characters: hq captains (ushijima, daichi, bokuto) with gn!reader words, genre: 1.5k words, fluff + slight angst. warnings: none! summary:in love, there’s a moment where everything falls into place and you realize that there’s no one else you’d rather spend forever with. | part one (with oikawa, kuroo, kita)
USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI;
admittedly, ushijima is not the best at relationships
but you brought out sides of him that he didn’t know even existed
and because he’s so in love with you, he finds himself looking for ways to surprise you
he doesn’t hesitate to try new things because all he wants is to make you happy in the way you make him complete
damn, virgin x virgin smut is tough for me to write… don’t think ill be doing this trope again. but anyways I hoped you enjoyed… I really think I messed up Ushijimas personality here...
Part 3/3
Y/n’s heart was racing so fast, she felt like it would rip out of her chest any minute now. He was stoic, carrying her towards their bedroom making her clutch onto him tighter. He could feel her trembling a little, stopping and softly setting her down on the bed
“Are you okay?” He asked and she quickly nodded,
“Y-Yes! Just a little nervous” She admitted, fiddling with her fingers. There was a silence and she diverted her gaze, dropping it from his face, however her cheeks heated up when she caught sight of the semi erection against his pants.
“O-Oh! U-Um…” She squeaked and Ushijima shrugged, his gaze was sharp, watching her look anywhere but him. The more felt like it had passed and she trying to calm herself. However, she was surprised when he crouched down, looking up at her
“Y/n…” He asked and she hummed, finally looking at him
“I’m sorry…” She muttered making him raise a brow, “You don’t need to apologise… You’re not at fault.”
She bit her lip, fiddling with her fingers
“It’s just… I feel guilty… Because of me, your family has disowned us…” She mumbled, feeling her tears forming in the corner of her eyes. He didn’t say anything but his hand reached towards her. She held her breath when his fingers brushed against her cheek, tucking a loose lock of her hair behind her ear, watching her flustered reaction
“Only mother and grandmother have disowned me… But I have you and my father. That’s all I need” He answered, standing up. Her eyes followed him, and she stood up as well
“But… Its not right… She’s your mother–”
“–and you’re my wife.” He ended.
Y/n bit her lip, sniffling
“Wakatoshi…” She whispered in a trembling voice, when he held her hand
“You’ve been suffering all this time and I never realised… I don’t ever want you to cry like that again. I’m sorry you had to go through that…”
Y/n’s lips trembled, and she let go of his hand, only to crash against him, hugging him tight. She actually was still shaken about what had happened, it made her sick how forceful his family was. She felt like a breeding sow… It actually baffled her how Ushijima was the opposite of them.
He was so stoic and aloof, she realised it had to be because he grew up in that environment. Those women were utter nightmares. Her heart squeezed, imaging him as a child. His father lived far away, the one person he admired so much. The one who actually held warmth… It was no wonder Ushijima was clueless when it came to love and their marriage. She realised he was not cold at all, sure he had his bluntness from his mother’s side…
But he had his father’s warmth and sincerity. She remembered the scrap paper she found, when he had duly noted down Tendou’s pointers. The way he slowly began trying to change himself to make their marriage work.
And after how fiercely he fought for her happiness today, she realised just how much he loved her.
She realised just how much she loved him
“Wakatoshi, I love you more than you could imagine…”
Ushijima’s arms wrapped around her, she peaked at his face and despite it being expressionless, she caught sight of his bright red ears, making her giggle a little. She knew he was too embarrassed to say it but she didn’t hold it against him.
“Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…” He mumbled, making her lift a brow when he averted his gaze
“Number 7… When your wife says she loves you. You tell her you love her even more” He replied before looking at her blushing face
“…I love you…even more…” He muttered in embarrassment but she smiled, her tears finally flowing.
“Why are you crying?” He was worried, brows furrowing but she laughed, wiping her eyes
“These are tears of happiness, you silly man…” She muttered, confusing him. Y/n just laughed again, her sorrow washed over and he felt like he was entranced. She froze when his hands cupped her face, startling her when he looked at her with such intensity
That smile had done a number on him. He hadn’t seen her so happy before. Suddenly he realised why Tendou and his wife’s marriage was so strong. His bestfriend would always slip out his love for his wife, any chance he got. He wasn’t afraid of showing it. It made sense now, seeing how happy he was with her.
It was the power of love. Something he felt the moment he laid eyes on the woman in front of him. He didn’t understand what that spark he felt around her was, not until this moment. He had been in love with her, all this time
“Wakatoshi” She whispered but he pushed her back, until her legs hit the bed, gently seating her back down. His eyes were glued to her lips, watching them quiver lightly but it only made him lean forward, pushing his own lips against hers. She inhaled, holding her breath for a few seconds but despite her pounding heart, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him to deepen their kiss.
The gentle smacks of their kisses filled the room, she could feel the heat burning between their bodies.
Her legs felt like mush, pins and needles growing in the bottom of her feet but she didn’t care. It was finally happening, her fantasies coming to life. His eyes fluttered open when her tongue shyly swiped his bottom lip.
He was taken back… Parting his lips,
“Are you alrigh–”
He was confused, about to ask what happened but the moment his lips parted, she pushed her tongue into his mouth.
“Mmh!”She squeaked when he accidently bit her mid speech, pulling away.
“Ow…” She whined, sticking her tongue back inside her mouth, sucking on the soreness. Y/n felt embarrassed for how forward she had been. She hadn’t ever kissed someone like that and in the movies… They always made it look easy.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. He was experienced in this field either… He felt like a headless chicken, but he looked at her bright pink tongue, now worried if he hurt her.
“Show me…” He muttered, holding her jaw in his hand. Awkwardly, she parted her lips, sticking her tongue out and he was relieved she wasn’t bleeding, although the tip of her tongue was bright red.
“It looks sore…” He muttered but again, he admired the look on her face. Her expression was adorable, making hiss heart skip a beat.
“This might make it better…”
Y/n’s eyes widened when his face drew closer. He closed his eyes, kissing her again, going very slow. Y/n’s heart raced, only this time, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. It was a little uncoordinated, both of them tried to match their rhythm but their bodies were brimming from excitement.
She moaned softly against him, when he rubbed her tongue with his. His fingers dug into her hips harder, when he felt his dick beginning to rise. He never knew just how arousing her voice was. It exhilarated him that he was capable of making her sound like that…
“Mmh~ Wakatoshi” She panted when he pulled away, her cheeks were burning. He stood tall in front of her and now she felt shy again
“Is it still hurting?” Ushijima asked but she shook her head,
“N-No… I feel much better now” She muttered. Ushjima felt pleased that she wasn’t hurt, looking at her sitting on their bed below him.
“Y/n… Can we continue?” He asked her, watching her face coil into a fluster… She took sudden interest in her fingers, fiddling away at them before she finally answered
“Can I take a bath first?”
“No.”
Shocked, she gaped at him asking him why but Ushijima just shrugged,
“Won’t it make sense to bathe after having sex? We’re only going to get dirty again” He said so nonchalantly that she covered her face
“D-Don’t say it out loud!” She squealed, flummoxing him
“But you said you wanted to have sex” He answered, embarrassing her further.
“Wakatoshi!” She squeaked, “…I know I said it in the heat of the moment but when you say it so blatantly, it makes me embarrassed…”
Ushijima gave her a blank look. His wife was very confusing, it was clear she wanted to have sex but her words didnt match. He didn’t understand how to read women…
“So, I shouldn’t talk about having sex, while we’re having sex–”
His question was cut off when her palms pressed against his lips, silencing him. He gripped her wrists, pulling her hands apart, cocking his head to the side. Y/n was extremely flustered, her heart was racing. They both were super clueless but she decided to follow her instincts. He was silent, watching her trembling hands go towards the buttons of her dress.
Slowly unbuttoning it, he held his breath when he caught sight of her skin… The pink bra she wore underneath slowly peaking between the lapels… She remained composed, letting her dress crumple around her ankles, now standing in front of him in just her underwear.
“Um… Could we turn off the lights? I know I’m not fit like you are…”
She wasn’t going to lie, she was a little insecure about her body. He was solid all over but she wasn’t… Her mother in law once mentioned in dismay that Y/n had gotten pudgier after marriage…
Her arms covered her stomach but Ushjima gripped her wrists, pulling them from her body. He held them tight, scanning her figure before swallowing.
“You’re beautiful” He muttered, making her heart skip a beat… He could sense her uneasiness but he stepped away from her, removing his clothes, letting them join her discared dress.
(AN: Idk these days ive been into the muscular guy x chubby reader trope. Ushijima with a cute soft wife makes my heart mushy :3)
Y/n’s breath hitched, looking at him in nearly all of his glory. Unlike her, there was not a hint of fat. He was purely muscle… She felt ashamed for not being as health conscious,
“Waka… Please turn the lights off…”
“No.”
She squealed when he pushed her onto the mattress, caging her underneath him
“I want to see all of you…” He said softly, his hands now feeling up her sides. Y/n bit back her whimpers, her legs trembling when his hands slowly made their way to her breasts. She covered her eyes with her arms, mewling when he cautiously squeezed them. He stretched a hum in astonishment, making her peek at him.
“W-What?” She muttered, looking at his brows lift, almost like he was lost in thought
“It’s just like mochi…”
She was at a loss for words, she swore his eyes sparkled in delight but he hummed again, his hands massaging her through her bra, making her back arch
“W-Waka” She whined but couldn’t help but slide his hands underneath her back, his fingers fiddling with her bra. But his attempts at unhooking it, went unsuccessfully, frustrating him. Y/n felt a little amused, watching his brows furrow in frustration… He was trying his best to concentrate… Although she had been insecure about her breast sized, often being teased by her friends when they were younger… She couldn’t help but lift her chin, softly kissing his cheek, making him freeze
“Um… Let me show you how to open it…” She said shyly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He watched her turn, facing her back towards him while her hands reached for the clasp, releasing it with ease. Ushjima held his breath when she dropped the article on the floor. However, she didn’t dare turn around to face him… Instead her arms crossed, covering her bared flesh.
“Y/n, can I see them?” He asked but she quickly shook her head,
“Wait, I need to mentally prepare myself!”
Ushijima remembered one of Tendou’s tips again, recognising her efforts. It must have taken her a lot of courage to undress first…
She felt the mattress dip behind her, turning her head only to see him coming close. Looking away again, when his legs rested on either side of hers, his chest pressing into her back. She could feel his heart racing against her, making her realise that she wasn’t the only virgin in the room. He must have been equally nervous but he was trying for her sake.
“Are you prepared now?” He asked and she nodded, making him hum
“Ngh~”She tried to hold back her voice, her back arched slightly when his palms brushed over her tits.
“So soft…” He revealed, squeezing her pillowy flesh. Y/n’s breathing felt heavier and she almost squeaked when his fingers accidently brushed against her nipples.
He peeked over her shoulder, looking at her nipples… Amazed when he felt and saw them harden into peaks. He couldn’t help but remember certain chapters from Tendou’s wife’s book…
“O-Oh!~” She mewled when his fingers squeezed and rolled her buds between them. She suddenly felt the wetness begin seeping from between her folds.
“Does it feel good?” He asked and she nodded, humming because she had no idea how to speak in this moment. His hands were large, cupping her breasts with ease but they were so warm… She tried to settle herself against him but he wouldn’t stop his unintentional teasing with her nipples. As he experimented between flicks, pinches and tweaks, her moans were slipping, arousing him further. He couldn’t take it anymore, moving away from her. She didn’t have a second to recollect herself. He pushed her back down on the bed, now gazing at her breasts in their full glory.
He remembered the hentai mangas that Tendou would forcefully lend him when they were teens. Ushjima never understood the fascination his teammates had with the female body … He was always confused as to why, in porn and hentai, people always went for the breasts first… He never understood it until he saw hers right in front of his face
His lips felt dry and suddenly he felt the urge… He wanted to know what it’d feel like… Looking at the puffy nipples that harden when he teased them earlier. He felt like he was being coaxed…
Y/n let out a startled moan when his mouth engulfed one breast, her hand immediately clutched the back of his head, moaning louder when he began sucking on her nipple hard.
“O-Ouch! You’re being too rough” She whined and he eased up, letting his tongue eagerly swipe and circle her areola… She settled down, now feeling very turned on from how gentle he was trying to be, slowly sucking on her bud…
Her eyes opened, feeling his heavy erection pressing against her thigh. She glanced at it, looking at the obvious tent in his boxer.
Ushijima grunted, almost alarmed when he felt something rub against his cock. Pulling from her breast with a light pop, he glanced at her hand, palming him timidly
“I-Its not fair if you to do all the touching…” She barely muttered but he heard. He sat back, letting her sit up. Her fingers hooked into his underwear but she glanced at him
“Can I…?” She asked and he nodded, just watching her.
Y/n held her breath, pulling them down but she almost fell back when his cock sprang out so fast, smacking lightly against her cheek. Ushijima parted his lips, despite her being so flustered and embarrassed, he felt extremely aroused, looking at his cock mere inches from her face…
Y/n was very close to backing out… She had never seen an actual penis before… His looked like it could break her apart
‘There’s no way that’ll fit inside me!’ She screamed in her head but she couldn’t look away. She took note of every detail but aside from his size, she wanted to please him
Ushijima grunted, his chest rising when her hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly feeling it…
“It’s hot…” She muttered, feeling her hand warming… He swallowed, trying to control himself but her soft fingers innocently mapping his cock, making him throb when her finger rubbed his glans.
“Y/n…” He breathed her name and she peeked at his face, blushing when she saw him look so flustered… It was really cute…
“I’m not sure if I’m doing it right” She asked shyly and he nodded, his fist covering hers
“Like this…” He panted softly, leading her hand to his pace. She watched in wonderment, she could feel him pulsating within her wrapped fingers. Clenching her thighs, she squirmed against the bed. Her eyes caught onto the pre-cum sliding from the tip of his cock…
“Does it feel good, honey?” She asked him. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back, just humming. It felt so much better than when he did it by himself…
His eyes popped open when he felt a soft sensation against the tip of his dick. He gasped when he caught her in time to see her tongue shyly licking his cockhead.
“Ngh!” He grunted, his hands quickly fisting themselves into the back of her head, pulling her quickly off his dick
“S-Stop” He panted and she felt alarmed, “W-Was I not supposed to do that!?”
Ushjima’s cheeks were burning,
“You can but it feels too good… I don’t want to cum so fast” He answered truthfully before petting the top of her head, “We can do that another time…”
His eyes darted towards her thighs and he took note of the wet stain growing on her cotton underwear… Y/n gasped when his fingers pressed against the damp material, feeling against her slit. She whimpered when his fingers began tracing it slowly
“You’re incredibly wet.”
Y/n’s cheeks flushed, gripping his wrist shyly
“It’s because I’m with you…”
Ushijima curiously gazed at her face, looking at the genuineness swimming in her eyes. His chest warmed, both of them didn’t need to exchange words. Instead, he hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and she stood on her knees, letting him slid them off with ease.
His heart was racing, laying her down gently. She had closed her thighs, trying to hide herself form his view… But instead, she gave him a glorious view of her ass, squeaking when his hands began feeling her soft flesh.
“Wakatoshi!”
When he felt her body loosen, he quickly pulled her onto her back, his hands gripping her knees, holding her legs wide apart, making her squeal from shock
“D-Don’t look!”
Ushijima ignored her, his eyes were glued to her slick folds… He saw the thin stream of juices gliding down, her folds spread just enough for him to see her throbbing…
“It’s so pretty…” He muttered,
“Pretty!?”
One hand let go of her knee, slowly pressing his fingers against her folds, silencing her. She whimpered when his pointer and middle fingers traced up and down her puffy lips…
“If it hurts, tell me.” He said before his middle finger pushed between the slick slit, now tracing the inside of her slit. She mewled and whimpered, her chest rising with each deep breath. His fingers were much thicker than hers, it felt so much better.
He sneaked glances at her expression, watching her brows furrow in need. He spotted her clit, and she jolted when she felt a finger brush against it.
“Hah!” She moaned, raising her hips while he watched in fascination.
Ushijima was startled, he recoiled his hand worried she was hurt but she shyly gripped onto his wrist
“…It feels good when you touch it…” She muttered, making him raise a brow. He pressed his finger against it again, listening to the whimpers she let out. Y/n’s hand covered his,
“Like this…” She mumbled, making him slowly circle it. He took over, letting his fingers feel the small nub, before his thumb pressed against it. She took heavy breaths, letting him explore her body. The more she moaned, the more confident he felt, his other hand tracing her folds again, before he spread them between his fingers.
Y/n’s eyes opened again when she felt his hands move away, she was about to call out his name but he gripped her knees, pulling them over his shoulder. Ushijima’s mouth opened and he was about to press it against her pussy but she squeaked from shock, her hand pressing against his lips
“N-No! Don’t do that!”
He was puzzled, “But you did it to me?”
“…Um, like you said… We can try this out another time… I think I’ll faint otherwise…”
It was true, her heart was not prepared for oral sex yet… but Ushijima’s hands held onto her thighs, ignoring her. She yelped when his face dived between her thighs, his mouth pressing against her pussy.
“No~” She moaned, her hips twitching when his tongue greedily lapped up her juices. He let out an inquisitive hum
“It’s sweet…” He muttered, before spotting her clit.
“…It feels good when you touch it…”
Y/n released a pitchy moan when his tongue flicked her clit, she pressed her thighs against his face, trying to control herself but Ushijima was unrelentless, just a single taste had released his pent up hunger.
“W-Waka, please~” She mewled, shaking her head “S-Stop! I don’t wanna cum now” She sobbed and he dropped her legs to the bed. She watched him wipe his wet lips, licking at them before his hands felt her body all over.
She calmed down, when he focused back on her tits, moulding them between his fingers. Her hand reached out to caress his face, distracting him
“…Y/n?” He asked and she just smiled, reaching to hold onto his hands tightly
“Wakatoshi… I cant wait any longer… Can you put it inside?” She asked shyly, her fingers wrapping around his dick, making him grunt.
He sat up, getting up from the bed and she watched him turn to his bedside drawer, opening it. her heart was racing again when he picked up the unopened box of condoms, wondering when he had gotten them… But she chose not to ask, just watching him pick up the foil packaging between his fingers.
His brows furrowed, rolling the condom over his shaft and she held her breath when his hands rested on her thighs, cock resting over her pussy. Ushijima gripped his cock, trying to align it with her entrance but he grunted, not sure what he was doing.
“A little lower, I think…” She muttered, gripping his dick with him, leading him towards her aching hole.
“Here?” He asked and she nodded, “Y-Yeah…”
She bit her lip, closing her eyes in anticipation but he looked at her face, noticing her quivering bottom lip
“Relax, honey… If you’re tense, it’ll hurt” He muttered but she couldn’t open her eyes.
“Mmh…”She mewled when he kissed her softly to distract her. She instantly relaxed, focusing on his tongue that now glided better against hers than earlier. When he felt her stop shaking, he took a deep breath, pushing his cock inside her.
Her eyes flew open and she pulled away, her hands gripping his biceps, whimpering. She was about to look down but his hand cupped itself over her eyes, blocking her view
“Don’t look there. Look at me” He said, removing his hand and she gazed into his fierce eyes. Y/n let out a small smile,
“I love you” She sighed in bliss, biting back her tears making his heart melt. It was torture for his penis, it was begging for stimulation but he controlled himself. His hands found hers, holding onto them tightly before he slowly pushed through her weeping folds. She whimpered again, feeling the pain as his cock separated her tight walls. He grunted when he felt her squeezing onto him tightly
Finally he had managed to push all the way in, stilling his hips.
“Are you in pain?” He asked, feeling worried but she shook her head
“It hurt a little before but I think I’m good…”
Now that she could feel his cock inside her, she was delighted. She felt full but her hand excitedly pressed over her abdomen, smiling
“I can feel you from here…” She breathed but that was enough to send him over the edge. He slowly began thrusting his hips against her and she moaned, letting her head fall back on the pillow, mewling his name.
Ushijima was lost in his own lust, his slow pace suddenly picked up. He couldn’t get over the way those velvety walls gripped and squeezed onto him. Her voice sounded better than any music he had ever heard.
“You’re perfect” He admitted, moaning when she twitched against him. Y/n’s arms wrapped around his neck, while her legs crossed over his lower back
“M-More…” She moaned and he complied, going harder. Both of them were panting hard, her body
“You like it?” He asked and she hummed, nodding frantically
“I-I love it!” She mewled, letting herself get lost in the sensation of his thrusting cock. Ushijima could feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. Moaning, he kept going, but the moment he titled his hips, accidnelty rubbing against the bundle of nerves, she squealed, clutching onto him harder
“Waka!” She yelped, “O-Oh! There!” She moaned, “Right there…”
Grunting, he pinned her hips into the mattress with his, her legs going weak but her hands gripped his ass, feeling the breath leave her lungs. The way his body had pressed her into the bed, made her feel nothing but the way he kept fucking her.
His fingers sneaked between their bodies, experimentally rubbing her clit and that made her reach her edge. Arching her back, her moans danced through his ears when she cried out his name. He groaned when he felt her pussy grip onto him so tight before she came,
“Shit…” He panted, his thrusts became sloppy but he humped her hard, until his own climax reached. Ushijima hung his head down, moaning when he felt his cock spurt, filling the condom.
“Kiss me while you cum…” She panted, gripping his face to pull his lips against hers, he used that as his leverage to ride out his orgasm before they both slowed their thrusts. Letting go of her, they caught their breath and he pulled out, now looking at the mess they made on the bed…
Ushijima discarded the used condom before he lay down next to her, looking at her flushed face
“Was that good?” he asked her and she nodded, still panting
“A-Amazing…”
They made eye contact and let out a soft giggle, making his own brows soften. His arm slid under her body, pulling her against his side, letting out a content sigh
“…Why didn’t we do this before?” He asked and she smiled,
“We have our own pace and I’m kind of glad we waited now…”
Ushijima nodded, “I like sex.” He ended making her freeze before she burst out laughing from him bluntness
“Me too, I like having sex with you” She said making him feel pleased. She watched him sit up in curiosity, pushing herself up as well.
“Honey?” She asked, reaching for him and he gripped her wrist,
“Come here” He said and she obediently climbed onto his lap, letting him wrap his arms around her body
“What’s on your mind?” She asked him and he grunted,
“Nothing… I’m just happy that you’re my wife” He answered, making her cheeks heat up, peeking at his stoic face.
“I’m happy you’re mine too” She answered, resting her forehead against him. Ushijima sighed, his hands dancing up and down her sides, before he spotted the box of condoms by them, picking it up
They both stared at the box before looking at one another. She flushed, averting her gaze
“D-Do you want to do it again?” She asked shyly
“Yes.” He answered curtly, pushing her back down on to the bed
“Waka!” She giggled when he picked up a condom
“I know what to do now and there are some things I want to try out”
Y/n raised a brow, “What exactly do you want to try?”
Ushijima just shrugged, “I saw somethings in Tendou’s hentai mangas… Now I want to do them with you”
“Hentai manga… You read those kinds of things?” She asked, making his ears turn red
“Well… I am a man after all.” He hinted and her brows raised, realising what he meant
“O-Oh…”
Y/n giggled before she sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek softly
“C’mon darling, let me help this time” She cooed, taking the condom from his hands. Ushijima leaned back, letting his wife do what she wanted but more than the sex, he knew he was absolutely enamoured by her. This woman was everything he never knew he needed.
He would sacrifice his entire life just to see her smiling.
“Y/n.” He cut through and she looked up at him,
“I love you” He said and she flushed but her lips grew into a wide smile,
“I love you too!” She laughed
~
“So where are you taking Y/n today?” Tendou asked, bouncing Anzu on his lap while she laughed.
Ushijima leaned his back against the bench,
“Korean Barbeque.” He answered before smiling softly, “Celebrating”
Tendou grinned, “Oh man I love Korean Barbeque… What’s the occasion?” Tendou asked capturing Ushijima’s attention.
“She finally opening her own business. She had been studying and working really hard the last two years.”
Tendou let out a delighted cheer, “Its finally happening! I better get an invite for the launch party…Actually, you better let me cater it. With baby number two on the way and I’d like some additional work. Need to save up” The red hair said and Ushijima nodded,
“Y/n already said she will be contacting you.”
Tendou cheered again, making Anzu giggle at his antics. Tendou beamed, hugging the three year old, pressing his cheek against hers, gushing out coos of love for her
“To be honest, your wife is a super woman. I can’t believe she took on additional work, studied, passed her exams and opened her own business in just two years…”
Ushijima felt proud, he admired her oh so much. She was so dedicated to going back to what she loved doing. After the Olympics, he had finally taken time off to now being the supportive spouse before he would begin volleyball again. He spent the entire year being her support through every step of the way.
“You’re still not talking to your mother?” Tendou asked and he nodded,
“I have no interest in them.” He answered and his friend nodded,
“What about your father? He stayed with you guys a few months ago no?”
He hummed, remembering what a lovely time he had with his family. His bond with his father only grew stronger, but Ushijima did sometimes feel pain that his mother was out of his life…
However, it didn’t matter anymore to him
Both of them were distracted when they heard crying and Tendou quickly looked at Anzu, groaning
“Oh man, Zuzu! I told you not to do that” He groaned, leaning to pick her up while she suckled on her thumb.
“Sorry Papa! I playin with Eji!” She rambled and Tendou sighed before hugging her again
“Papa forgives you because you’re just too cute! But next time when Reiji-kun’s sleeping, you mustn’t wake him up. It’s not nice” He gently scolded her and she nodded
“Okaay!”
Ushijima just chuckled, bending down to lift the crying one year old from his pram, bouncing his son against his shoulder
“It’s alright Reiji… Anzu wanted to play with you” Ushijima tried explaining to the whimpering baby who calmed down when his father calmly unzipped the baby bag, pulling out his milk bottle. Reiji greedily suckled on his milk, settling down fast and Anzu looked at Tendou
Ushijima felt at peace, setting Reiji back down into the pram before checking his watch
“We’ve got the leave now Satori. Y/n’s going to be home soon” He explained and his friend grinned,
“Awe, its so cute seeing you in full house-husband mode. Need to be home so you can give her a welcome kiss, right?”
Ushijima nodded, not even hiding it, making Tendou grin
“See you soon!” He laughed, watching him friend walk away with his son.
Anzu climbed onto Tendou’s back, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck, making the scarlet hair man grin, holding onto her before standing up
“Shall we go home too Zuz?” He asked and she nodded, making him sigh happily. He was a very happy man after marriage, and it made Tendou happy to know his bestfriend was also living his bestlife. He remembered how clueless Ushijima was when he had first gotten married, chuckling to himself when he remembered how his bestfriend began noting down pointers in his little notebook every time they met and how Ushijima would provide positive feedback when Tendou’s tips worked…
He’d also tell Tendou what did not work.
Eventually Tendou knew Ushijima didn’t need any more pointers from the moment they had redone their wedding photos, now looking ecstatic in their photos.
The once clueless Ushijima was no longer clueless when it came to love.
(AN: I was very reluctant to make an Ushijima smutshot because truthfully, his personality along with Akaashi’s are the hardest to write for me. So im not very happy with this storyline but it was playing in my head for a while. I just went with the flow but sorry in advance if the storyline is boring…)
Sounds of bird’s chirping filled the room, the bright sunlight started gleaming from the cracks of the blinds, falling onto her sleeping face. She grumbled, squinting her eyes, letting out a groan.
Her eyes opened and the first thing her blurry vision focused on was the photograph on her bedside table. She looked at the photo she had taken with her husband on their wedding day, three months ago. Her face held a small smile, whereas he remained stoic and expressionless. It always made her cringe because they both looked awkward. It was obvious in the photo there was no chemistry between them. However, people kept gushing about how they were a match made in heaven… Her parents kept insisting that he was just quiet, but he would open up to her soon.
Apparently, that’s how marriage worked… Which she thought was a bullshit excuse. She felt like she wasn’t given a choice when it the proposal came from his mother. She found her mother-in-law intimidating and strict. The lady accompanied Y/n and him on their first date… Y/n felt like she was being assessed, from the way she served tea, dressed, spoke and arranged flowers… Even though she had graduated a few years ago, her mother-in-law had asked to see her school reports and grades… It baffled her really… Throughout the interrogation, Ushijima didn’t mutter a single word. It seemed like he didn’t care really if Y/n married him… He literally just went with the flow…
It wasn’t like her mother in law was rude to Y/n, she seemed pleased with her most of the time, but his family was intense. It felt like they would chastise her if she made a single mistake. She hated visiting her in laws, they were so particular about rules and their family values. They told her that she didn’t need to work because Ushijima’s profession was enough for them to live quite comfortably, so Y/n just spent most of her days at home.
Surprisingly she got a long with her father-in-law. Although he stayed out of the family matters, he spoke to her very kindly and she felt like he was quite grounded compared to his ex-wife. She wished he was still living in Japan. They met during the wedding and he was most happy about gaining a daughter in law, she remembered how he requested she be patient with his son…
Sighing, she slowly sat up, stretching her arms before she turned around, frowning. Of course, her bed was empty… He never woke her up when he would get ready, he was always quiet when he got up. He’d shower, eat his own breakfast, change for his morning jog before going to the auditorium. She had gotten used to it since she began living with him.
She remembered how nervous she was when she changed from her wedding kimono into the see-through negligee she had timidly prepared. She had entered their bedroom, waiting for him to finish showering but when he had come out…
He glanced at her shy form once before approaching her
Ushijima neared her and she felt too timid to look into his eyes. It was her first time and she wasn’t sure how to really go about it. Holding her breath when he reached towards her, she was anxious about his touch. However, he simply dropped the blanket over her shoulders, confusing her
“You look cold.”
He mumbled before he climbed onto his side of the bed, turning the lamp off
“Goodnight.”
She sat there for a minute, very confused about what just happened. She was at a loss and all she could say was,
“Oh… Okay, goodnight…”
It confused her, she thought he was merely tired from the wedding events, but he never approached her after that either. It had been three months, but they hadn’t had sex. She wondered if he was attracted to her or someone else… They were only given 2 months of actually getting to know each other before their parents decided to go ahead with their marriage. At first, she had found him incredibly attractive and smouldering but whenever they tried talking, he remained blunt and sometimes she felt like he was coming off as rude.
After she showered, she began cleaning the apartment. It was always so quiet in her home that she had to put the television on for noise.
Even though, she was grateful that Ushijima let her decorate it their apartment anyway she wanted. Nor did he ever stop her from doing anything. He never questioned her if she went out with her friends, he never made a remark about her clothes and somehow, she would get praised by him over her cooking, which surprised her. However, what she wished was that they actually spent time together. She wanted to know her husband, everything she learnt about him was through his family and profile. She thought living together they would bond but he was so aloof.
Y/n would try sitting next to him while he watched TV but the conversation would be short and concise.
She’d try putting scary movies on, as much as she hated them, hoping he would comfort her during the terrifying scenes but again…
Nothing.
The man never understood her social cues. He’d simply just change the channel and then ask her why she would put on a scary movie in the first place if she’s scared of then….
After she finished her chores, she lay on the rug in the lounge, just glumly staring at the ceiling. She felt very stupid about her young fantasies over marriage. She always expected it to be rainbows and butterflies, her prince charming riding on a white horse, carrying her off into the sunset. Y/n always had the firm belief of having sex when she got married, its why things didn’t work out with her ex-boyfriend because he couldn’t wait ‘that long’.
When she first saw Ushijima, she wasn’t going to lie. Her heart was fluttering, and the butterflies went wild in her stomach. He was so handsome that she thought she really did find her prince charming… She let it get to her head slightly when her parents were enthusiastic about his profession and reputation. However, when he first looked at her. His stoic expression didn’t change, he stared at her while his mother and grandmother spoke to her parents…
They were given alone time awkwardly, just walking in his family garden, but she was the one who asked him questions, the only question he inquired was if she liked food…
When she said she did and enjoyed cooking, he looked pleased…
As she lay there, pondering over her husband. All she could think about was how to get closer to him… He had an extremely busy schedule due to his tournaments so it wasn’t like he could spend time with her. Today was his day off but he had already left the house…
Sitting up, she sighed again, draping an arm over her eyes…
“Ushijima-san…” She mumbled, “I can’t seem to understand you…”
~
Ushijima watched Tendou as he mushed and gushed over his baby daughter, making her laugh and giggle while he swayed the baby in his hands, pretending she was an aeroplane. The scarlet haired man hummed when he noticed his friend’s stoic expression
“Hmm? What’s up Ushiwaka? You’re quieter than usual… Trouble in paradise?”
Ushijima grunted, watching as Tendou’s daughter began babbling to him, taking his attention away again as he kept pampering Anzu
“I don’t know how to talk to my wife.” He answered, making Tendou freeze, placing Anzu his lap, letting her babble away. He leaned back on the park bench, letting out a sigh for his stressed friend
“I mean, you really didn’t say much when your mother insisted on getting you married so fast… You literally just went ‘okay’ and next thing I knew… You were hitched’” He said and Ushijima shrugged,
“Okasan insisted Y/n was the perfect match… Even Otosan likes her. I trust my parent’s judgement… It’s just…. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with my wife…” He answered
Tendou’s eyes widened,
“Um… Waka… Have you guys…” He began implying but Ushijima didn’t seem to understand
“What?”
“…Fucked?”
There was a silence between the men, his brows furrowing and Tendou noticed the pink growing on his friend’s stoic face
“Dude… You’ve been married for three months… Are you serious?”
Ushijima grunted again, trying to distract himself, he lifted the six-month-old from Tendou’s lap, setting Anzu in his own.
“We didn’t consummate our marriage on the first night… She seemed scared of me, so I haven’t touched her since then. Nor has she indicated that she wants us to get intimate in that way…”
Tendou was flummoxed,
“Why don’t you try making an effort and get to know her?” He asked and Ushijima shrugged again,
“I learnt everything about her during the marriage interview. What more can I do?”
“…I’m not surprised why your other relationships never lasted…” Tendou sighed, rubbing his temple
“Do you like her?”
“Yes.”
“No… I mean do you have romantic feelings for her?”
His brows furrowed in confusion,
“She’s my wife… Ofcourse I do… Otherwise I wouldn’t have married her…”
Tendou scratched his temple, “When was the last time you took her out on a date? My cutie and I make sure to go out at least twice a week.”
Ushijima thought over Tendou’s questions, “Before we got married.”
“… Dude… You’re going to be a divorcee in no time… Ushiwaka, if you want to know how to get close to your wife then listen up bud…” Tendou draped an arm over his friend’s shoulder, both of them peering at the happy go lucky baby as she babbled before Tendou began advising his clueless friend.
~
Y/n sighed, she had just finished shopping for groceries, carrying the heavy bags up the stairs. Her arms were aching but she carried on, climbing one step after another, ever so slowly…
“Need help?”
Y/n squeaked, almost slipping but his hands wrapped themselves on her hips, holding her still. It was embarrassing because Ushijima remained calm while her body leaned against his front.
“Ushijima-san? I-I’m sorry!” She squeaked, bowing and he was puzzled,
He just hummed when he noticed the heavy bags on her arms,
“Here, give me those” He muttered, reaching for them. She was confused, her brows furrowing
“Oh no… Let me carry them! They’re heavy”
He raised a brow, “A husband shouldn’t make his wife carry heavy things”
Y/n blushed when he kept his grip firmly on the plastic bags, calmly climbing the stairs with her following behind him. It was the first time Ushijima acknowledged her as his wife and she didn’t feel like a random roommate. They made it into the apartment where he began unpacking the groceries
“Oh Ushijima-san, wait! I need to wash the vegetables and start on dinner! I was thinking of making beef stew”
She quickly washed her hands, draping her apron over her clothes, rushing to take out the chopping board and strainer while he stood there,
“No need…” He muttered and she froze, “You don’t want to eat beef stew? I-I can make something else! Oh… But I only bought the ingredients for stew!” She rambled making him raise his brows
“No… I meant there’s no need for you to cook. We’re going out for dinner.”
“Huh?”
She stared at him, utterly confused. Did he just suggest going out for dinner? Clearing her throat, she laughed it off
“Oh? Are we meeting Okasan tonight? She never mentioned–”
“No. Only we’re going out for dinner.”
“Just you and me?” She asked again, pointing between them, really trying to grasp the situation and he nodded,
“Do you not want to–”
“No!” She blurted, trying calm her excitement, “N-No, I am really looking forward to it!”
He gave her a small smile, making her blush, fiddling with the end of her apron, now not knowing what to say until he broke the silence again.
“There’s still some time before dinner, let’s get ready then.”
He noticed the large smile stretched on her face, untying her apron and putting everything back into place before she excitedly rushed to their bedroom. He began walking towards his own closet, taking out a nice outfit before looking at her. She was confused, holding two outfits up, really thinking over her choice…
“That one…” He answered, making her look at him. He pointed to the dress and she looked at it. It was a little fancy but nothing over the top, however she was more surprised by how involved he was trying to be.
“Okay…” She blushed, putting the other outfit back in her closet. Setting her clothes neatly on the bed…
He let her get ready in peace, and she really did her best making an effort with her makeup and hair. She was excited to go out on a date with her husband, even if it was just a simple dinner. It wasn’t like him to take the initiative, but she felt ever so happy while getting ready. Applying the finishing touches, she felt nice dressing up for someone else.
Standing up, she searched for her heels slipping them on her feet before she heard him clear his throat, glancing at him, she smiled shyly
“Sorry for taking so long”
Ushijima simply shook his head, “No need to apologise…” He gave her form a once over, his eyes slowly scanning her body before looking at her face.
“You look beautiful.”
Y/n’s eyed widened and her cheeks and ears began burning up. Did he just compliment her? She actually wanted to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming.
He was confused, walking towards her, placing his hand to her forehead, making her breath hitch
“Are you feeling unwell? Your body feels like it is burning up… Perhaps we should cancel–”
“Oh, no! It’s just a little stuffy in this room! We don’t need to cancel!” Y/n squeaked, the last thing she wanted was to cancel this rare opportunity with him. He looked reluctant but he nodded, looking at her chest.
She was embarrassed again,
“This dress was the right choice. It’ll look nice with this” He muttered, going towards his drawers.
“What will?” She asked, watching him take a box out, handing it to her.
“Ushijima-san, what is this–” Her words were cut loose when she lifted the lid, looking at the necklace inside. It was simply beautiful, leaving her wordless.
“Can I really accept this?” She asked in astonishment and he nodded,
“Of course, its for you.”
She lifted the necklace out of the box before she handed it to him, timidly
“Will you put it on me?” She asked and he froze, his cheeks heated up when she stood in front of him, lifting her hair, showing her the nape of her delicate neck. He tried to control his fingers from shaking, fiddling with the tiny clasp at the back. Grunting he finally managed to open it, locking it in place.
“It’s beautiful! Thank you!” She grinned and he looked away, nodding.
“Shall we go?” Y/n asked, lifting her purse and he grunted, leading her out of their apartment.
There was a slight distance between them as they walked down the roads. She glanced at him while he calmly looked ahead. Her fingers felt the necklace resting above her cleavage, wondering what had gotten to him all of a sudden.
“How was your day? I didn’t hear you this morning…” She began
Ushijima glanced at her, shrugging
“You’re a deep sleeper.” He answered, making her laugh sheepishly
“I’ll try getting up earlier”
He shook his head, “You don’t have to, it’s good to get rest. You stay up late compared to me…”
“Right…”
The silence arose again, but it seemed like he walked slower so that she could keep up to him. She looked at his arm, contemplating whether she should hold his hand…
‘But what if he gets creeped out? We’ve never even kissed except on our wedding…’ She bitterly thought, clenching her fingers into a fist. She didn’t notice him come closer to her side and it was only when a bunch of rowdy passers by walked past them that his hand slid around her back, holding her hip. He pulled her close, startling her. Her heart was racing, just from the feel of his large hand, holding onto her.
“They should really be careful…” He mumbled before letting her flushed form go. She felt a little disappointed but he only surprised her further when he gripped her hand.
“Ushijima-san?” She looked at him, noticing his ears were burning red, despite his calm face
“It’s getting crowded, I don’t want you to get lost” He reasoned and she nodded, just intertwining her fingers with his. He could feel how dainty her hand was, encompassed by his. It made him feel like she was truly fragile… She focused on the shops that they walked by, trying to concentrate on anything but the situation she was in right now
“…I met Tendou today… My childhood friend…” He answered, bringing her attention back and she smiled,
“The chocolatier that has an adorable daughter? He’s quite quirky but I like him! His wife’s really sweet as well. I think she’s absolutely adorable, quite shy compared to Tendou-san”
Ushijima nodded, “She didn’t come today, but he brought Anzu to the park. We caught up on our lives.”
“You both became best friends in high school, right?”
He nodded, “We played volleyball together… Tendou was quite talented but I’m glad he’s enjoying what he does now.”
“How did his wife and him meet? Were they an arranged marriage as well?” She asked and he shook his head,
“No. They were neighbours. He helped her write her book and she helped him with his chocolate”
Her eyes widened, “Oh… That’s pretty cute…”
Her voice trailed off and she went a bit glum, a sliver of her wished she had a truly romantic story to tell people of how she met her husband… But it was quite boring…
She hummed when she noticed the restaurant they were approaching
“Oh, this is…”
“You mentioned it the day we met… You said you always wanted to try this place, right?” He asked her. She squeezed his hand unintentionally form the excitement, beaming at the fancy place in front of her. She heard that they had phenomenal food, her mouth always watered when she saw their Instagram posts. Leading her inside, it was surreal. In her excitement, she clung onto his arm while looking around.
“Reservation?” A waitress asked and he nodded,
“Ushijima.”
She checked the roster before smiling,
“Right this way sir.”
Y/n was flabbergasted, when they were lead to a secluded table in a very lovely corner of the restaurant,
“Oh gosh! I’ve been dreaming of coming here but they’re always booked! How did you manage to get a reservation!?” She asked and he shrugged,
“Tendou knows the owner… So he got a table for us” Ushijima answered truthfully, watching her giddy expression. He pulled her chair for her, letting her seat herself before taking his own seat.
“You remembered I wanted to come here?” She asked, registering what he had said earlier. Ushijima glanced at her face, nodding
“Yes. You were quite enthusiastic about trying the steak here…”
Y/n hummed, “You paid attention to what I said…”
His brows furrowed, “Ofcourse I did. I always listen to what you’re saying…”
He picked the menu up, quietly scanning the dishes but Y/n couldn’t help but pry… This really felt like a dream
“I don’t understand… Why all of a sudden did you want to go out?”
He set the menu down, eyes burrowing into hers, making her shy again
“Ushijima san…?”
“Because you’ve been taking care of our home every single day… You deserve a night of rest. I appreciate returning to a clean and welcoming home every day with fresh meals you’ve prepared… You’re my wife and you should be spoiled by me.”
She was sitting in her seat, astonished by his revelation. She felt the joy build up inside her, it felt so good to be truly appreciated by her reserved husband. A smile etched on her face, making his cheeks warm but it went undetected because of the dim candlelight sitting in the middle of their table.
“Thank you… I’ve tried really hard because I want to get along with you… It feels wonderful to be acknowledged by you…”
A waiter interrupted them, taking them away from this rare moment to take their orders, which they both had forgotten. A few awkward minutes were spent skimming through the menu before they finally chose what they wanted… He thanked the couple, leaving them alone once again but they had no idea what to say…
She stared at him, contemplating whether to carry on her earlier conversation, letting her mouth move before she could stop.
“…Actually… I also am grateful to you.”
“…You are?”
She nodded, unfolding her napkin, setting it neatly on her lap to distract herself because she was sure she’d melt from embarrassment if she looked into his face, mumbling
“You have been working really hard to provide a comfortable lifestyle for us and… You haven’t been an overbearing husband once, you let me have my space and make my own choices… I think I’m lucky…”
He was taken aback, staring at her features. Maybe he hadn’t seen it before but Ushijima suddenly realised just how beautiful the women sitting across him was. She noticed him staring, shyly tucking a stray piece of her hair, behind her ear. It made his eyes widen,
It was the second time, he felt a familiar spark in his heart… He hadn’t felt like that since the day he had seen her…
He remembered walking into his family tea room where she was sitting next to her parents, adorned in a floral kimono. He remembered when they made eye contact and she immediately lowered her gaze, she seemed very shy, fiddling with a stray lock of her hair, pushing it behind her ear… The timid smile she had on her lips had done something to his heart…
“Your orders” A voice distracted them and she beamed when she saw the steak she had been craving. He was quite impressed by his own order, making his mouth water when he smelt the delish aroma wafted from his plate. They both looked at each other once again, smiling
“Itadakimasu” They said at the same time, before taking their first bites. She moaned in delight, holding the side of her face happily as she tasted heaven. He felt amused looking at her reaction. Her eyes open, realising he was watching her but she simply cut another piece, holding the fork in front of his lips
“Try some! It’s delicious!”
Ushijima swallowed, the blush on his face growing. He had never been fed by another person but he parted his lips for her, letting her feed him. She watched his brows lift, humming
“Its really good…” He muttered and she grinned, “Right!? It tastes even better than I imagined! How’s your food?”
He looked at the seafood on his plate and then at her. He tried to copy what she just did, shovelling the fish on his fork, bringing it to her lips
“Try it and tell me”
Y/n felt the butterflies in her stomach begin fluttering, she leaned forward her lips wrapping on the fork, taking a bite.
“Oh my… It’s delicious!”
Ushijima smiled, resuming his meal
“It is”
Their evening went pleasantly and Y/n felt more comfortable with him. She slipped her hand into his, gripping it and he didn’t pull away, just lacing his fingers with her before walking towards their home
“I really enjoyed myself, Ushijima-san! Thank you for taking me there” She chirped. He looked around before humming,
“The food was really good… We should go again”
Y/n laughed, “I’d love that!”
Again that spark ignited in his heart, he squeezed her hand
“Is there anything else you’d like to do?” He asked and Y/n stopped walking, she had many things she wanted to do with him but it couldn’t be fit into one night. She really thought it over,
“Y/n?” He asked and she broke from her thoughts,
“Um… I guess I’d like to take a picture”
He was confused, giving her a weird look, “You want me to buy you a camera?” He asked and she shook her head,
“No… I meant I would like to take a photo of us… It’s our first date as a married couple and I’d like to cherish this memory… The only other photos we have together are from the wedding…”
“Okay, sure”
She fiddled with her purse, now feeling silly when she pulled her phone out. He stood next to her, watching her struggle to open the camera app, cursing when the front facing camera revealed an unflattering angle on her. Flustered, she angled the camera, but she realised his head was out of the frame
“Um… Could you bend closer?” She asked and he listened to her. She smiled awkwardly, clicking the photo and they both peered into the screen. She sweatdropped looking at the weird composition. He looked very unbothered and her lips looked crooked…
“Nevermind…” She mumbled but he gripped her phone
“This angle is better”
He held it above her face, his other hand going around her shoulders, pulling her close. She tried to calm her pounding heart, smiling with him as he clicked the photo. This time she looked at the screen, she burst into a fit of giggles looking at his strange forced smile…
(AN: Y'all im thinking about that one photo of Ushijima…)
“Why are you laughing?” He asked but she shook her head, still giggling
“Nothing… I like this one”
He frowned, “I’m not good in front of cameras… I’ve been told my smile is…. Unsettling…” He rubbed the back of his neck and she pouted,
“That’s not true… I think you look very sweet…”
He looked at the photo once again before grabbing her phone, pulling her close again. She was shy and didn’t register him clicking the camera again before humming at the screen
“I like this one” He said and she looked at the screen. It was her flustered face looking at his but he didn’t seem stoic here, in fact his expression seemed soft…
“Oh… I really like this…”
Ushjima held her hand again,
“Come on, we should get home”
She couldn’t see the blush he sported, his broad back facing her but she felt the warmth growing in her chest, feeling utter fondness for her husband.
~
Once they reached home, both of them quietly began preparing for bed. She was drying her hair when he lay his jacket on the bed with his belt
“The bath’s still warm… I set some towels for you as well” She said and he nodded,
“Thank you…”
He walked towards their bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and Y/n set her towel aside, looking at his clothes
“I should probably hang these in the closet” She muttered to herself, grabbing his jacket and draping it over her forearm. She made her way to his closet, opening the door but she cursed when his jacket slid off her arm. Quickly grabbing a hanger, she bent down to pick the jacket up, hanging it neatly in the closet. She didn’t realise a folded paper had dropped until she closed the closet.
“What’s this…” She muttered, unfolding it. She was met with bold words, confusing her, reading the words scribbled on…
“…’Tendou’s Tips on Romancing Your Wife…?” She read, perplexed as she went over the ‘tips’…
1. Do small things for her.
2. Spend time with her. (Tendou takes his wife on dates, twice a week)
3. Ask her to dress in something you like.
4. Hold her hand in public.
5. Recognize her efforts.
6. Tell her she is beautiful.
Sitting on the edge of their bed, she kept reading the notes over and over again… She didn’t hear the bathroom door opening as he stood there, trying his own hair. She noticed how focused her face was, furrowing his brows
“Y/n, are you alright?”
She was still puzzled, looking at him…
“What’s this…?” She asked him, lifting the paper to show him the contents. Ushijima’s brows widened, feeling like a deer in headlights …
notes:thank u for the idea anon! i love this cliche hehe
content warnings: insecurities,mentions of previous harassment/catcalling, pet names (baby, my sweet, etc), protective boyfriends, suggestive in ushijima’s, kinda angsty
featuring:iwaizumi, atsumu, bokuto, and ushijima
thank you for reading!! likes, reblogs, follows, and general feedback are all appreciated
A/N: nothin’ much to say, except I like writing with an accent for Atsumu. That shit’s bomb. Enjoy!
Word count: 2339
Tetsurou Kuroo:
“Hey YN,”
He starts off so strong. His voice has that ever present lilt in it, like he’s trying to bait you closer.
“I-” he breaks off into a breathless, short laugh, “-I’m not really sure why I called… I guess I was hoping to catch you before I went to practice but…”
He swallows, and you can almost imagine him rubbing the back of his neck. “But I guess I missed you. I mean–not like that.” He sputters. “Not that I don’t miss you! I do! I-”
Kuroo pauses, a bitter chuckle traveling through the phone. “God, I’m a fucking wreck. Did you know that? I’m a fucking trainwreck after us, and I can’t even pinpoint why.”
There’s shuffles in the background before the phone thumps, and Kuroo’s voice is distant but still audible. You figure he’s put you on speaker for whatever reason while finding a seat somewhere. He huffs as he settles in.
“Sometimes I think it’s because of the way we ended things.” He sighs, tone growing thick like his throat is stuck with something. “I yelled at you, so loudly, and I’ll never forget that look on your face when you left. I relive it every night, you know that? Asking myself what I could have done better and whatnot.” A loud hiss, like he’s sucking on his bottom lip harshly. “What I could have said or done to make you stay.”
“And then it’s not even the breakup that I can’t stop thinking about. It’s those moments we used to have, those goddamn memories I’ve got seared in the back of my brain that I have to repress when someone even spins a goddamn pencil like you did.”
Another thump, and suddenly his voice is much louder than before, the phone pressed back against his ear. “That pillow, you know the one that’s got your perfume all fucking over it. I tried to throw it away yesterday.” He scoffs. “And that failed. So I woke up fucking cuddling it this morning, as if I didn’t already feel like a loser.”
“And I know you still have my sweatshirt,” he inhales then exhales deeply. “I don’t want it back. I can’t–please don’t give it back, I don’t want it. Consider it yours, or whatever. Maybe you’ve already gotten rid of it, I don’t know.” So wobbly. His voice has slowly grown shaky over the last few seconds. “Whatever.”
A long pause drags out for at least a minute, and the only thing that stops you from checking if he’s still on call is the short breaths that are barely audible.
“Just,” he finally breaks the silence, voice cracking. “Please, I gotta know. For my sanity, please, do you miss me?… Miss us?”
“‘Cause God YN I miss every second of us.”
“One of the guys yesterday asked me what happened between us. I don’t even know why, I just got so mad so quick I wanted to sock him in the face for even bringing you up.” A quiet slap against his skin, like he’s brought up his hand to run it down his face. “I just… I had spent all day trying to keep you out of my head. I saw you in the halls that morning, but I know you didn’t see me–you had your head down reading that fucking book you love so much–and for the rest of the goddamn day I tried to keep you out of my head. And then he brought you up, and I just… God, I don’t even know, I just fucking lost it.”
“The coach sent me home after that, said I needed to clear my head. Not that it worked, ‘cause look where I am now.” He released a self-deprecating laugh.
“Sitting on the damned school steps all over again, crying like an idiot for who knows how long.”
A voice, distant and hesitant, calls out to him. “Kuroo.” It’s Kenma.
“Yeah, sorry, I’m coming, just give me a sec.” But he’s quiet all over again, maybe deep in thought.
But then you hear a ruffling of clothes and a small sniff. Kuroo clears his throat. “I-I have to go. I’ll… just–call me back. Please. I wanna hear your voice, I-… I miss your voice.”
Silence.
“I miss you.”
“I love you.”
Then he hangs up.
Wakatoshi Ushijima:
“YN.” As usual, his tone is deadpan and succinct. If he’s calling you, there’s a reason for it.
“You’ve left some clothing at my house. Please let me know when you have time to pick it up. I’ll have it prepared for you.”
“There are also the gifts you’ve given me there as well. I don’t know if you want those back or not, so please let me know before your arrival so I can get those packed up as well.”
“Regarding the gifts I’ve given you, you can keep them. I will not be needing them back.”
“If… if you have the time, I would also like to talk to you. I feel we have some things to discuss regarding our breakup.” The line falls silent, but when you pull the phone back, the voicemail still says it has five minutes left.
“I do not like the way we ended things,” he speaks up after a minute has passed. “It was… you’re wrong. You were wrong.”
“You said I didn’t care about you, but you’re wrong. I do. You said I never think about you, never spare you any thoughts, but you’re wrong.”
“The truth is, I hate how distracting you are. I find it hard to focus on practice now. In games, I feel myself losing my edge. You’re always just there. My mind is always on you. So much that I don’t know how to stop it.”
“So when you said I never cared about you… I was frustrated at how wrong you were.” A scraping is heard, dull and barely audible. He’s gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw in what you’ve always recognized as a hint of his growing irritation.
“How you can take over my mind and still say that I don’t ever spare you a minute of my time, it angers me. You’ve taken so much away from me, and then you go and say that I haven’t given you enough…”
“It’s not fair. I don’t accept it.”
“Tell me, YN. Have I taken over your thoughts the way you’ve taken over mine? Do I have you as wrapped around my finger as you do me?”
“Or have I just become one of those lovesick fools I’ve always despised, chasing after something they can never have?”
“I deserve to know, YN. You owe me that much.” There’s such certainty in his tone. It’s impossible to think of his words as anything else other than absolute truth. Speaking through your phone was a man not only desperately heartbroken, but also completely, utterly confused. To draw such an emotion out of a man like Ushijima…
“Tomorrow, before school, I will find you.” His words held no threat, softly spoken so as to only sound like a promise. “I want you to be honest with me tomorrow, so I can have some semblance of closure.”
Once more he’s gone silent, as if waiting for your response. Every breath he takes now comes out as a huff more than an exhale. He’s so wound up by now you’re almost positive this attitude will drag on until your conversation tomorrow.
“It’s what I deserve, YN. You can’t take away from me the one thing my mind has run on for months now and expect me not to want answers.” There’s a squeal of a chair against tile flooring, and a beat later you hear the rustling of clothes as he takes a seat.
“What more you want from me, I’m not quite sure. Yet, somehow, I still feel myself yearning to give it to you.”
“Tell me, YN, is that fair? You’ve taken yourself out of my life, and I still feel as though I’d do anything for you. Give anything for you.”
“At the very least, I must know if my actions were not in vain; if you feel my absence even a little bit in comparison to the hole you’ve left in me.”
“Did you really love me? You said it before you left that night, but if you did, then I don’t understand why you left. I need you to enlighten me, YN. I just don’t understand.”
A pause. “Goodbye, YN. I look forward to our talk tomorrow.”
Atsumu Miya:
“YNNN!” The shout of your name is so loud you yank the phone away from your ear in shock.
Hesitantly, you draw it closer when everything quiets down again.
“Oh God, someone grab his phone!”
“Atsumu, hand it over now!”
“He’s calling her, isn’t he? Dumbass.”
However remote, you can still hear the groans of your ex’s teammates along with the dull thumping and buzzing of far-off music. You figure he had been at a friend’s house or maybe even a club, and he’d probably locked himself up somewhere like the bathroom with his phone in tow.
There’s a slam, then a click followed by the muffled shouts of the voices you’d heard earlier. Then a gulp as Atsumu downs the rest of whatever alcoholic drink he somehow got his hands on before calling you.
“YN, how dare you!” Accusatory, and extremely slurred. He’s drunk off his ass, and his accent is so thick you struggle a bit to understand him. “Yer such a meanie for breakin’ my heart like that, darlin’!”
“All I ever wanted was to love you an’ give you the world; why’d ya hafta go an’ take it all away from me?”
Another gulp, and now he’s sniffling. “I just… I just don’t know why you did it. It was gonna be us two forever, darlin’. You said you’d never leave me. Why did ya have to…?”
“I know it’s hard for you to be alone for all that time, darlin’, an’ I ain’t gonna act like I never saw how you felt. But you said you could do it–you promised that ya’d do it for me.”
“What happened to all those promises? You said you loved me so many times, and now every time I think about you sayin’ those words, it hurts so bad. I know I’m gonna regret this later, I ain’t stupid, but I want you ta know that I’m broken now, darlin’, and it’s because a’ you.”
“The nights are so unbearable, YN. I can’t stand ‘em. You wouldn’t believe how cold that bed is without you in it. And yer fuckin’ pillow–goddamnit that thing–so many times now I thought a’ just throwin’ it out rather than smell it for one more second. That fuckin’ perfume ya always wear is just everywhere on that bed though, so I say to myself, ‘What’s the point? It’s still there no matter what I do.’ And do ya know what’s really sad?”
The slurring, the wobbling, the stuttering. At this point, he’s an incomprehensible mess. Long ago you’d heard a concerning bang, but that bang had caused the end of his unsteady footsteps so you figured he’d finally just collapsed to the ground.
“Two days ago I took down all the pictures we got hung up all over the apartment. Every single one I took down and put ‘em all in a li’l pile on the couch. An’ on the coffee table I had this stupid trash bag, and I had this fuckin’ lighter in my hand. For an hour, I sat there, lookin’ at the first damned picture I took from that pile. The stupid lighter ran outta gas ‘bout halfway through, and I still didn’t put the picture down. It was like I was stuck lookin’ at us, at how good we were. So many times I asked myself what the hell went so wrong that you up and left me outta the blue.” A choked up laugh snuck through the speaker. “It was that picture of us when we graduated. I was holdin’ you in my arms and you were smilin’ and hangin’ onto me so tight and—fuck-” Atsumu broke off in a breathless whimper, a muted sob slipping through.
After about a minute of silent weeping, he cleared his throat, though it was scratchy rough when he spoke again. “All those pictures–they’re back up on the wall, darlin’. Never did nothin’ with ‘em, never hid ‘em away.”
“I just… I just don’t wanna get rid of ‘em. And ya wanna know why? It’s the most pitiful thing yer ever gonna hear.” He heaves a shaky sigh. “It’s ‘cuz I keep hopin’ one a’ these days yer gonna show back up at our door, that li’l look of confusion on yer face when ya see I got rid a’ all our pictures together, and then you’ll get all sad and pouty and beg me to dig ‘em outta the trash for ya.”
“I’d do it. Ya know I would. I’d do anything for you.”
“S-so can you come back, darlin’? Please?”
“‘Cuz I need you, bad. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“That damned house is too quiet without you singin’ and dancin’ all over it. An’ I can’t ever figure out where you got those scented candles from–the ones that smell like yer perfume. I can’t find ‘em, and the ones you left behind, they’re all burnt out. All used up.”
“I miss you, darlin’. Fuck, I can’t stand another second without you.”
“Please, just come back to me. I need you.”
And in the background his friends have finally jimmied the door open. There’s a strangled cry as one of them tackles Atsumu to the ground, ripping the phone from his grasp. “Fuck, guys, look, he is calling her.”
#Includes:Whoever you wish, no character descriptors.
#Description: Period piece. Prince ML x Maid FL
His dull eyes make brief contact with yours before quickly directing his gaze elsewhere. Despite the large audience in front of him, his eyes naturally find you in the crowd, so used to picking you apart from everyone else despite you blending in with the lower society. The fact sends a painful stab to your heart, and it is yet another reminder of why his hands are clasped in those of another. While you adorn nothing more than old, dull, dark garms that the rest of the Castle staff wear, he stands tall and bright with heavy velvet and silk encasing his form and a crown that sits proudly upon his head, it being furnished with jewels and diamonds that cost more than your life.
Requests are still closed for the time being as I am getting back into writing.
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Dating Ushijima Wakatoshi can be difficult. That’s how you felt right now. You knew since he joined the Alders, dates would be less frequent. You also figured time together would be a lot less. It’s the reason you two aren’t “official”. Well one of the reasons. Another reason is Ushijima wanted to wait. Figure out if relationships should be a route to explore.
Now you understood this but you were getting tired. If you weren’t going to be official after a year of dating, should you continue?
This was another date forgotten. You were suppose to enjoy a relaxing date at both of your favorite Ramen shop. It was near both of your places and was always quaint at night. Even when Ushijima arrived, there weren’t usually many fans.
But after an hour you ordered your food. You ate your Ramen and walked out. There was a park you liked to go to. So you went over and took a walk. You were hoping he might show at the restaurant and then the owner would tell him you went to the park but you weren’t holding out.
“Is it really worth it?” You whispered.
You were sitting on the bench that faced a small pond. The moon was reflecting off it. Your phone buzzed.
Wakatoshi : I went to the Ramen shop for us to have dinner. Lost track of time. Where did you go?
You typed back you left. You didn’t exactly say where because you weren’t sure if he really cared. He would probably just go home.
Why did you love him? He always gave the best hugs. He would check in on you just to make sure you were okay. He also would thank you for your support every time.
Wakatoshi: The owner thinks you went to the park. I’m going there now. Wait for me.
You didn’t reply to the message. He would see you soon. You just leaned back and focused up at the stars.
“Y/n you’re still here.” Ushijima said as he sat down beside you. “What are you doing?”
“Just thinking and looking at the stars.” You sighed.
“You are upset. What are you thinking about?” He asked and shuffled closer.
“You know stars always seem to shine their brightest with other stars around. Its quite beautiful.” You said as you looked over at him who was staring at you waiting for the other answer. “Us.”
“Us? Do you mean us dating?” He asked as you nodded your head and continued to look at the stars. “What has made you upset? I want to know.”
“Is this relationship or whatever this is, worth it?” You said. You missed how Ushijima’s hands shook. “We’ve been dating for a year. I understand you are busy but maybe relationships aren’t your thing. Maybe I should just-”
“No.” Ushijima said as you stopped and turned to look at him.
“No?”
“I would have agreed with the statement that relationships weren’t for me in high school. But being with you has made me realize something I miss. A person to be with romantically. So no I will not let you go till you explain why you feel that way.” Ushijima spoke as you sighed.
“Toshi, whens the last time we went on a date that you haven’t forgotten or was late to?” He looked down at his lap. “And it’s not just that. Sweetheart, I love a lot about you but I always think you don’t about me. Why I feel like I only put in the effort. Thats why I don’t think this should continue. I never even knew you felt that way.”
It was quiet for a while. Ushijima wasn’t saying a word. You looked back up the stars.
“I’m sorry Y/n. While relationships are new to me, that should not be an excuse. But I want to try properly. I don’t know why but the thought of you being with someone else and happy makes my gut clench. When I think of you leaving, it hurts.” Ushijima spoke as you realized something.
Ushijima has never been in love. He doesn’t understand why he is feeling this way.
“What else do you feel?” You asked and turned to him.
“When I see you at games, I feel like I can do even better than my best. When we eat Ramen at that restaurant and you tell me about your day, I feel content. And when I look at you, my heart is beating so fast like it does before any game.” He said as he looked up at you.
“Toshi, I think you are in love. Thats why you don’t want me to leave.” You said as he put his shaky hands on yours.
“That explains a lot. People I have dated before I havent felt this way. I was surprised. I want this to work. Will you let me try again?” He asked as you smiled.
“I would love to try again.” You said as he reached out to cup your cheek.
Ushijima leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. While most of your kisses felt quick, this was much longer. You felt Ushijima’s hand around your cheek rubbing it. When you two pulled back, your foreheads were touching. You smiled once more.
“I am glad you want this to work. I love you Toshi.” You said as you saw a soft smile on his face.
“I love you too Y/n. Thank you for waiting for me.” He said softly.
