rile him up, maybe because the only connection he has with you is through your early morning activities.

Wakatoshi desperately taps on the newest picture he bought for $40, quadruple the usual price– he can hear your breath hitching, and he knows you’re almost done.

He wants to finish with you so bad.

He was going to save this picture for next week, when he knows you’ll be gone for the fencing nationals and he’ll have to cum without you for an entire miserable, dreadful, god-forsaken week–

but he doesn’t care now. Nothing matters.

It’s a glorious photo– when he heard your friend had it, he had grabbed her by the shoulders and demanded a price.

You. On the beach. Under an umbrella. Lying on a purple towel.

He had paid an extra ten dollars for the motion picture– so he could watch you go from ass up onto your back, breasts jiggling and cheeky smirk in full action.

That’s enough.

He holds his fist tight–one more pump and he’s finished, but he wants to make sure you’re cumming first– and he hears it– to his relief, you’re moaning and whispering– “‘m cumming!”

Yeah, he’s cumming too. His hips lift again, and he drags his closed fist downwards against his wet cock. His vision blurs.

“Fuck!”

He can’t help it, today’s orgasm is especially strong, taking control of his full body. He’s shaking, mind barely in control as he continues to slowly pump to ride out the whole orgasm. After all, that’s what you’d do, right? You’d keep riding him, even as he finished and begged you to stop.

Thank God we came together.

Sometimes, you bait him. More often than he likes, you switch it up, holding yourself back and not allowing yourself to cum before masturbating all over again for an even more powerful orgasm. Those days suck– when he’s already softening, cum all over his large hands, and you’re still going.

He hears your bed squeak, and he sighs– as soon as it starts, it’s already over.

6:45 AM, his phone reads. Wakatoshi tosses it aside.

Thankfully, he had pulled his phone away in time, avoiding tainting the device with his release. A few times a month, he gets careless and cums onto an open picture of you, causing him to have to run through his shower extra fast so he can leave time to wipe down the device.

Rolling off the bed, he heads towards the shower leisurely. It’s also become a part of his routine to time his shower. It makes him feel even more intimately connected to you.

Wakatoshi’s grateful you take long showers– you’ve never taken less than 24 minutes to shower, typically, they last about 34 minutes on average. That gives him the time to jump out first and wait to exit his room at the same time you depart from yours.

Under the heat of warm water, he’s usually consumed with thoughts of you, impossible thoughts, like maybe you know.

The wall between you and him is equally thin, and your hearing may be as equally good as his…

Maybe you know, and you like masturbating with him.

And then, just as a precaution, he douses himself with cold water at the end of his shower, and those thoughts dissipate with the steam escaping towards the vent.

Like everyday, Wakatoshi laces his shoes, sprays on his favorite cologne (that your friend claims you like) and inhales, bracing himself to see you.

As he hears your feet shuffle, he pushes his door open first, stepping out into the warm hallway.

“Good morning, Wakatoshi!” You greet, eyes brightening. He nods, gulping. That’s an acceptable form of greeting, right?

As the two of you walk towards the elevator in silence, Wakatoshi can’t help but hope that this morning routine won’t be coming to a stop anytime soon.

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a/n and that's a wrap :,) i really hope you liked and sorry the ending is highkey shit LOL as i kept editing i kept adding and removing more and more and honestly that's kind of my biggest weakness:: i'm never satisfied with my work and i'm scared ppl won't like it ... but i'm trying to overcome that!

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mikichko · 15 days

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ushijima has one of your engagement pictures framed and hung so it's visible as soon as anyone enters your home.

it's a bit out of character for him, honestly. incredibly ornate, immense, and dramatic.

and it's not that he doesn't partake in romantic gestures, you'll never deny that. but, his gestures are usually intimate and reserved for the two of you. his love for you and how he honors it is meant for you and you alone.

to ushijima though, this picture is a testament to your love. something that shouldn't only be framed but displayed for everyone to see. for those who step foot into your home to understand that this is one, if not the proudest achievement of his life. to understand the adoration and devotion that's housed within these walls.

it resembles an art piece, from the positioning down to the framing. at 147cm wide and 112cm tall, it takes up the majority of the wall opposite the entryway. it's frame is thick midnight wood, with waves carved by hand that glint with the gold and bronze finish. the sloping profile of the frame reminds him of the sea, it's tide, and the pull the moon has on the salty body. looking at the picture, it's easy to see you are his moon.

in the picture, the sunlight filters through gaps in the clouds, a glow surrounding your figure. highlighting your body's movements as you're captured mid-laugh. you're tucked into ushijima's right side, an arm wrapped around you securing you to him. head thrown back, silent laughter escaping your lips, with rays of light highlighting patches of your skin, ushijima is captured by you. in that moment, his torso turns towards you, eyes soft as he gazes at you with such affection you'd have missed it if not captured. in that frozen moment, with unabashed loving looks and gentle smiles, ushijima wakatoshi is captured at his happiest.

a/n: trying to get the code writing out of my head and get the real writing in there but as you can tell im still fighting that battle LOL

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satantica · 2 months

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haikyu boys ask you to be their valentine - pt.3

characters: miya atsumu, kenma kozume, wakatoshi ushijima

cw: fem!reader and the characters are NOT in a relationship yet

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pixiefms · 7 months

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the singular shared braincell was working overtime that day

#my fools #i love them #silly boys #haikyuu #kageyama tobio #hoshiumi kourai #ushijima wakatoshi #hq #hq kageyama #hq hoshiumi #hq wakatoshi

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mrs-kodzuken · 2 months

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Can I have a timeskip!Ushijima comfort fic? Like Ushi doesn't understand the concept of skinship like holding hands and hugs so he often shrugs off reader's attempts in skinships, which of course made reader feel sad ㅠㅠ

Thank you and have a nice day! <3

Understanding you ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: slight angst to comfort/fluff

CW: fem!reader, inexperienced in relationships!Wakatoshi, slight angst from ushi :( , fluff and comfort all in the end :)) , maybe some self deprecation from reader, best friends with tendou, communication is always key

note: thank you for requesting this! I hope it’s up to your expectations, sugar!! <3

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Being the girlfriend of the Wakatoshi Ushijima was something I didn’t expect would hurt this much. As his girlfriend, I understood the importance of volleyball since it quite literally is his career path. However, being in a relationship is a whole other aspect to think about.

There never really was anything that really stood out to me about his wrongdoings. He always made it to every dinner plan, he didn’t forget the classic month to month anniversaries, he seemed like he was just a gift from heaven.

I knew it was too good to be true when I realized we, or I, was severely lacking in the physical department of our relationship.

Ushijima and I never really got closer within touching or skin-ship distance. That really sucked for me and hurt my feelings since he aced every other aspect of our relationship, no pun intended.

I wasn’t sure if he was just uncomfortable with touching me or if he had some kind of weird feeling about touching me. However, with physical touch being my number one priority of love language I wasn’t sure how to go about telling him my feelings.

Giving Wakatoshi free rein to plan out his schedule, except for date nights, was a must. He is a grown man and I’m not his mother, but I always felt bad when there was something important, like this, to be talked about.

I couldn’t help but to bite my lip as I stared at our private text messages. His contact name, ‘Ushi baby’ stared right back at me whilst I tried to work up the courage to send a text.

Deciding against it, I threw my phone onto my bed and sighed loudly. He was at practice and had a game tomorrow so I didn’t want to bother him or cloud his mind with meaningless things like what I need to talk about.

I couldn’t help to wallow in my own pity. The clock on my white painted walls doing nothing but making the sound of ticking throughout my room which eventually annoyed me enough to leave.

It was around the time for Ushi’s practice to be over and I really wanted him to come over, I just didn’t know how everything would go.

Whenever we had first started dating I got introduced, and interviewed, by Wakatoshi’s best friend, Tendou. And now, Tendou was one of my closest friends so I decided to call the Chocolatier himself for support.

After the phone had rang for three seconds it picked up, “Hello! Hello!” the familiar voice sounded throughout my kitchen.

“Hey Ten! I am in need of advice and company.” I admitted due to the facetime call revealing his apron on with some stains of colors on it.

“Oh really?” He asked, drawing out the ‘really’.

“Yes, really. I need to talk to Wakatoshi, I’m just not sure how. Any ideas?”

“That depends on what you’re going to talk to him about. Saying the wrong thing could make him easily misunderstand what you mean and vice versa.” Tendou tried to poetically explain, as if I didn’t already know that.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m feeling a bit.. lonely in our relationship lately. I need more physical affection from him and I’m not sure how to really bring it up because times that’s happened before.”

That little spill from me made memories pop up into my head of Ushijima rejecting my attempts for physical love.

I could only remember how he shrugged himself away from holding my hand or kissing me after I brought him a well-balanced lunch meal one day during practice.

I never felt more embarrassed or ashamed in my life. My own boyfriend rejected my advances to give him, and to receive love from him in front of his entire team.

It wasn’t the only time that that had happened. I tried doing it behind closed doors just in case he didn’t like publicly displaying affection. However, that didn’t work either when he moved away from me one night after being out to dinner.

From that point on it’s just been messaging, very little facetime, some phone calls, and occasionally visiting each other’s apartment. I wasn’t sure how to proceed with this, and I certainly didn’t think it was anywhere near enough to breaking up.

However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt my feelings nor have been continuing to hurt them. Whether on purpose or not.

With Ushijima being a member of the Schweiden Adlers, I knew some of his teammates and occasionally talked with them about how my boyfriend was doing time to time.

However, I couldn’t help to not reach out to them within the last couple of weeks. I didn’t have the courage to confidently ask about him.

Tendou’s voice brought me back to where I needed to be, which was having this conversation to communicate my needs across to him.

“And since knowing him for a while helps my understanding, I think a simple conversation would do the trick. Honestly, I’m not sure why you called if you knew that too?” He questioned me, eyes peering dangerously close to mine through the tiny phone screen.

I bit my lip, “It’s just… he has a game tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin that by spouting dumb nonsense about how I’m not feeling this or that from him.”

Growing up, I’ve always considered other peoples thoughts, opinions, feelings before mine. It was just the kind of person I was, and now it hurts me the most when I need to express myself.

“Girl. Fuck that game.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Yes Wakatoshi loves his career and it’ll always be there but you’re something in his life that can disappear at any moment. I think he’d want to know,” Tendou tried reasoning with my dumb logic as he pointed a wooden spoon in my direction.

I gave up. I knew in the back of my mind that Tendou was definitely right and I wasn’t but it was my own self that was keeping me from doing what I needed to do.

“Alright, I think I’ll ask him to come over tonight then.” I tried to say confidently after I made up my mind of what needed to be done.

“Great! When I’m in Tokyo next I’ll be sure to bring a little something for you and him.” Tendou winked at me before ending the facetime call.

That only left me to do one thing, text my boyfriend. I quickly sent him a text asking if it would be okay for him to come over after practice.

My nerves were all over the place as I waited for the tall, olive haired man to show up at my place.

Soon the door bell brought me out of my mind trance and when I opened the door I saw the one and only Ushijima.

“Hey Toshi, come in,” I widened the door after taking a good look at him.

It seemed like he came here right out of practice, he was still in his whole practice uniform. His usual stoic face didn’t change once I sat down on to my living room couch.

“Is something the matter, (Y/n)?” He bluntly asked, getting straight to the point with me.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, “Yes, Toshi. There is something the matter. My feelings are hurt and have been hurt for a while due to the lack of physical touch in our relationship.” I paused for a moment to look over his face.

He seemed to be intently listening on every word I was saying which gave me the impression to keep going.

“I just want more skin ship with you like hugging, kissing, hang holding, or even just sitting beside you with arms touching. I feel deprived of that because you seem to always move away when I try to initiate it. Is there a reason or..?” I trailed off, finishing what I was saying and asking a question to see his side.

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, (Y/n). I don’t understand the idea of that. It makes you feel more loved than usual?” He asked, trying to work around in his head of what I had mentioned.

“Well, yes. Without it I feel upset or rejected by you sometimes.” I hung my head low a bit, it was embarrassing having to discuss this. However, I was always one to get embarrassed or ashamed at anything I needed.

“I will try, for you.” He promised, his large hand reaching over to me and placing it on my knee. He was very warm and it traveled through my body.

I smiled a bit, “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

I scooted closer to him on the couch and he gave me his one million dollar small smile that I love. His arms wrapped around my shoulders whilst I hugged his torso. His lean but built, very built, body touched my soft one, I loved this feeling.

We stayed like that for a minute, nothing heard but the low volume of my living room TV and our breathing.

“Thank you, Toshi. I really appreciate that you’ll try for me.” I pulled away, already missing the hug but needing to say that to his face.

“Of course, love.” His hand came up to caress my face and I leaned into his touch.

The aching in my heart and body went away after discussing that with him. It was all just a bit miscommunication which was easily fixed after I expressed what I needed to.

I couldn’t be more content.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed anon!! I’m terrible at writing for Ushijima but thank you for helping me extend the people I can write for :))

you all know my header rules, if not see pinned post!!

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hiraethwa · 4 months

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the collection - one summer day

pairing: ushijima x reader summary: where you did not expect to fall for shiratorizawa's future ace warnings: slice of life, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, childhood trauma, swearing, set in 2010 (2 years before the pre-timeskip events), maybe some smut, best friend!semi, (did i mention angst??) a/n: rewatching haikyuu which has inspired me to write again after 5 years of break... this is going to be a long ride so buckle in folks! thank you for your support! tags: send me an ask to be tagged!

࿐00 guidepost. ࿐01 clear skies. ࿐02 fly high. ࿐03 shining light. ࿐04 new dawn. ࿐05 saturn i. ࿐06 saturn ii. ࿐07 sun and moon. ࿐08 (coming soon)

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kairismess · 5 months

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the best way to heal. – ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader

🏐 genre: fluff with a dollop of angst.

✒️ word count: 1289

💭 summary: you broke it off with your good-for-nothing ex, and while managing the volleyball team distracted you for a little bit, the pain still subsisted. that was until the most unlikely of boys to help cheer you up and forget your problems helped made you feel the one thing no other boy or lover you've ever has had: truly loved.

💗 special mentions: @zdenque @xoxo-cha

❗content warnings: mentions of starvation and self-deprecation. reader discretion is advised.

you tried to keep your tears in and smile your way through the searing pain left in your heart as you involuntarily reminisced the phone call between you and your ex, the one where they broke it off with you so coldly that it didn't feel like you two spent nearly all of junior high and the first two years of highschool together. you couldn't say anything to keep them, all you could do was choke back your tears and mumble out that you hope they'd do okay with their life, even without you.

a part of you felt like that was a huge lie, though. how could you wish someone who you loved dearly a good life they don't even want to spend the rest of it with you?

that's just the way things go, though, you thought to yourself as you rubbed at your eyes to keep the tears from spilling out. tendou and semi once caught you sobbing to yourself when you were getting the mops in the storage closet, you couldn't stomach it when they asked you what was wrong, if you needed anything, or if something happened. despite knowing and feeling the unrelenting pain in your chest and throat at the thought of it, you had to lie, it was second nature to you to mask up your feelings.

it wasn't just them, though—nearly everyone on the team caught on to the changes in your behavior, many of them were asking you to please take a break if you weren't in the right headspace, but you always insisted that you were fine, just a little... a little tired, was all. you sat down on the bench, absentmindedly taking notes about things you couldn't even process, your head being empty except for your ex's voice popping into your head every now and then, reminding you that they didn't want to stay with you anymore. you stopped writing and let out a shuddered sigh, a few tears pricking at the corner of your eyes.

"...you don't seem fine, are you fatigued?" asked a low, rumbling voice from next to you. you turned to look up at them, with wakatoshi staring back at you with his iconic neutral expression and sharp gaze. you smiled at him awkwardly, telling him you weren't, well... maybe just a bit, mentally, but you promised him you'd be fine. he blinked in response, putting his water bottle down, sitting next to you on the bench, watching the practice match from the sidelines with you.

this wasn't really like him, he usually was on the court unless coach washijo would call him out for something, he never stayed to warm the benches; and it was a good thing too, because with all his bulk, you really felt like he had the capacity to break the bench cleanly in half if he tried. you twiddled with your thumbs, not looking at him, despite how eye-catching the big boy was. he turned his olive eyes down to look at you, noticing how silent you've been, as the others have pointed out. "...are you hungry?" he breaks the silence with that question, bearing his gaze onto you, not tearing his eyes away from you for even a second.

you couldn't remember the last time you ate, nor the last thing you ate—you did have some nights when you'd cry yourself to sleep, forgetting to eat dinner, and you couldn't even remember if you ate your breakfast that morning... you were too torn up and distracted by the overwhelmingly painful feeling in your heart at the fact you weren't wanted anymore by the person you loved most. you winced and shook your head reluctantly, but your stomach growled out for you, begging to have something in it.

you grew embarrassed at how loud your stomach was being, but wakatoshi saw no problem with your body having needs. to him, your body was a wonder; not in the sense of attraction or desire, but rather, your body was beautiful the way it was. you were enough to wakatoshi, and it left a bothersome feeling in the pit of his stomach that you couldn't see yourself that way.

the boy got up and went over to get the food he packed this morning. he came back with a full bento box that he himself picked out in the cafeteria, it was packed with protein-filled foods, your favorites, in fact. "eat up." he uttered with a throaty voice, looking at you as you shyly took the box and utensils from his hands. he took his seat next to you, keeping his eyes on you the whole time, watching you until you opened it up to eat. "but... this is your food, ushijima..." you murmured, bashful at the fact that he gave you his food. "...so?" "so... i can't eat this..." "...unless you don't like it, i won't force you to eat. but you need to eat, you're growing. and... it's the least i can do for you." he murmured, moving a little closer to you.

you felt your face grow a little hotter at what he said; and despite it being hard to find the appetite to eat after what happened to you... you didn't want to keep him nor your stomach waiting, so you thanked him in a shy mumble, with him nodding in response, watching you eat small portions of his food, gradually eating more and more, while the tears you were holding in starting falling down. the sound of your sniffles and your chewing blended together, with you not knowing if you wanted to cry or eat first. wakatoshi didn't mind that you cried, he honestly didn't know what to say or do else in this situation, so he handed you his extra water bottle and towel to clear your throat, replenish your fluids, and to wipe your tears.

he was silent, but he cared. he cared about how you were doing, even if it took him a long while to muster up the courage to make the first move. he was never the type to get all overly fussy or loving towards someone, let alone someone he was supposed to respect as his manager and colleague, never as anyone else; but you weren't just somone else to wakatoshi.

you were someone wakatoshi enjoyed being around. you were someone wakatoshi wanted to see smiling. you were important to wakatoshi ushijima, and through his little gestures... he made it known to you that he wanted to make you happy, even if he didn't know why you were sad or if he could be the boy to make that happen.

it was a strange feeling, to be given the first good taste of something after having such foul tastes in your mouth after the breakup. it hurt to think about, but knowing wakatoshi did something special, albeit ordinary, for you... it made your heart a lot lighter. you drifted your glistening eyes to him, and you swore you saw a hint of a smile on the usually stoic boy's face. it made you a little warm, seeing him look at you like that—but you can't, not when you're recovering from a heartbreak...

"...you're adorable when you eat." "ah, th-thank you..." "i might get more portions for you next time, just in case you forget to eat." "you don't have to, though..." "but i want to." he spoke in such a raspy voice, one that used to intimidate you, but now... kind of made you feel a flutter in your chest as he stared down at you, his sharp gaze not looking threatening, but instead... quite comforting.

you can't possibly be falling for him, though... could you?

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“Ughhhh…” you groan out in pain, as you lay on your side on the couch, a heating pillow resting on the lower part on your stomach.

Period cramps are a bitch but it’s still better than being pregnant, you’d rather take the pain over pregnancy any day.

Thankfully you have the day off, so you can wail in agony at home in peace, while your boyfriend is at his volleyball practice in Kodaira.

It’s late in the afternoon right now and Wakatoshi should be back soon from training.

Not even five minutes later, you hear the front door unlock and a sweaty 6’3 man with dark olive-brown hair and matching olive-colored eyes walks inside, taking off his shoes and neatly putting them aside and then putting on his slippers.

“(Y/N)? Where are you?” The Opposite Hitter asks while he looks for you in your shared apartment.

“I am here Toshi, I am dying.” You call back from the living room couch.

Frowning in concern, he quickly makes his way over to you, breathing out a sigh in relief when he sees you are unharmed. Well at least from his perspective.

“What’s going on? What makes you say you’re dying? You look in a normal state to me.”

Irked by his comment, you reply.

“Well, I am not in a normal state. I am bleeding the size of the Niagara waterfalls and my uterus cramps are killing me. Can’t you end my misery?”

Understanding now what you mean thanks to a prior educational lesson from his team captain Hirugami, he laughs a little bit at your dramatics.

“I love you too much to do anything to you, you know that. You go through this every month though right? And you are still alive and fine whenever it’s over.”

Growling a bit, you grit through your teeth.

“It’s super bad this month Toshi. I feel like Levi Ackerman is slaying the Beast Titan inside of me.”

Reflecting your words, he remembers the advice his captain gave him.

“How about this. You take a nice hot shower and I will order something for us. You want your usual from the Italian restaurant that we sometimes go to?”

Glancing at your boyfriend, you nod while still clutching onto the heating pad for dear life.

Slowly raising yourself from the couch, you waddle in your comfy clothes towards the bathroom for a nice hot shower.

Taking your time, Wakatoshi orders Italian for you, along with some sweet desserts that would help as well with your cravings and ordering some boba tea.

When you walk back into the living room, in your Pusheen pajamas, you almost get teary eyed as you see your favorite food along with a tiramisu, chocolate lava cake and strawberry panna cotta.

What did you do to deserve this guy?

When Wakatoshi walks from the kitchen inside the living room and sees your teary face, he thinks he has done something wrong.

“Did I do something wrong? Do you not like it?”

“Waka… W-Wakatoshi t-this is so n-nice.” You let the tears stream in happiness, your hormones going crazy.

Perplexed by your behavior, he sees you walking towards him and you give him a big hug while soaking his shirt with your tears.

“Eat something my love, afterwards we’ll watch some more of ‘Twenty Five, Twenty One’.” The brunette suggests.

You cry even harder at your partner’s sweetness and soft-heartiness.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @darthferbert

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jimporcs · 10 months

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Top 5 ACES

#haikyuu fanart #hq anime #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ojiro aran #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto kotaro #bokuaka #kiryuu wakatsu #hq wakatoshi #wakatoshi ushijima #karasuno #hinata shoyo

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natriae · 4 months

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Ushi gushi who u dated thru highschool and 2nd year college and he is getting hornier but all u guys have done so far is make out and hand job/fingering till u ask if he wants to go further and BOY does he and u see a side of him u never imagine 😍

HEHEH KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING RN

Ushijima Wakatoshi is no doubt the best boyfriend ever. He spoils you and always makes time for you. He would drop everything to go see you, but he's still wakatoshi. He has a hard time with social cues and displaying his emotions. You like to call yourself the 'Toshi master. Usually able to understand his affection and thoughts without him showing it.

He's remained the same since highschool. He stuck to the same routine with little differences in the past years. He'd wake up do his morning run, then go to class, practice, then shower and do his homework, and finally cuddle you to sleep in his dorm. Saturdays were specifically reserved for you. He tried to leave his comfort zone by taking you on dates, but you knew he perfered to stay in. You did too, so it was no issue for you to spend every Saturday with Wakatoshi at your house back in highschool. He found comfort getting groceries with you and helping you clean. He found comfort in really anything that took his mind off his family.

There was a lot of feelings that Wakatoshi missed out, but with therapy and you supporting him along the way he got better at understand what he was feeling. Being away from his mother definitely helped as well.

Even with all his amazing qualities there were sometimes you felt insecure in your relationship. Going to college was a much different territory for both of you. Students from all around Japan went to school with you guys. At Shiratorizawa no one really talked to 'Jima because they were scared of him but here you can't remember a game where some girl wasn't flirting with him. Or even listening to how far your friends have gotten with their boyfriends. It's not that you want to force 'toshi out of his comfort zone, but sometimes you think he doesn't like you..like that. Almost like it's out of obligation.

After date night he asks if you want it instead of getting in the mood. Almost like it's apart of his routine. You guys eat, come home, he kisses you a bit and fingers you till you cum, and then he washes his hands and kisses you goodnight. You want him to do it for his own pleasure.

"everything okay?" He asks once he finishes washing the dishes. He walks over to the small couch you sat on while in deep thought.

Looking up at him you smile at his cute face. Bring your arms up signaling you want a hug. Lifting you up he places you on his lap as he sits down. You legs draped over his as your wrap your arms around his neck, resting your head on his chest. "I guess, I've just been thinking...'Jima you find me attractive, right?" Looking up you watch as he nods his head. His eyes srunching a little in thought. Your hand resting on his chest feels his heart begin to beat a little bit faster. " um, remember when Tendou had-um- remember in highschool when tendou was quite aroused and everyone made fun of him?"

"his boner?" Ushijima states unbothered.

Your face reddens at his outburst and you nod your head. "well why don't- you dont seem to get that when your with me, and I was worried that you dont feel that way about me, and I don't want you to be doing anything you find uncomfortable if you dont feel that way about me." While you ramble you start to feel a small poking at the side of your right butt cheek. "'Jima?"

His faces flushes a bit and his heart beats after as he brings his lips into his mouth. "I do feel that way about you." He says, not looking into your eyes.

Bringing your hand up to his cheek you move his head so the two of you can look at each other. "why don't you ever show it?" you pout.

"i don't want to make you uncomfortable." He tells you, face remaining unmoving. You watch as his pupils expand looking into your eyes. "Meditating usually helps it go away." He tells you like it was a serious issue. You giggle and move into kiss his lips.

"Do you still have those condoms Tendou gave you?"

His single nod is all you need to tell you that tonight you won't have to worry about Wakatoshi's attraction towards you.

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1richsetafire1 · 4 months

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haikyuu sketchbook doodles while i rewatch in anticipation of the movie!!!

#haikyuu #artists on tumblr #artwork #haikyū!!#ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu ushijima #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa #oikawa torū #hq wakatoshi #haikyuu wakatoshi #oikawa toru

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bubbleteaa · 11 months

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When I was your man [Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader]

the icon that I used for this header is from Juli @s-hoyo ! Please support her work, you can find the rest of her work here

when I was your man;; pairing: singer!ushijima wakatoshi x fem!reader fandom: haikyuu!! genres: fluff but mostly angst. from lovers to strangers! au pt. 1 word count: 2.1K-ish

a/n: this is a prompt that came to my mind while the ushi bots were sad ajhdjsj, so i want to thank to the cheese cult for basically giving me the idea<3 i love you all. I hope you enjoy and like this! Please take care and know that I love you! [update] I’ve been writing this for now, 3-4 months. It ended up been so long that I decided to separate it on 3 parts. I want to apologize dearly for not been as active as ever, irl sucks and I haven’t feel really well lately. I will try to catch you with you guys, because thanks to you I feel appreciated and that my work is valid. Thank your for been here for me even though I haven’t been there for you. I love you

This is for baby K @ushiwakaa, I wanted at the beginning to just do something angsty to fuck a little but it ended up in so much HAHAHA. Thank you for all the laughs, tears and smiles you’ve provoke on me mama, you are one of my closest friends and you deserve everything (and all the ushis) in this world. I’ll try to upload all the parts soon but you know I always end up procrastinating HAHAHA. Anyway, I am really thankful baby, I love you so much. Thanks for been my friend, hubby, wifey and partner in smutty and domestic fluff times. I love you more than I can explain, so yeah :confounded: now I am going to stop befor you think I am obsessEEEED with you :pensive: smh, enjoy this shitty thingie ig. Te amo mami<3

I wrote this 3 years ago oh man. This is my official come back from my hiatus.

Summary: He was too young and too dumb to realize that he should’ve bought you flowers, and held your hand. That he should’ve gave you all his hours when he had the chance. And that he should’ve take you to every party because all you wanted to do was dance. But now is too late, because he is no longer your man.

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His hands skillfully played the piano in front of him, knocking out the keys with softness immersed in the musical notes he was reading calmly. Semi had composed the song and was still missing the lyrics. Both of them were sure that they had to find a contrast between the sadness and the passion of abandonment. That was his project. Ushijima was convinced that he would find the inspiration to write it and then sing it.

He always finds something to inspire himself.

He hummed to the rhythm of the song, his voice hoarse invading the small space of his study. He closed his eyes lightly, barely reading the notes written on the bond paper in front of him. "My pride, my ego, my needs, and my selfish ways" he stopped immediately, grabbing a pen and his notebook, writing the first line that had occurred to him all afternoon.

It was difficult, he wasn't going to deny it. Being an artist, a public figure. His private life and relationships were exposed; it was not as if it affected him, the pain was accompanied by fame. Resignations went hand in hand with money and criticism was the dessert of talent. In any case, he could not complain or regret the path he had chosen: his songs were always within the top 3 hits of Japan, every time.

He had met many people throughout his life; critics, singers, composers, musicians. He had also met friends, acquaintances, enemies, competition and one-night lovers. The last ones always stayed in that: in one night. Or morning. Or evening. It depended on whether he was on tour or not, if he was tired or not. If he was feeling touch starved or not.

The loneliness of his life was a plus for the lyrics of his songs; Which was also a disadvantage. The public liked to hear the suffering, the sadness, the regret; they loved to see the tears of pain in the singers' eyes, they were excited to hear them with a broken voice halfway through the concerts, it made them burst with emotion to see them ask for forgiveness, ashamed of feeling emotions. Ashamed of being human.

The public, the market, the producers: they were all the same. They all sought to try to unmask and mix the personal with the work. Everyone sought to find those precious jewels in the artists' lives, which were neither gold nor diamond.

It was the heart.

Ushiwaka, as he was known, had not yet been exposed. His cold and dense attitude in front of the camera and his fans was captivating and sickly. Not in his music videos, not in his interviews, not at charity events. There was nothing that could get through those barriers that he had built. The industry was difficult, it was harsh, it hurt and, even in certain cases, it killed members of itself.

But he was different, because the industry was not what motivated him.

It was you.

"Ushi" blinked lightly upon hearing your voice. Usually you didn't interrupt him when he was working, or when he was thinking, or at any time "Can we talk?"

Your voice was sweet and smooth. It reminded him of his voice when he was just a child; his father had told him that at some point he would change and that he had to value the gift he had. He had to make it flourish. And he made it flourish, among other things. He also made the songs he had written with his lips to your skin flourish, and also made your feelings for his person and not for her public figure flourish.

Your voice was so beautiful and sweet, it surprised him that you weren't a singer. Truth be told, your connection to the world of music was him. And your work, which had stopped being very recurring when you decided to have a hidden relationship with him. Only a few friends, his manager and his father knew about your relationship with him. And, in the category of ‘a few friends’, only Tendou and Semi entered.

"I'm in the middle of a song, baby," he replied simply, looking at you.

Baby. That had been his pet name for you; just for you. That's what he called you when he wanted to kiss you, or when he wanted to hold you in his arms. His baby. His queen. His owner. You were his mantra, you were his promise, his oath. His inspiration.

You were everything he loved, even though he had a hard time showing it, saying it, but never thinking or feeling it. You were the only light within that hell in which he worked, his inspiration, his muse. His songs, his words, his emotion bathed in promises.

You were the love of his life.

"Uh, yeah. I was thinking…” You looked away for a few seconds, the atmosphere of the studio seemed to hang by a small thread, staggering between pain and indifference “I really need to talk to you”

“Right now, I can't, baby. Later"

His eyes snap back to the notes Semi had made. In his notebook he writes a draft that he surely would not use later.

Music was his passion, his dream, his talent. It consumed so much effort, desire, emotion. It sucked his soul to his barely core until he spent hours and hours looking at a notebook with nothing written inside it; It ruined the dates he had with you, canceled the small displays of affection that were prepared for the strands of your hair nor for your pink lips.

The music was so beautiful, but it was a curse. The cross with which he would carry all his life, the reason for the vast majority of regrets that would come after that conversation.

"I want to break up with you, Wakatoshi"

Your words are poisons, an excessive mission. It takes his breath away, little by little by little. His eyes widened immediately, slowly. The blood inside his body turns and stops running, his heart beats slowly, but aggressively.

It is the same sentence that materializes it. He becomes a piece of glass, the same object that seems to burst - metaphorically - against some wall.

"What?"

He needed to be sure of what you said.

He needs it not to be true.

He needs to know that it was a joke. One way to make him pay for his negligence towards you.

"I don't think we're working," you go on, looking at him with a sad sparkle in your eyes. “I don’t think we have worked in months… I know you don’t love me anymore, though” his love for you grew and grow every day. It was so big and caring that it was impossible to write about it, but what it would have been of him without you "And ..., and ..." It seems that you are about to cry, your sweet voice breaks in the silence of the room "And I have fallen in love with someone else during our relationship”

These are words that are buried in his head. They consume him. His instinct prevents him from crying, or yelling at you, or insulting you. His instinct tells him that he must control himself, that, above all, he loves you. He loves you so much that he knows he was not the one.

Not the best.

Not the most loving, nor caring.

Not the one who would marry you.

Not the one who would wake up next to you for the rest of his life.

Not the one who would have children with you.

Not the one who would protect you.

Not the one you love.

“I understand" and he does. He would also hate himself; he was sure you hated him "Can I ask you a question, at least?"

His voice seems to fight the urge to stop. The curiosity is killing him, strangling his hopes, his eyes, his heart.

“Yeah…”

“Is he better than me?” he needed to know. He needed to.

Falling in love was not part of the plan, falling in love was not part of his dream. A dream that was neither written nor intended to be. Love was as misleading as the facets he showed to his fans, love was a lie, torture.

Loving you, hurt.

"He is loving" was the only thing you could answer him. He noticed that your voice sounded sore "It's different, Ushi" you added, covering your face "I'm sorry"

"Okay" he managed to be able to articulate his words "If you want I can pack my things, I'll call the moving agency" it was stupid to think of you when he should be selfish; fight for your love, show you that he was the one.

"I don't want to stay here, Ushi. I am sorry, I am truly sorry"

Your words break his heart a little more. "Okay, do you want me to help you pack?"

"I already did it, I have everything in my car already"

His lips open in a small "o" but cannot make any sound. He looked away immediately "I understand" as he blinked several times, feeling his eyelashes moisten "Sorry, for not making you feel loved"

He doesn't want his words to hurt you, but they hurt you. It hurts to hear them and it hurts more to say them. There is nothing after that, just the footsteps of the love of her life walking away.

When he hears your car's engine start, his elbows collide with the piano keys; for the first time in a long-time, he allows himself to cry, he just breaks that rule. Not exaggeratedly, not as he would like. The miscellaneous sound of the instrument makes him lose his patience, and makes him feel guilty. Droplets of salt water run down his cheeks, hit the object's white keys, and stay there.

❥•°❀°•༢

They remain there for two years.

He didn't know how he survived in such a big bed. But he knew he avoided it at all costs, he slept in the study, on the sofa, on the floor, in Tendou's house, in Semi's apartment. He slept everywhere, but still did not recover sleep.

He convinced himself to wish you the best even when you cut all your connections to him. You changed your phone number, closed all your social networks - you actually blocked him, but he did not want to accept it - and you disappeared from his life. Like ashes in the wind. You slid down his fingers, too fine and small for his pain-filled world.

You deserved better than him.

You always had.

If he were a workaholic before, now he wouldn't stop working. He made sad, monotonous songs. Never talking about love, actually. Well yes, but in metaphors. He talked about plucking flowers, how to destroy rose bushes, how to ruin the most beautiful garden.

How to get away from his life.

It is very pathetic, to tell the truth. For being a musician, his apartment remains silent for most of the day. Being famous he hides from the cameras more than before. Being Ushiwaka, it is easily destroyed by your memories.

It is killing him.

"You can erase the lyrics, but not the memories," he says to himself, reading the new draft he wrote. "It takes courage, but not money-

You are taking my life away from myself.

My heart thumps thinking of you.

I sowed spite in my eyes for you,

My lips keep remembering your petals,

I lost the stems of your fingers,

The feeling of your words over my temple,

I lost every single day, night, dance,

I lost you-”

"Hey, I just came to check how you are" the voice of Semi suddenly interrupts him, hoarse voice fill with patience “You haven’t answer my messages and Tendou is kind of worried, since he is on tour and everything” his eyes traces a silent whimper all over Ushijima’s figure.

“I forgot to charge my phone” he responds; a lie,of course, his phone reminded a few centimeters away from his hand, in a particular way suspended over the wood table, recording.

“Ah… I understand. You want to, you know…, hang out?”

If he wasn’t famous or heartbroken, he would have said yes.

If he wasn’t overwhelmed by an old love, he would have said yes.

If you weren’t in any picture of him so near of his memories, he would have said yes.

“I am working on my new album”

Those words are enough to push Eita away. He doesn’t mean to just..., stop. But knowing Wakatoshi’s ego and pride, it didn’t matter how much he wanted to help his friend. There was always going to be a barrier between them. He was just a swan, Wakatoshi fly higher than him, anyway...

He could see everything but never himself, “Ah” he replies, ruffling his dyed hair, “Then, I’ll be in the kitchen making some curry”

“Yeah”

Ushijima slowly reaches for his friend’s hand before he could leave. A cold and familiar sensation creeping on his torso, “Semi,” he mutters, eyes flickering on his grip, “can you promise me something?”

Seeing the great Ushiwaka stumble and fall wasn’t something that the public eye nor a lot of people in the industry will ever see. He was hard as the diamond..., but diamonds are easy to break when you hit them at certain angles; his weakest spot was his heart, that he resguard in an ice cage until her warmth arms came and melt his fortier down..., until her lips brought him sweet, innocent love..., until his body, voice, life, self was completely of hers.

Just to steal it and leave him with nothing.

“Of course, Waka”

“Don’t say a word to anyone else” he states under his breath, “Promise it to me”

Semi shifts on his spot, squeezing his hand, trying to convince him, “Sure”

Without any other word, Semi leaves him in the freezing lost feeling.

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satantica · 5 months

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asking haikyu boys to wear a maid dress - pt.3

characters: miya atsumu, kozume kenma, wakatoshi ushijima

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sachirobabe · 2 years

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Accidental cuddling | U. Wakatoshi x F!reader

Warnings: Cursing⚠️

An: repost from my wattpad

Female reader.

Wc: 1,341

"What else do we need?" You asked, taking your eyes off your clipboard for a second to look at Ushijima.

"More athletic tape because Tendou used it all." He answers, dusting his hands off on his shorts.

Currently the two of you were stocking up on things that were needed in the storage room. The boys volleyball team was heading to a training camp for a week and there was some very much needed stuff.

You being the manager, decided to make a neat list for the coach so he would know what to get tonight.

"I think that's it." He sighs. "Thank you for staying after, I'm sure you had other things to do."

You waved him off, "Not really, plus it's kind of my job." You finished with a laugh, earning a chuckle from him.

"But still, I kept you here late." He apologizes.

"It's okay, really." You assured. Once you gathered your things, Ushijima locked both the storage room and the gym doors.

Ushijima mentally thanked himself for showering and changing before the two of you went over things, now he has a chance to walk you to your dorm.

"Could I see the paper?" He asked. You nodded and handed it to him, he needed to take a picture and send it to coach.

Before he sent the picture he stopped, "Do you happen to have coaches number?" He says, knowing that he does have it.

"Yeah sure, I can text it to you." You say and take your phone out, ready to type his number. You sent it and saved his contact.

He smiled to himself, he managed to get your number without going through the awkwardness of asking. "Thank you." He says and saved your number as well. The two of you approached the third year dorms, nearing the end of spending time together.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N. Goodnight." He says after mentally preparing what he was going to say for the last 5 minutes.

"Goodnight Wakatoshi." You smiled and entered your dorm. Once you exited out of the shower, you did your nightly routine and got in bed, smiling to yourself that you now got your crushes number.

The morning arrived and the school day went on as usual, today was the first day of the one week camp. The team would leave right after school. You packed the last of your bag and began your walk to the front of the gym.

"I can't believe you got her num- Y/N!" Tendou catches himself as the two of them turned the corner and you were just getting out of your room.

"Oh- hey you two." You greeted. "You startled me." You chuckled.

"Sorry." The two apologized, you told them you were okay.

"Excited for the camp?" You asked, walking in the middle of them.

"Yes." Ushijima simply answered.

"I'm not excited for the car ride." Tendou sighs.

You raised a brow, "It's only an hour and a half."

"Tendou can't stay still for that long, he gets bored." Ushijima chimed in.

"I can sit still, but who's gonna entertain me?!" Tendou gasps, effectively making you laugh. You shrugged and kept walking, soon getting to the gym and getting your bags situated on the bus.

"Coach made us a seating chart because of what happened last time." Semi sighs, disappointed that he can’t chose freely where he’d like to sit.

"You can all blame Tendou's ass for that." You say remembering what happened last time.

Last time, Tendou was crawling underneath the seats to sit with everyone, he accidentally woke up the coach and scared him.

"Why'd you even do that?" Semi asked Tendou and they began to bicker playfully.

Soon enough you all got situated in the bus, you ended up sitting with Ushijima and Tendou sat right next to coach. Semi and Shirabu began teasing the red head.

"Hopefully he stays in his seat this time." Ushijima says out loud, gaining laughter from all over the bus.

You chuckle and agreed with him. You spent the bus ride resting your eyes and listening to music, not paying much attention the the others around you. Apparently you had actually fallen asleep because you felt someone slightly shaking your shoulder.

"We're here." Ushijima says.

"Thanks." You yawn and get out of the seat. You got off the bus and stretched your limbs, "How was your seat, Tendou?" You asked, already knowing how miserable he must’ve been.

He frowned, "It was so boring!"

"Maybe that'll teach you to not go crawling underneath the seats." The coach says as he got out of the bus. You all laughed at Tendou while he groaned, continuing to complain how the coach didn’t even listen to his recent theories he was interested in.

The coach explained about how rooms were done, he trusted Ushijima enough to let you two share a bed since there were a shortage of them.

He apologized for not having an extra room like you always had before, but you didn't really mind. You trusted all the boys and knew they wouldn't do anything.

Semi and Tendou also shared the other bed, the three of them got changed since they began their practice before dinner and then bed.

You took your time getting situated, making sure to keep everything clean, before you too went to the gym to watch them.

After dinner the boys took turns taking a shower, currently Semi was taking his sweet time, while an uncomfortably sweaty Tendou sat on the floor in front of the door.

"I told you to shower after me." Ushijima called out to him, already telling him off.

"I didn't know he'd take this long." Tendou whines, banging his head on the door and Semi yelling at him to stop.

"Was that extra round in that game worth it?" You joked. “You didn’t even win!”

Tendou playfully glared at you, but he fell backwards since he was leaning on the door and Semi had finally got out.

"Dude, what the hell are you doing?" Semi curses, jumping back.

"I was waiting for you to get out! You take so long." Tendou sighs and shuts the door, the shower turned on immediately after that.

"You shouldn't have showered after me." Semi grumbles and lays in his bed.

"I literally told him that." Ushijima says and he too lays down. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" He reassured.

"No, I'm good, really." You smiled.

He lets out a sigh of relief and gets inside the covers. You put your phone down on the nightstand, to charge, and turned off the lamp next to you.

You looked over to see Semi already passed out, snoring softly. "Goodnight." You politely say.

"Goodnight." Ushijima smiled to himself, he thanked to whoever was above that the light was off because he was sure that there was an obvious blush on his face. He was sleeping right next to his crush, the team would make fun of him tomorrow during warmups.

You faced away from him and he did the same. Sometime during the night you had gotten sick of sleeping on your right side, so you turned.

Ushijima had turned as well, he was slightly awake, you were so close to him, he could practically engulf you in a bear hug.

He accidentally put out his hand a little too far and it rested against your arm, you seemed to take the hint and scooted closer. He definitely wasn't expecting this—cuddling with his crush, in the same bed, at a training camp.

He tensed up and you immediately noticed, groggily you asked, "Is this okay?" His heart skipped a beat hearing your voice all raspy.

"Yes, are you?" He whispered. You hummed and snuggled in closer with him.

Now he was definitely going to be made fun of tomorrow, but that quickly slipped his mind as he began to think of ways to ask you out properly once the two of you got back from the camp.

*do not steal or plagiarize.

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