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ushijima never thought that he was going to fall in love with something other than volleyball.

he never thought he was capable of loving something other than the sport— not until he met you. the bright smile you would wear as you interact with your friends and classmates and your laugh— god your laugh makes the butterflies in his stomach flap aggressively.

it was embarrassing that tendou was the one to tell him that he was in love with you. it started last month— when he started to feel weird when he was around you. he would feel warmth crawl up onto his cheeks whenever you would talk to him and he would start to stutter—something he rarely does, and would find himself craving for your presence at random times.

ushijima is currently practicing his left-hand spikes. he wanted so bad to spike a ball right into matsukawa and hanamaki’s face. shiratorizawa and aoba johsai had a practice match today, per your request. the two have been talking to you since the team arrived and they’ve been making you laugh for god knows how long.

“ushijima-san, that’s the fourth volleyball you’ve popped in the last two hours- are you alright?” goshiki asked, standing at least three feet away from him.

the olive haired man let out a grunt and muttered a quick apology, though his sight was still set on (now) matsukawa and you.

he made a promise to not let seijoh score even one point in the match whatsoever.

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true to his word, he didn't let them score at all. it took the first two sets for shiratorizawa to beat aoba johsai.

throughout the game, you felt like ushijima was more fired up than usual, and you swore that when you had your sight on him, he would smirk in triumph.

you got up from the bench and applauded for both team’s hard work. seeing you were the manager, the respectful thing to do was to thank the other team and see them out, but ushijima’s glare directed towards your direction prevented you from doing so. you were used to his attitude and his facial expressions by now, but the glare was different. it was as if he absolutely did not want you associating with the other team at all.

was the great ushijima wakatoshi jealous?

“(name)!” you heard matsukawa shout.

you broke out of your thoughts and shot the black-haired boy a sweet smile as he made his way over to you.

“what's up?” you questioned

ushijima’s glare deepened (if that was even possible) as the two of you conversed and watched in horror as you leaned onto him, looking at something on his phone. he continued to converse with tendou, but that was only a cover to listen in to your conversation with the middle blocker.

“oh yeah, i’ll make your favorite cheese-filled hamburger steak when i come over this weekend.”

he smiled. “mom would be happy to know that you’re visiting this weekend. she’ll be excited to see you.”

the two of you exchanged some more words before he waved goodbye to you and left shiratorizawa with his team. by now, the team has dispersed into the locker rooms and it was just you and ushijima left in the gym.

he was still staring at you— the glare has lessened a bit since the opposing team has left; you were putting the stray volleyballs back into the cart and gathering all the data that you took of seijoh and the team.

shoving all the necessary paper that you needed to bring home into your school bag, you rolled the cart back into the storage room and as you walked out and shut the door, ushijima cornered you.

“can i help you?” you raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms.

although you seemed relaxed and calm on the outside, your heart was pounding so hard against your ribcage because he was standing so freaking close and you thought that you were going to faint right on the spot.

a few seconds of silence later, a question came out of his painfully perfect shaped lips. “...are you dating matsukawa?”

you choked. “w-what?”

he opened his mouth to ask the question again, but you lifted your hand to silence him.

“you think i’m dating mattsun? that’s disgusting, ushijima. he’s my stepbrother.” you cringed at the thought.

ushijima was stunned. with the interaction he just witnessed, he was sure that you were in some kind of a relationship with the said boy.

“why are you visiting him this weekend? and making his favorite hamburger steak for him? what was he showing you on his phone?” he spurred out.

woah.

clearing your throat, you answered each one of his questions. “one, i’m visiting my biological dad, of course. i haven’t seen him since my parents got divorced. two, i’m going to stay there for the whole weekend, i’ve got to do something to say my thanks. three, he was showing me a picture of our newborn baby brother, keiji.” a playful smile spread on your visage. “you don’t have to get so worked up, you know, i only have eyes for you anyways.”

you gave him a wink and escaped under his arms, retrieving your bag and walking out the gym door.

he was flushed from his neck up and when tendou made his way out of the locker room, he thought ushijima was going to collapse.

Description
ushijima never thought that he was going to fall in love with something other than volleyball.

he never thought he was capable of loving something other than the sport— not until he met you. the bright smile you would wear as you interact with your friends and classmates and your laugh— god your laugh makes the butterflies in his stomach flap aggressively.

it was embarrassing that tendou was the one to tell him that he was in love with you. it started last month— when he started to feel weird when he was around you. he would feel warmth crawl up onto his cheeks whenever you would talk to him and he would start to stutter—something he rarely does, and would find himself craving for your presence at random times.

ushijima is currently practicing his left-hand spikes. he wanted so bad to spike a ball right into matsukawa and hanamaki’s face. shiratorizawa and aoba johsai had a practice match today, per your request. the two have been talking to you since the team arrived and they’ve been making you laugh for god knows how long.

“ushijima-san, that’s the fourth volleyball you’ve popped in the last two hours- are you alright?” goshiki asked, standing at least three feet away from him.

the olive haired man let out a grunt and muttered a quick apology, though his sight was still set on (now) matsukawa and you.

he made a promise to not let seijoh score even one point in the match whatsoever.

-

true to his word, he didn't let them score at all. it took the first two sets for shiratorizawa to beat aoba johsai.

throughout the game, you felt like ushijima was more fired up than usual, and you swore that when you had your sight on him, he would smirk in triumph.

you got up from the bench and applauded for both team’s hard work. seeing you were the manager, the respectful thing to do was to thank the other team and see them out, but ushijima’s glare directed towards your direction prevented you from doing so. you were used to his attitude and his facial expressions by now, but the glare was different. it was as if he absolutely did not want you associating with the other team at all.

was the great ushijima wakatoshi jealous?

“(name)!” you heard matsukawa shout.

you broke out of your thoughts and shot the black-haired boy a sweet smile as he made his way over to you.

“what's up?” you questioned

ushijima’s glare deepened (if that was even possible) as the two of you conversed and watched in horror as you leaned onto him, looking at something on his phone. he continued to converse with tendou, but that was only a cover to listen in to your conversation with the middle blocker.

“oh yeah, i’ll make your favorite cheese-filled hamburger steak when i come over this weekend.”

he smiled. “mom would be happy to know that you’re visiting this weekend. she’ll be excited to see you.”

the two of you exchanged some more words before he waved goodbye to you and left shiratorizawa with his team. by now, the team has dispersed into the locker rooms and it was just you and ushijima left in the gym.

he was still staring at you— the glare has lessened a bit since the opposing team has left; you were putting the stray volleyballs back into the cart and gathering all the data that you took of seijoh and the team.

shoving all the necessary paper that you needed to bring home into your school bag, you rolled the cart back into the storage room and as you walked out and shut the door, ushijima cornered you.

“can i help you?” you raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms.

although you seemed relaxed and calm on the outside, your heart was pounding so hard against your ribcage because he was standing so freaking close and you thought that you were going to faint right on the spot.

a few seconds of silence later, a question came out of his painfully perfect shaped lips. “...are you dating matsukawa?”

you choked. “w-what?”

he opened his mouth to ask the question again, but you lifted your hand to silence him.

“you think i’m dating mattsun? that’s disgusting, ushijima. he’s my stepbrother.” you cringed at the thought.

ushijima was stunned. with the interaction he just witnessed, he was sure that you were in some kind of a relationship with the said boy.

“why are you visiting him this weekend? and making his favorite hamburger steak for him? what was he showing you on his phone?” he spurred out.

woah.

clearing your throat, you answered each one of his questions. “one, i’m visiting my biological dad, of course. i haven’t seen him since my parents got divorced. two, i’m going to stay there for the whole weekend, i’ve got to do something to say my thanks. three, he was showing me a picture of our newborn baby brother, keiji.” a playful smile spread on your visage. “you don’t have to get so worked up, you know, i only have eyes for you anyways.”

you gave him a wink and escaped under his arms, retrieving your bag and walking out the gym door.

he was flushed from his neck up and when tendou made his way out of the locker room, he thought ushijima was going to collapse.