#autistic ushijima wakatoshi

[kings-highway]

i've always just sorta headcanoned that volleyball practice is Ushijima's main form of stimming / self regulation, and a lot of the simpler fidgety traits he used to have got forcibly shut down by his mom, so he never learned to *intentionally* stim/self regulated, and thats partly why he finds volleyball so much fun and can practice for hours on end is because its the only place he feels safe and can actually regulate his emotions and stimuli correctly and this is all to say I think in the few cases where volleyball practice is canceled for more than 24h he becomes a hyperactive understimulated mess. Tendou tries to introduce him to fidget toys and he breaks them immediately.

Ushijima, sitting down beside Leon: Hey have you heard if practice will be on this afternoon?

Leon: Ah, sorry bud, they said tomorrow morning at the earliest, the floor has to be taken up to fix the pipes and-

Ushijima, dropping fistfulls of broken plastic fidget toys onto the table: Okay do you want to hear about the Men's Volleyball Finals at the 1976 Montreal Olympics?

Leon: Do... do I have a choice?

[cowpokezuko]

Star Wars AU Drabble

Tags-Genderbend, Padawan Ushijima, Autistic Ushijima, Overstimulation, Jedi Master Shaak-Ti, Stewjoni Ushijima, Unusual Stewjoni biology, Pre-Clone Wars era

Summary-As a young padawan who has spent most of her life in or around the Jedi Temple, Wakatoshi is not prepared to the hustle and bustle of Coruscant. Fortunately, her master is there to help her calm down.

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Wakatoshi had never been around this many people before. For the first time since coming to the Jedi Temple, she was out on one of the busy streets of Coruscant. Amongst the throngs of species and the smells and noises of the street. Each person that brushed by her had their own Force signature and had their own smell, both of those things overwhelming her sharp senses. Above her, ships whizzed through the airways, their engines roaring in her ears, nearly drowning out the noise of the crowd. Her lower lip quivered and she wished she had another hand so she could cover her nose along with her ears. She sniffed, trying to clear the snot that was threatening to drip down her nose, but was flooded by all of those kriffing smells.

She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Wakatoshi." She looked up to see her Master, Shaak-Ti, smiling down at her. "I sense something is upsetting you." Wakatoshi nodded.

"Everyone has their own Force signature," she said. She pressed closer to Shaak-Ti until her shoulder pressed against her long brown robes.

"I know." She ruffled Wakatoshi's short hair. "That's why we're out here. It's the best way to learn how to tune it out," she said. "Come here." She directed Wakatoshi to an empty inlet in front of a building. She knelt down so they were eye to eye. Wakatoshi tried to look into Shaak-Ti's gentle black eyes, but quickly looked away when it got to be uncomfortable. She shuddered when her master held her hands, hating the slight dampness from her sweat. "Can you focus on our bond?" Wakatoshi closed her eyes and felt the Force prickling where their hands were touching. As she narrowed her focus in on her Master's tranquil presence, the buzzing of the crowd seemed to fall away. Her breathing slowed down and her heart stopped pounding in her ears. Even the myriad of scents was more tolerable as she concentrated on Shaak-Ti. Her sweet, floral scent was the only smell that stood out of the crowd.

After a few more moments, the thrumming in her brain stopped and she was able to relax. Cautiously, she opened her eyes to see her master's soft smile. The sounds, smells, and disturbances of the street came crashing back into her senses, but at least she had a clear link to a calmer presence.

"Is that any better?" Shaak-Ti smoothed her tabard.

Wakatoshi shrugged. "A little."

"Okay, that's good. We're just out here to help with this over sensitivity. Most padawans have this issue, so we don't have to stay any longer if you don't want to." Shaak-Ti stood up and shook the dust off her long skirt.

"I do not want to."

Shaak-Ti started to walk back toward their ship. Wakatoshi grabbed onto her robes, clinging to her oasis. "We'll try again later, but next time we'll try a less busy street. Okay?" Wakatoshi nodded. "We can stop at that sandwich place outside the Jedi Temple for a channelfish sandwich, if you want." Despite herself, Wakatoshi let a small smile pull at her lips.

"Okay."

[solitesse]

Shoutout to Haikyuu!! for showing the diversity of the autism spectrum!

We have :

Ushijima "I have no idea of what’s going on" Wakatoshi

Kageyama "I can’t read social cues & it pisses me off" Tobio

Sakusa "Don’t you dare touch me" Kiyoomi

Akaashi "I felt overwhelmed and anxious so I made some very specific lists to feel better" Keiji

Kozume "I was just looking for Pokémon Tier Lists online and ended up not eating, drinking or sleeping for the last 24 hours" Kenma

Kita "Do not disturb my routine under any circumstances" Shinsuke (+ bonus point for the "crackly" jacket)

[cottonlemonade]

Tendou’s Teachings

Ushijima learned a lot from Tendou.

The red-head goes on and on about this and that - school, volleyball, a girl he likes, video games, the manga he started reading and is now strongly recommending to Ushijima so they can talk about it.

Amongst all of that, the thing Ushijima is probably most thankful for is Tendou translating phrases from his peers to him. If it wasn’t for his best friend, Ushijima would be lost when people tell him that something was “giving” or whatever a “pookie” was, since most of it lacked context clues. What did a fax have to do with agreement and why couldn’t you say you went along with said agreement without emphasizing that there was “no printer”? Ushijima’s head was spinning in the locker room hearing Tendou talking to Semi in that fashion. However, that did not stop him from adapting Tendou’s teachings into his everyday life to show his appreciation.

After tonight’s casual training some players stayed longer to practice two on two, Ushijima and Semi against Tendou and Goshiki.

“Ooooooh yeah!”, Tendou called, cheering when he blocked one of the captain’s spikes. His hand throbbed but it was worth it to see the surprise on Ushiwaka’s face.

“Gotcha gooood!” Tendou spun on the spot waiting for at least Semi to retort with some witty smack talk.

Ushijima bent down to pick up the blocked volleyball and looked at his friend for a few moments before blankly saying, “Slay, king.”

A breeze whistled through the open door between the four players, filling the perplexed silence. Goshiki’s jaw dropped. Then Tendou collapsed on the floor in a hysterical giggle fit. Ushijima turned to Semi, “Was that not correct?”

“Nono,”, Semi put a hand on his shoulder, suppressing his own laughter, “you did good. King.”

a/n: this idea was born from the brilliant mind of @haikyu-mp4 and bestowed upon me to write. This was so dumb, I loved every second.

Ushijima is me.

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

ushiten fic where,,,, ushijima feels kinda shitty abt not understanding sarcasm (cause damn is my boy autistic as fuck) so he asks tendou to teach him how it works. and at first it all goes normal enough (tendou makes sarcastic jokes with him and explains whenever ushijima doesn't catch it) so ushijima gets slightly better at understanding sarcasm. but then tendou starts flirting with him and Ushijima's like "Ah. Hmm yes. This is The Sarcasm. I'm so good at this what the fuck" AND ITS SO CHAOTIC cause everyone sees tendou getting more and more straight forward each time and ushijima just laughs and feels proud that he's catching the sarcasm & tendou's just freaking out cause he doesn't even know what else to do to get that boy to see he's gay /srs and not /s

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side A Round 2 Match 10

Propaganda:

Hitoshi -

"Nya~ rawr~"

Ushiwaka -

"Ok so. Don't listen to anyone in the fandom, he says one farm related iodim abt farming. He doesn't (in canon) care abt farming, he cares about volleyball. He doesn't understand why people play volleyball with their friends instead of a team with better players that will almost guarantee a win. He will not take Oikawa's hint that he enjoys playing with his team even if they loose sometimes (always to Ushijima's team). He has no idea of social conventions and lets some random people follow him back to school so they can watch practice, they are then told off for being random people trying to watch another school's practice."

[klwl-truck]

Goshiki’s relationship with ushiten summarized in an image

[obamousse]

Ushijima is autistic. Knowing this, Utsui fights tooth and nail with his wife to send him to Shiratorizawa as it was an expensive, state-of-the-art school with high-quality special education catered to people like his son. However, Utsui's in-laws objected because Shiratorizawa was too expensive, and that the boy could fit in to the world under their care.

Ushijima decided to practice into volleyball because it was his hobby, and excelling in it would give him a sports scholarship to Shiratorizawa. Day by day, he grew to love it and play it as a passion on its own.

He got in. That day when Ushijima announced the news, Utsui was not there with him anymore, but it was the happiest day in his life.

[airbendertendou]

animated characters i see as autistic aka i relate a lil too much

[shadowdancing-writes]

tumblr let me change my pfp to manga ushijima so help me god i will storm your hq

[kings-highway]

ushijima getting really into north american/english popculture via his father and sort of offhandedly mentioning he's become very interested in 'some english books' and nobody pays him much mind because its probably just some mainstream lit his father had sent over and nobody cares but he clearly really wants to talk about it so one day somebody (probably goshiki) cracks and its like "alright fine you can infodump about this goddamn book" and it turns out his new special interest was h.p lovecraft and he really really really wants everyone to know about his new favourite character cthulhu. he talks about this horror with the innocent excitement of a child describing a puppy.

[sleepysakusa]

ushijima’s left handed-ness is just an autism metaphor

“i don’t think it’s necessary to change him. having something different about him will give him an advantage most people wont have”

[autisticboybattleroyale]

ROUND 1

Jonathan Sims X Ushijima Wakatoshi

[4unnyr0se]

PLEASEEEE MATCHING WITH CAPTAINS ON TINDER WITH USHI AND KITA PLEASEEE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES 🙁 FROM ONE AUTISTIC TO ANOTHER I AM BEGGING YOU

❥ timeskip! haikyuu captains matching with you on tinder | wakatoshi ushijima and shinsuke kita

warnings: timeskip! ushijima and kita, fem! reader size kink, protected sex, hayloft sex, unprotected sex, biting, marking, virgin! ushijima, soft dom! kita, spanking, rough sex, tendou mentioned, kind of dom reader for ushijima

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2k

Wakatoshi Ushijima | Loosing his virginity

Ushijima wasn’t a stranger to people talking about their sex lives around him. His face was so stoic and statuesque that no one could tell if he was uncomfortable listening to the subject. The topics spoken in his vicinity ranged from how big a woman’s breasts were to how someone lost their virginity. He had to admit, he was a bit more awkward around those conversations because he couldn’t relate. He was a 26-year-old virgin, while his teammates and rivals had no doubt lost their virginity years prior. Some people even lost their virginity in high school. How scandalous!

He had contacted Tendou, his closest friend from Shirtatorizawa, to hopefully give him advice on the subject. Tendou was shocked at first (and found this entire situation to be completely hilarious) but offered his advice anyway. He told Ushijima that losing your virginity doesn’t have to be a big deal, that it doesn’t have to be romantic or special. It’s just something that happens, and everyone is different. Tendou also recommended downloading Tinder, which is a very useful resource. “If you want sex with no strings attached, look no further.” his words rang in Ushijima’s ears, his thumb hovering directly over your profile. You seemed like a good match for him, but he didn’t really know what he wanted yet. 

Shrugging his shoulders, he slid right on your profile and was surprised when you matched with him. He had very clearly stated that he was a virgin in his biography (Why would he not? It was accurate), so that kind of deterred people from matching with him. You messaged him instantly, suggesting he visit your apartment sometime this week. Of course, he accepted; that was the whole reason why he was on that app. He had one concern, however. Ushijima was massive, bigger than any other man by a wide margin. Could you handle him?

“Shh,” gentle sounds left your lips as you covered your dripping core above Ushijima’s length, observing how it was practically twitching with want for you. “We don’t have to rush things, okay? I know it’s your first time, baby,” you kissed the side of his cheek tenderly, your nails dragging themselves up and down his muscular chest. “Just let me make you feel good.”

He could only nod as your lips touched his once more, biting on his swelling bottom lip playfully. His hands rested on your hips, kneading the flesh between his calloused fingers. His usual stoic face was flushed, lipstick marks adorning his chapped lips and thick neck. He impatiently squeezed your hips, not daring to open his mouth just yet. 

“Oh? Are you ready now, ‘Toshi?” you purred, breaking the kiss to lower yourself down even further. “You have to tell me if you want this, baby. Or else I won’t do it.”

“P-please,” Ushijima mumbled, his eyes staring intensely into yours. He couldn’t take it anymore; he needed to feel you. He needed to know if the stories his teammates told him were true and if it felt like euphoria once he was inside you. Without giving you any warning, he thrust his hips upwards, pushing his pulsating shaft inside your sobbing core. “Sorry, couldn’t wait any longer. Fuck.”

“Shit!” you cried out, balancing yourself on his broad shoulders. “Y-you’re really fucking big. G-gimme a second, okay?” your breath was quick and shallow, your walls wrapping so perfectly around his huge cock. Was he really a virgin? There was no way in hell someone with that big of a dick was a virgin. After regaining your composure, your hips began to move up and down on his length, a wanton mewl escaping your lips as the tip of his cock brushed against your most sensitive place. 

“Go faster,” Ushijima demanded, gripping harder onto your hips. He wanted to take charge but had no experience in this department. What if he messed up? What if he hurt you? His left hand was the size of your entire ass, you were so fragile compared to him. “Wanna feel more of you.” He cracked his palm against your ass softly, massaging the stinging flesh soon afterward. 

You nodded, burying your blushing face in his neck. Your bruised lips peppered soft kisses on his skin as you continued to bounce up and down on his gigantic cock, his head brushing against your cervix so deliciously. All that could be heard in your apartment was the sensual sound of R&B music, your wanton cries of pleasure, and Ushijima’s occasional grunt or deep moan. He wasn’t very vocal, but he was close; he could feel his cock twitching inside of you, relishing in the sensation of your gummy walls, attempting to milk him for all he was worth. “I’m, fuck, I’m gonna cum soon. Feels fucking incredible.”

“D-d’ya wanna cum inside o-or on my tits?” you whimpered, feeling your own climax quickly approaching. He was just so fucking big, and his voice was so deep. Each word he spoke made your clit throb even harder. “P-please ‘Toshi!”

“Inside,” he demanded, bolding, leaning up to kiss you once more. The kiss was molten, full of fire and passion that he had so long oppressed. He groaned in your mouth as he felt you let go of your cock, feeling your body convulse around him. The sounds of your pathetic and fucked out mewls drove him over the edge, his cum painting the walls of your womb white. 

You broke the kiss and smiled at him, pulling yourself off of his cock with a pop! Ushijima groaned at the sight of his seed trickling down your thighs so beautifully, looking like a Renaissance painting. Was this the sensation his teammates were talking about earlier, was it this kind of beauty? 

“Was that a good first time?” you asked, snapping him out of his wandering thoughts. He nodded and got off the bed, dressing himself quickly. “Yes, I liked it. Thanks.” The faintest tinge of pink dusted his cheeks, his eyes not daring to meet yours. He knew that if he looked into your pretty eyes again, he would be included to stay, and he couldn’t risk getting distracted from volleyball. 

“You have my number if you ever want to, y’know, fuck again. You were really good for a virgin.” Was that a compliment or an insult? Ushijima couldn’t tell. Maybe it was both, he didn’t take it personally. He turned towards you, still not making eye contact. Fuck, you were so damn pretty. Was missing his practice tomorrow really worth it? Did he want to have you in his arms that badly? 

“Maybe I’ll give you a call some other time.”

Shinsuke Kita | The florist

Kita loved the local farmers market. It was where he could sell his rice without worrying about the middleman. It was peaceful, seeing the mothers bring their children and pets. Seeing couples holding hands as they checked out the local food and drink vendors. This weekend, Kita wasn’t at his usual booth. He chose to browse instead, having turned an acceptable profit this month. There were stands that he had seen a million times before and one that was brand new. Fresh, the paint is not yet chipped off by children carelessly running into it. And it smelled beautiful, but that was no surprise. After all, it was a florist's booth.

He saw no one running the stand currently, maybe they were on break. Kita shrugged and took out his phone, opening Tinder to mindlessly swipe through it. It wasn’t an ideal pastime, but it beat standing around waiting for the floral stall owner to show up. 

You greeted him with a rushed hello, an embarrassed blush tinting your cheeks as you apologized for being away from the stand for so long. Before Kita could respond, you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Opening the notification, you saw none other but the profile of the man standing before you, looking incredibly attractive. 

“You matched with me,” you blushed, holding your phone for Kita to see. He smiled softly, thinking it was adorable how you could barely make eye contact with him. 

“It appears I have.”

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so well, princess,” Kita purred against your lips, thrusting into you so gently Like you would break like you were made of glass. “Think you can take more of me, darling? I’m barely halfway inside that pretty pussy.”

Fuck, his voice made you squeeze around him even harder. Here you were, laying under him in a hayloft with your hands clawing desperately at his muscular back whilst he thrust inside of you so slowly, painfully slow. Was he trying to be a tease? Was making you squirm his kink? “J-just fuck me already! Don’t tease. It’s mean!” you whimpered in frustration, attempting to angle your hips in such a way that you could feel Kita deeper inside of your core. 

“I’m not trying to be mean, sweetness,” he chuckled against your lips, pecking them softly. They tasted like vanilla and roses, a pure scent that did not fit you being defiled in a hayloft. “Just don’t wanna be too rough with you, that’s all.” he squeezed your wrists, pinning them above your hand with just one of his hands. “But if a pretty girl like you wants me to go rough, I guess I have no choice.”

The atmosphere changed instantly as Kita slammed himself into you at full force, his length pistoning in and out of your sobbing core. Your pathetic and adorable sobs of pleasure filled the hayloft, the occasional beg and plead thrown in as Kita destroyed your insides with his cock. He was holding back, not wanting to break any barriers you had set up. But when you beg him in that angelic voice to fuck you, who is he to refuse a darling such as yourself?

“Is this any better, sweetheart?” Kita groaned against your neck, trailing kisses down the already bruised flesh until he reached that sweet spot just above your collarbone. His teeth just grazed the skin as he continued to practically slam into you, shaking the sensitive wood of the hayloft with each powerful thrust inside your drenched core. “Do you like it when I fuck you like this instead, hm?”

“Yes! Fuck, Kita! M’close, holy fuck! I’m so fucking close, please!” you sobbed into his shoulder, your nails leaving angry crescent imprints on his back in accompaniment with the array of feral red scratches. “Please, please, please! Lemme cum!”

Kita moaned at your desperate words, the cadence of your voice making his dick twitch deep inside of you. He was close to his climax as well, your mewls of pleasure making the sensations he was feeling all the more delicious. “Yeah, you wanna cum pretty girl? It’s okay, cum on my fucking cock. Fucking make a mess all over me.” he bit down harshly onto your collarbone, punctuating every other sentence fragment with a powerful thrust into your weeping cunt. He felt your gummy walls attempting to pull him impossibly deeper, your orgasm approaching incredibly fast.

Finally, your orgasm washed over you like a tidal wave of complete euphoria. You sobbed as your release coated his cock, almost sending Kita over the edge in tandem. Quickly, Kita pulled out of your throbbing core and frantically fisted his cock, quietly roaring as his hot and sticky ropes of white painted your stomach so beautifully. He stood above you for a moment, admiring how beautiful you were from his point of view. Shaking from your orgasm, covered in his mess. You looked so fucking perfect.

“That was incredible,” Kita smiled at you, sitting beside you. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, kissing the teeth marks he had left earlier. “Do you feel good, sweetheart?” His tone was soft, gentle, and kind. He wanted to ensure you knew you would be cared for, even though you both accomplished what you wanted. 

“I feel amazing, thank you.” you smiled, resting your face on his exposed shoulder. Your eyes landed on the scratches and marks you left on his back, fingers tracing over them tenderly. “Uh, sorry about all of this. I’m not usually this rough.”

Kita kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to his form, caging you in his muscular arms whilst he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. 

“You have nothing to worry about, pretty girl.”

okay this ask was literally so sweet i love u nonnie

[thevirtualvalentine]

His favorite things 2 do w u !

ft: Atsumu Miya, Shōyō Hinata, Kozume Kenma, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Kiyoomi Sakusa.

warning(s): tooth rotting domesticity, gn!reader + no pronouns used, nudity in kiyoomis (you shower together), nerd!shō (canon), autistic coded kags, established relationships. thrown in kenma bc I love nerds.

notes: hq has me in its cold slimy grip, sos. Divider by @dollywons !

Being a pro-athlete makes him oh so busy! He’s so grateful to have a honey at home who loves him.

ATSUMU MIYA … helping him redye his hair. Around every month and a half ‘Tsumu and you take on the task of making him a fake platinum blond. He can thank you for the correct mix of toners to rid him of that nauseating yellow hair.

While it may be about him, he’s watching you intently in the mirror. The way you take care of him and make him feel oh so handsome. He’s used to getting the job done himself, but he trusts you and wants you to be there for him in this small gesture.

During those 2 hours, the world is silent and it’s just you and him in your shared bathroom. You donning one of his old shirts and nothing else while you, “make him sparkle.” He really is a diamond in the ruff, in need of your polishing.

TOBIO KAGEYAMA… doing nail care together. While yes, it sounds peculiar, we all know how deeply Tobio cares about the state of his hands. They’re fundamental to his everyday life on and off the court. After watching him prep the night before a game by filing his nails, you asked him to let you help. “Here baby, let me,” you offered, taking his much larger palm in your own as you round out the shape.

It became a habit between you not long after, body doubling as you both take care of your hands or trading off doing each other's. It’s a simple thing really, but he can’t help the light smile that finds him in those moments. Tobio can’t explain in words why it makes him feel so loved.

But you know his true feelings as a quiet show functions as white noise in the background, his hand in yours prepping for yet another match. He appreciates the intimacy of silence together.

SHŌYŌ HINATA … watching One Piece together. Growing up, Shōyō didn’t have friends who engaged in his interests as deeply as he did. It took you 5 months into your relationship to realize he also liked the show because he was scared you might tease him.

It led to a deeper conversation about things you both liked and the two of you have been closer than ever. Engaging in each other’s hobbies even if you didn’t know what it was about.

Now, it’s a ritual you both do every Sunday when the new episode drops. It’s shared y/n & Shō time. A sacred pact of nerds that cannot be broken. He loves that you’ll share his love for life with him, even the nerdier things.

KOZUME KENMA … cooking dinner together. Even when he was playing volleyball in high school, Kozume did not care too deeply for his nutritional intake. Food was just food, a meal was another part of the day. Even with all the money he makes now, he's ultimately unfazed by high class food. Preferring those shitty frozen dinners he can make in the comfort of his apartment.

Then he met you on campus, and the day you cooked something for him he swore he would never eat anything again if it wasn’t made by you. Maybe that phrase, “made with love,” was true when it came to you.

Now he likes to help out, meal prepping here and there. He’s quite good at cutting up vegetables actually. He’ll watch or even stand behind you with his arms snaked around your waist at the stove observing.

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA … work out. We all know volleyball is a big aspect of Ushi’s life. He’s constantly conditioning himself for the perfect physique. When he discovered that you had a similar passion for building and honing your body to its fullest capability, he was whipped.

He found it hard to be understood by others, but he really does just enjoy the simple things. Playing volleyball, working out, and coming home to you. It’s enjoyable to him to be able to do it with you and gives him greater motivation.

Every endurance run, you’re by his side and he certainly doesn’t mind altering his pace for you. It gets him a little worked up to see you sweating and out of breath though, but he’ll keep that to himself for now.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA … you guessed it, showering together. Because he grew up around sweaty boys playing volleyball all day, Kiyoomi knows not everyone is as concerned about their personal hygiene as he is. In a country full of Neanderthals, he wears the crown. But when he comes home from practice, there is only one thing he wants to do. Shower with you.

There’s something so intimate about you taking care of him in such a vulnerable space. He’s much bigger than you are, his broad shoulders from years of spiking looming over yours. Warm steam mixed with eucalyptus leaves fills his senses as you hum, scrubbing his body of any dirt from the outside world.

Your soft hands wash the tension from his body, your nails scrape against his scalp making him feel loved. He’ll never admit it but he says it’s because he likes to be clean, It’s truly because you’re the one cleaning him.

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Boys Side A Round 1 Match 20

Propaganda:

Mika -

"Mika is very aloof, blunt, and not that expressive. He sees things in a very cut and dry way. He has a hard time forming relationships with others. Even when he tries to observe the world/s and the people around him he often thinks he does not fully understand things since he has trouble empathizing with others. He also gets very focused when he wants to learn something. Mika is a wonderful character and I love him a lot! It's great to see him grow with the people around him throughout the series."

Ushiwaka -

"Ushijima is a well-intentioned guy. He doesn't really understand social cues or the feelings of others all that well. He's got a really strong dedication to volleyball. He's good at telling other people's skill levels but also very blunt when he thinks others aren't good enough. He tends to accidently insult or backhand compliment people (Oikawa in particular) when he compliments them due to not understanding social situations."