#ushijima wakatoshi fluff

[gojover]

ushijima feels like he can’t get to you fast enough.

the final whistle has barely echoed through the gym when his eyes find you in the stands—already standing, already smiling, like you’ve been waiting for this moment just as long as he has. the crowd is loud, people moving everywhere, teammates clapping him on his back, but none of it registers because you’re the only thing he’s moving towards.

your face lights up when you see him heading your way, and you start weaving through the edge of the court. he meets you halfway, and before he can say anything—before he can think of anything worth saying—you throw your arms around his neck.

he grunts softly as he catches you, big hands steadying your waist like you’re the most natural thing he’s ever held. you hug him tight, nose buried in the damp crook of his neck, all sunshine and love and joy that you know he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

“you were so good,” you whisper, pulling back just enough so you can look him in the eye. “like, stupidly good. i was yelling so much i think my throat gave up on me.”

ushijima blinks, dazed from the affection, but there’s something warm flickering behind his eyes.

“you yell even when i’m bad,” he says.

“that’s because i love you either way,” you reply without missing a beat, and press your mouth to his like it’s instinct, like it’s something you’ve wanted to do since his first serve of the match. it’s a little clumsy, but it makes his hands grip your waist just a little tighter.

when you finally pull away, noses bumping, he blinks again: flushed and terribly in love. the faintest curve tugs at the corner of his mouth.

“i thought you didn’t like to be so… public,” he says, voice low.

“i don’t,” you say, pecking his lips again, “but i’ll make an exception for you.”

ushijima kisses you again, and thinks, you’re mine. you’re my exception, too.

#5. throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips. (for @mahowaga because ushijima wakatoshi seems to follow her wherever she goes.)

[noosayog]

Ushijima Wakatoshi does not like to repeat himself. 

“What did you have for dinner?” 

Your words come out slightly slurred by the alcohol running through your veins and the fellow clubbers chattering around you. 

Ushijima looks down at the dishes he’s currently washing then back to where his phone rests on the counter.

“The leftover grilled fish from yesterday, steamed tofu with some soy sauce, and miso soup with egg.” 

“Oh!” you exclaim, voice staticy from your spiked volume and speakerphone. “That sounds good. Was it good?” 

“Yes. Are you having fun with your friends?” 

You giggle and he smiles a little, now turning back to the dishes. He listens to you ramble as he scrubs and rinses, humming acknowledgements as appropriate. 

“How about you, Toshi? Did’ja eat dinner yet?” 

Ushijima is familiar with your habit of asking the same questions over and over when you’re tipsy. He’s often the primary victim. 

Unphased, he responds. “Yes.” 

“What did you have?” 

“Fish, tofu, and soup.” 

“Ooooh sounds healthy. Did you count your macros and calories? Meet your protein goals?” 

The last dish is placed on the drying rack. He considers drying the dishes since it’s an easy, mindless task that would allow him to continue talking to you. He grabs a dish towel. 

“Yes. Where are your friends?” 

“Oh, here and there. Bathroom? Dunno…” 

He stays on the line as he hears you yell your friends’ names, having a full, only somewhat incoherent conversation with them, having seemingly forgotten him on the line. 

He listens to you make plans for one more drink, decline an invite to the next bar, and wonder aloud where you could flag a taxi. 

“Want me to come pick you up?” he asks. 

“Nope! I just flagged a taxi. On my way home!” 

“Okay. Be safe. See you soon, love.” 

“Wait Toshi! I wanna keep talking to you.” 

“Okay, what about?” 

“Hmmm… Oh! What did you have for dinner?” 

Ushijima Wakatoshi does not like to repeat himself. 

But, when it comes to you, his lip curves up and warmth floods his chest as he responds, certainly not for the last time tonight, “Fish, tofu, soup.”

[miiyoshi]

"my drink tastes a little more bitter than usual." you pull the cup away from your lips and hand it to your husband, his already-reached out hand prompting you.

"it seems so." ushijima says after taking a light sip.

"it's fine, i'll just-"

"let me go tell them," he interrupts you, not letting you stop him as he stands up in one swift motion, making his way up to the counter.

you admire ushijima as he stands tall across the barista, explaining that there must have been an error with your drink. he quickly describes the correct order, because of course he knows your favourite drink by heart and orders for you every time. ushijima would make this in your shared kitchen everyday if you would let him, but instead he settles for buying it for you whenever you two go out.

with a soft smile, he returns back to the little table you're situated at. this time he's holding two drinks, the correct order and your original (bitter) one.

"toshi, aren't you supposed to give them the drink so they can sweeten it?" you prompt him.

with an expression even more confused than yours, ushijima responds, "was that what i was supposed to do? i just bought you a new drink."

"toshi!" you exclaim in surprise of his adorable cluelessness, he's too cute for his own good, "you didn't have to buy me a whole new one! i really appreciate it, but what are we going to do with my old order?"

ushijima shrugs, "i can finish it for you, i don't mind"

in a bitter world, ushijima has always been sweet to you.

[luvnami]

ushijima wakatoshi gets married at 32 and is slightly overwhelmed by the intimacy of someone sharing his family name. he thought he had experienced everything: toothbrushes next to each other, laundry with your whites mixed with his, the almost empty bag of rice that he reminds himself to get another of after practice. what he doesn't realise is how tender it feels when someone calls out for "ushijima-san!", and you react because that's your name, too. the neighbours who greet you in the lift, the dentist where wakatoshi waits in the reception, even electricity bills titled to you, because now ushijima doesn't just refer to him.

[atsuwiee]

ushijima “diba sinabi ko umuwi ka na?” wakatoshi.

⋆.✧̣̇˚. | hindi mo rin alam ba’t siya ganito e, basta nalang sumusulpot pag nasa school ka tas late na.

genre: senior!ushijima wakatoshi au, short oneshot, fluff warnings: grammatical errors, not proofread, written in filipino/tagalog

xian’s note: senior ushijima brainrot bc i’m missing my senior crush na mag graduate na hay

“hindi ba sabi ko umuwi ka na?” you hear the familiar voice and look towards it. “oh ikaw nanaman?” oo, siya nanaman. “uwi ka na sabi e, tignan mo mag didilim na tas nandito ka pa” sabi ni ushijima. nasa organization room ka pa, inaayos yung gamit para sa next event, kaya napa-late ka nanaman na uwi.

“eh ikaw ba’t nandito ka pa?” “may training kasi ako, alam mo na ‘yun”

daming eme naman neto sa buhay, you sighed and cleaned up the room muna. “y/n sabay na…” napalingon ka uli, ay org-mate mo lang pala. he stopped sa entrance ng room, standing next to ushijima, he was small compared to him.

“…tayo” he finished what he said napatingin lang so ushijima sainyong dalawa. “sasama na siya sakin,” sabi naman ni ushijima. “huy—?” sabi mo naman tas tumango nalang ‘tong org-mate mo. “ay oh sige, ingat kayo!” sabi niya, tas umalis na rin.

“ba’t mo ba sila tinatakot?” “‘di ko man ah, not my fault they get intimidated by me”

nga naman, ‘di kasalanan ni ushijama ba’t sila natatakot sakanya, napatawa ka nalang. “hatid na kita,” sabi ni ushijima at tuluyan pumasok sa room. “hindi na kaya ko na ‘to, may training ka pa diba?” sabi mo na patanong, he didn’t mind what you just said, acting as if wala siyang narinig.

“akin na bag mo,” sabi niya. “‘di kaya ko na nga ‘to—“ sinabi mo sabay kuha sa bag mo. “sabi ko akin na, ‘wag ka na makulit, hahatid na kita.” sinabi ni ushijima sabay kuha sa bag mo na hawak hawak mo kanina. “dilim na nga eh tas gusto mo umuwi ka pa mag isa” he muttered pero rinig na rinig mo pa ‘din. “sorry po,” sabi ko sabay tawa na rin habang palabas na kami ng school.

“‘wag ka nga nag p-po sa’kin, you’re making me sound old” kontra ni ushijima. “eh mas matanda ka naman talaga sa’kin ah?” sinabi ko, kasama na rin ng tawa. “senior ka na kasi… sus,” you say with a little ‘tsk’ sound.

“you’ll just miss me once i graduate,” sabi niya sabay tawa, he isn’t like this always, pero moments like this always get you hooked onto him. “ma-feeling!” you say with a small laugh.

tinignan ka lang ni ushijima, but his gaze— it was a sweet gaze. mas bumilis pa pag tibok ng puso niya pag nakikita niya ang ngiti mo.

corny niya ‘no? lakas maka haitd sundo sa’yo kala mo jowa mo na. eh wala siguro pakipot lang ‘to o gusto niya pa ng pogi points para makuha naman puso mo.

the laughter died down pero one question stays im ushijima’s mind and that is,

“y/n, pwede ba kita ligawan?”

[qardenofeden]

ushijima wakatoshi is not a man of many words, and when he does talk, he comes across as pretty blunt. but it’s not with ill intent; he means well, he’s just so brutally honest sometimes, which is why you immediately shut down when you hear the words “i don’t like you,” escape his lips.

your classes had just ended, and it’s a friday afternoon when you finally work up the courage to confess to the man who stands before you. the cherry blossoms around you dance in the air, painting a romantic, picture perfect scene between the two of you. your arms are outstretched as you present to him your favorite brand of chocolates.

“i…” you look down in disappointment, avoiding his gaze as much as you could, as if it’d miraculously hide you from him.

“i don’t understand you one bit,” he says, his monotone voice unwavering.

you’re thankful you didn’t bring any of your friends along. this was humiliation at its finest. on the bright side though, it’s a friday and you don’t have any classes after. so you’re free to cry your eyes out and curl up in bed as much as you want.

but these thoughts of yours do little to distract you from the moment, and your eyes can’t help but water a little as you look down and take a shivery breath.

“i asked tendou about you.”

that catches your attention, and suddenly you’re taking a deep breath as you look up in shock. he asked tendou?! now that’s going to spread throughout the entire school!

the tears resting on your eyes reflect the golden sun above. your brows furrow in confusion, and if it stuns wakatoshi, he sure as hell doesn’t show it. “why are you tearing up? you did not even let me finish before crying.”

“what else is there to say, ushijima?” the use of his last name sends a small shock through his veins, and yet ushijima still remains unmoved. “you don’t like m—”

you’re quickly interrupted when he speaks, saying “there it is again.”

and you scoff, because he’s not listening. but maybe you should, so you look behind to see just what he was referring to, but nothing’s there.

“what are you—”

“i feel strange whenever i’m around you.” he interrupts again, before clearing his throat and quickly apologizing. “i’m sorry, i did not mean… you can continue.”

“wait, no, what?” you scoff again in disbelief, brows furrowing as your eyes fidget around, searching for something that can help you understand just what the hell ushijima was talking about.

“when you looked up at me with teary eyes, i felt a pang in my chest,” he says, before continuing like he was explaining his symptoms to the doctor, “and when you referred to me as my last name.”

and finally, ushijima’s unwavering confidence almost looks like it falters as he looks away, breathing an exhale. he speaks again, tone finally somehow… softening. “i feel a different pang though when you visit my practice matches and cheer me on…”

no way. you made the ushijima wakatoshi shy? japan’s number one best ace?

he must be rambling, he thinks, but regardless, if wakatoshi hurt you, he wants to apologize and make up for it. starting by explaining. so, he dismisses his thoughts and continues.

“but, more specifically, i asked tendou why i felt irritated when i saw you tutoring that boy in your class,” he finally looks at you now, confidence returning as he tilts his head slightly to the left, “i have a crush on you too, it seems.”

you’re at a loss for words. because, didn’t he just say, moments prior, that he doesn’t like you?!

“i do not, however, like sweets.”

and you let out a chuckle as you bring your hands up to your chest. maybe it hasn’t fully sinked in, because you still can’t talk.

“i do not understand you because you make me feel all these emotions. and i don’t like what i don’t understand, but…”

ushijima brings his hands to yours, taking the chocolate as he opens it. he takes a bite, and there’s a faint hint of pink in his cheeks.

“there are a few exceptions in life.”

and then you see it. the man before you isn’t ushijima wakatoshi, japan’s top one best ace. it’s wakatoshi, your wakatoshi, whose biggest enemy is the concept of emotions.

[evamame]

ushijima gives the bluntest compliments. you two will just be walking together, hand in hand, and he’ll randomly blurt out something like, “you look very beautiful today.” or “i like when you smile like that.” he never sugarcoats his words, but that’s exactly how you know he is so genuine with everything he says. nothing he tells you is anything but the complete and honest truth. and through every fleeting moment where he acknowledges his inner thoughts out loud, one thing is clear—he’s so deeply in love with you.

[sunarots]

their favourite forms of intimacy

featuring. sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou, ushijima wakatoshi, miya osamu, akaashi keiji

# SAKUSA KIYOOMI: showering together

it’s the thing he looks forward to the most, occasionally skipping his shower at the gym just so he can come home and ask you to join him. he loves being close to you no matter the setting, but he couldn’t keep on living if he had to stop doing this. he loves being the one to carefully apply the shampoo to your hair, massaging it into your scalp with such care and tenderness that you wish you could do yourself. whenever you says you’re going for a shower and don’t invite him to join, he can’t help but feel at least a little disappointed.

# SUNA RINTAROU: listening to music together

all his life, suna’s been told that it’s the little things in life that really, truly matter. at first, he didn’t believe it; not until he met you, that is. now, he’s a man with simple pleasures. he could be happy spending forever with you, laying in bed together with music playing through a speaker. some people may find it boring, but to him, it’s the highlight of his day. he loves being able to come home and spend an hour or two in silence with you close to him, enjoying a random mix of both of your music.

# USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: playing board games in bed

as long as the game isn’t monopoly, he loves to spend time with you playing board games. he loves being able to sit and play scrabble, the bickering you both get into when you start playing words bordering on nonexistent. his favourite thing about it, though? the fact that after the ‘arguments’ you both get into, no matter what, you both still fall asleep in each other’s arms whisper i love yous. maybe monopoly couldn’t be that bad… well, uno is much worse…

# MIYA OSAMU: cooking together

okay, maybe it’s more of him cooking and you watching, but whatever it is, he loves it. he’s so used to cooking surrounded by his coworkers that being able to do it with you by his side makes it all worth it. not that he doesn’t love his job or anything, he just loves you more. he loves the way you watch him with such intent, sometimes asking if he could teach you how to make it (not like you manage to retain any of the information). the way you look at him is enough to keep his heart beating.

# AKAASHI KEIJI: writing love notes

he discovered his love for this unintentionally. you had prepared him lunch for work in the morning, knowing he was in a much bigger rush than you were after sleeping in. he’d been quick to take it from your hand, placing a fleeting kiss on your lips before racing to the car. when he finally got his late lunch break, he opened the box to find a small sticky note to the inside of the lid. it was just a small, handwritten “i love you! :)”, but it meant the world to him. now, you don’t let him leave the house without a note, knowing how happy they make him. had he not stuck the first on your fridge, you may have never known the true extent of his love for these notes was.

[woncheolisms]

CRUSH (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

summary: wakatoshi has a crush.

word count: 720

warnings: fem!reader, its all just fluff

tags: @keiva1000

Ushijima knows he has fans. He might be simple-minded and a little oblivious, but he’s not stupid.

He knows girls stare at him from the balcony during practice. And he can hear their giggling when he passes them in the halls. Tendou often calls him Shiratorizawa’s Golden Boy, which Ushijima wholeheartedly disagrees with, but never voices out loud. Tendou often says strange things. He doesn’t mind.

Ushijima doesn’t understand his popularity. Sure, he is a good player. The best ace in the prefecture. But most of these girls have no understanding of volleyball. So why are they spending hours upon hours in the stands, watching him play?

“They’re not watching the match, Wakatoshi-kun. They are watching you.”

Hm. Strange. His play is very consistent. Watching him do the same thing over and over has to get boring, especially when they aren’t watching for the sake of the game.

But then he sees you for the first time.

You are in his third year English class. In his three years of high school, Ushijima is sure he has never seen you before. Because if he had, there was no way he would forget you.

He is curious. And a little enamored by you.

You are, by all means, a regular girl. You sit on the same chair every day, bring your own bento instead of eating from the cafeteria. It is always wrapped in a pretty multicolored patterned cloth, done up in a knot on top. You have a small stuffed cat chain on the zipper of your backpack. And you wear your hair differently every day. Some days it is tied up, some days it is let down. And some days it is half-up and half-down. You have one pink bunny hairclip that you wear maybe once every two or three days that Ushijima thinks is very cute. Your uniform is always immaculate.

There are so many tiny details about you that Ushijima has learned, and he finally understands why girls would stay hanging over the gym balcony to watch him for hours, because he could watch you for hours too.

You are very smart, he could tell. You always answer correctly when the teacher would call on you, and he has glimpsed at your notes. Simple, but neat and easy to understand, just the way he likes it. There are no crazy colors and highlighters, and your handwriting is neat and beautiful, just like the rest of you.

You are also quiet. You have a select group of friends that you talk to, and while you are nice to anyone who interacts with you, you don't go out of your way to stand out. Again, Ushijima loves that. It seems he loved everything about you. All the minor details that make you a little bit more unique to everyone else.

When you show up at his game, he nearly loses his focus.

It in’t an important game by any means, just a practice match with another local university team. So why are you here? Have your friends dragged you along? Or are you here by your own volition? Ushijima feels how sweaty his palms are when he clenches his fists, and it surprises him.

Is he….. nervous?

Why? Because you are watching? How ridiculous. Ushijima has never once doubted his own strength, or his ability to win. How could your presence alter that? The thought annoys him, and he is determined to prove that you being here would not be a hindrance to his play.

Turns out, he needn't have worried. It seems your presence had sharpened his senses more than ever. Shiratorizawa won in straight sets, and of the 50 points they scored, 39 had been from Ushijima’s hand.

“You were on fire today, Wakatoshi-kun.” Tendou comments as the final whistle rings. Ushijima unintentionally glances at you in the stands, cheering for the team. Cheering for him.

His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he doesn’t think it is because of the game he had just played. He hears Tendou let out a dreamy sigh.

“Ah, the miracles of having a crush.”

He feels his lips tick up in a tiny smile as he throws a towel over his shoulders. Tendou is wrong. Ushijima doesn’t think he has a crush.

He thinks he is in love.

[emmyrosee]

THIS THIS THIS WITH WAKATOSHI https://x.com/sikenpoem/status/1743346644723384750?s=46&t=dMpfL8P3nF90ZRbUCudfZQ

DAWG YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY-

Honestly, he never even thought about it. He liked purple, it was his high school’s main color, green is nice too, but the minute you yell “red,” that’s it.

It’s red.

Red like his best friends hair, red like the strawberries he puts in his morning smoothie, red like the flowers he brings for you on dates, red like the hearts in your eyes that form when you see him.

He eats red apples and uses a red tooth brush, and he’s using it the day you approach him with a chuckle.

“I remember asking you if you liked red, but I didn’t think you’d like it this much,” you teased one of the first nights you’d spent with him. He spits the froth of toothpaste into the sink and looks at you in the mirror.

“What can I say?” He shrugs. “It’s my favorite color.”

He buys his gym bag red, his next car is red, when you somehow convinced him to rescue a dog, he buys it a red collar.

Red. Red. Red is the color of your love, and wakatoshi is so happy you’ve convinced him to let it be his favorite ❤️

[goldenkirstein]

honestly, aside from volleyball ushijima is quite a gentle guy.

on planes if he sees someone struggling with their luggage he helps place it in the overhead compartment.

when he sees children who are fans, he always stops to give them a high five, and tells them they're special. he likes seeing their toothy smiles and the wide-eyed look of amazement they have when he crouches down to greet them.

he may be blunt, but he never is rude, especially with those who he loves.

his favourite thing to do is hold your hand, or come up behind you and hug you. He has the charm you gave him at the Olympics tucked away in his wallet that he carries around everywhere.

When he misses you, he flips through a folder on his phone, that's titled with your name, and it's full of silly pictures you took on his phone and a video you made on a date while he had slipped away to use the washroom.

"hi 'toshi. it's me, well you already knew that. at least I hope you know who I am, it would be pretty awkward if you didn't know who I was. Well, anyways, I'm getting carried away here aren't I...this is the first time you've taken me to this restaurant I hope it's good. Oh! You're probably wondering where you are, hah! You're in the washroom, that desperate to get away from me are you now, wakatoshi? I'm just joking, my love...Ah! I think I see you coming back, ok I gotta go! I love you!"

he replays the last little bit to hear you say that you love him, when you're not there in person to do it yourself.

And it's the first thing he says to you, (that he loves you so much) when you're back in his arms.

I'm aware this is not the most accurate portrayal of ushijima but I dont care rn because I want him to hug me and help me put my luggage in the overhead compartment okay?

[stunie]

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI X F!READER — sfw ﾉ fluff ﾉ mild cw alcohol ﾉ 596 word count ﾉ og req ﾉ in which ushijima picks you up and takes you home after you’ve had a little too much to drink and accidentally overhears you talking about him to your friends . . .

“Ehh? You really think Toshi is scary?”

He stops in his tracks just inches away from your friend’s door. Ushijima was never really the type to eavesdrop like this, but for some reason, his body had decided that he should wait this one out and listen. Just for a little. “..Why’s that?”

Your words sound a little slurred. Though he already knew you would be like this to some extent as soon as he received a text from your friend asking him to come by and take you home.

“Well…” one of your friends speaks up. “He’s just kind of intimidating, you know?”

The little noise of confusion he hears from you paints a crystal clear image in his head. You’ve always made that sound whenever you tilt your head to the side a bit— as if doing that would help you understand better or something. “Hmm… intimidating..?”

You start laughing. As if it’s the funniest thing you’ve heard all day. He hears your laughter muffled under something and assumes you’ve moved to hug and snuggle up against one of your friends. “Toshi? He’s not… not at all.”

“He’s the sweetest soul alive. I can prove it.”

“Oh? Can you? Tell us then.” Your friend chuckles a bit when you start humming and sighing, and he thinks one of them has started rubbing your back. You’ve always loved that. You make the exact same noise when he does that too. “Sure.”

Ushijima’s lips curl into the faintest trace of a smile when he hears the way you giggle— like you’re ecstatic just by being asked to talk about him. You really like him that much?

“I don’t know where to start,” it’s clear you’re talking through a big smile, and it only makes it harder to understand you— but he can. “One time, my heel broke. And so.. he carried me for the entire night. We were…. were at a festival, you know.

“I was on his back for hours..!”

Oh. He remembers that. The two of you had gone to try out different food stands, and he would feed you by holding up the fork with a piece stuck on at the end. You’d lean down and take a bite like some kind of bird perched on his shoulder. He remembers feeling really happy that night.

“And…. this other time…” your laughter trails off, and he raises a brow. “I was really sad. I was crying, and you know what he did?”

Oh, now that sounds a little more personal. Ushijima decides that it’s finally time to take you home with that.

“What did he do? Oh— look who’s finally here.”

You and your friends all turn to look at him as soon as he enters the room, though it would be hard to miss someone like him in the first place. His first thought is that he was right about you cuddling up with one of your friends. Your arms are wrapped tightly around their middle, face resting on their lap, and you barely muster up the energy to turn to face him.

“Ehh….” It looks like sleepiness is finally starting to hit you now that you’re comfortable. “Toshi? Ah… I’m imagining things now… hi, Toshi’s ghost. I’m his girl…”

You smile at him. It’s a big, sleepy smile— and it still makes his heart skip a beat, even if he doesn’t seem to outwardly react to it.

“Let’s go home.” He’s gentle when he kneels down beside you, gesturing for you to return to your favorite spot on his back. “You need rest.”

[noosayog]

[baby fever] ft. ushijima wakatoshi

wc: 400

iwaizumi | atsumu | osamu | sakusa | kageyama | oikawa

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You’re standing outside the gym where the Olympics team is practicing when you see Iwaizumi walk by, hand in hand with a clumsily waddling toddler. Iwaizumi nods at you and the toddler waves a chubby arm at you. You giggle and wave back. 

“Did you want to wait inside?” Iwaizumi asks. 

You’re about to decline when the toddler tugs on your fingers. 

“Come in?” he asks. 

You agree, letting him lead you by his grip around your ring finger and pinky. Inside the gym, Iwaizumi asks you to watch his son as he finishes up with the team. The child quickly settles into your lap, his babbling trailing off as he dozes away. You’re fiddling with a loose thread in his little sweater when Wakatoshi comes up behind you, freshly showered. He greets you with a brief kiss on the head and sits quietly next to you when he sees the sleeping kid in your arms. 

“Who’s this?” 

“Iwaizumi’s son,” you respond distractedly.

Ushijima stares intently at you as you gently rock the small child in your arms. He continues to watch in silence as you double-knot his shoelaces, straighten the sleeves on his sweater, and swat away the drool at the corner of his open mouth. He notices when you laugh quietly at his little snores.

His eyes are still on you when you finally look up at him. 

“What,” you laugh. “What are you looking at?” 

Before he can answer, Iwaizumi comes to relieve you of childcare duties. He thanks you and you assure him that his son was wonderful. 

“You’re in a good mood,” Ushijima states. 

You only smile at him, swinging your clasped hands in wide arcs and skipping a bit. 

Later that night, with your back nestled into his broad chest, he rubs a warm, large palm on your tummy. The gesture is innocent and gentle, but the circles get slowly wider. 

“You like kids, huh?” As he talks, the palm slides up to cup your breasts. 

“Is that what this is about?” 

“What do you think,” he asks, hands not stopping. “About having kids.” 

You push him onto his back and roll on top of his chest, eye to eye with him. He gazes at you lovingly and you’ll never get tired of it. 

“I want a girl,” you say. “I really want to see your big muscly arms holding a pink blanket with our little daughter in it.”

He gives you a confused look, “if that’s what you want.” 

He flips the two of you over, hands back on your body. 

“What are you doing!” you laugh. 

“Starting now,” he says simply, as his hands continue their trail down your body.

[heartmaddie]

dusk 'til dawn ! a small collection of domestic drabbles including the haikyuu! men tsukishima kei , akaashi keiji , azumane asahi , hinata shoyo , ushijima wakatoshi , kiyoomi sakusa

07:21 ! tsukishima kei

the flat was always unreasonably cold in the mornings.

she curled up under the thin linen sheets as she stirred awake, uncomfortable from the freezing gust of wind and rain which had just blown through their window. after she let out a groggy, tired sigh, yn looked to her right, gazing at the restful boy who had a peculiar serenity displayed on his face. a small content smile was found on her lips, he was utterly captivating.

she watched with a tender expression as kei stirred awake, he groaned quietly as he stretched out his tense muscles before rolling over to face her. the rain gently patted against their rooftop as y/n felt his warm arms pull her into his warm chest as he nuzzled his nose into the soft strands of her hair.

“morning..” he mumbled quietly, the exhaustion evident in his voice as he yawned, “what time is it?”

“seven something?” she hummed wearily in response, rubbing her face against his neck and soaking up as much warmth as she possibly could. “need to get ready for work soon..” 

he let out a quiet groan out of distaste, holding her even tighter as a silent protest.

“it’s cold, i don’t wanna get out of bed..” tsukishima was always a bit of a sulker in the morning, and yn couldn’t help but chuckle as she looked up at him with an affectionate gaze. “let’s just stay here for a little bit longer, mkay?” he murmured sleepily, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin of her temple.

“hm, fine..” she sighed dramatically, but was secretly overjoyed by his uncommon display of affection.

yn let him shift downwards to rest his golden locks against her chest, her fingers intertwining with each strand. her gaze followed him as his eyes started to shut once again, falling into the temptation of sleep in the comfort of her envelope.

9:53 ! akaashi keiji

“i can always cancel my meeting, i don’t want you to be alone when you’re unwell.” he hummed quietly, voice a blur to her ringing ears. keiji always had nurturing tendencies, but that was amplified to the max when she was sick. he brushed his rough fingertips over the skin of her forehead, moving any hair from her face.

“no, it’s okay,” she was so congested, it was evident on her tongue from every word she’d utter. “you should go to work,” her gaze was ever so soft as she admired his furrowed eyebrows and worried expression, her fingers rested on top of his hand, offering him a sliver of comfort, confirming that she’d be okay alone.

“are you sure?” his forehead creased and she let out a soft giggle as she brought her soft hand to rub the wrinkles away.

“you’ll look old if you keep on frowning like that..” she hummed, lips twisted upwards as she looked up at him.

“you just make me worry.” he huffed as he pressed a soft kiss to her supple cheek, “i’ll bring you home some medicine, make sure to rest up.” keiji rested his forehead against hers, potentially breathing in the bacteria of her illness, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

keiji let out a soft sigh as he slid into the bed next to her. he rested his arms around her waist, bringing her into the warmth of his chest. 

“you’ll be late..” her droopy eyes and flushed nose was trained on him, he felt his heart patter a little bit faster as a small amount of blood rushed to his cheeks.

“they’ll live, i’m more concerned about you right now.” his fingers pulled her hair back into a ponytail, settling the loose strands on her shoulder, “i’ll leave once you’re asleep.” he whispered, bringing his lips to her cheek.

she nodded, smiling up at him before resting her eyes and curling against the pillow. akaashi couldn’t help but run his fingers up and down the expanse of her arm, an attempt to lull her to sleep before he carefully slipped out of bed and turned the lights off, offering her a soft kiss before leaving the house.

12:27 ! azumane asahi

days with him were always tender.

she brushed his hair carefully as he worked on some early sketches of potential collections. his thick fingers were dusted with graphite and blisters as they brushed over the paper below him. their apartment was strewn with loose drawings and photographs, it was an organised mess, but somehow still cozy.

“you’d look nice in this piece actually, i’ll size one for you later.” he muses, holding up the thin sheet of paper up for her to see.

“i like the square neckline, what fabric will you use?” she asked curiously, peering down at the paper through blue light glasses. her fingers ran through his velvet-like strands of hair.

“don’t know, silk maybe?” he glanced up at her, eyes impossibly soft as he smiled gently. “what do you think?”

“i’m not the designer here..” she mumbled jokingly, kissing the nape of his neck before slumping down on the couch next to him. “you shouldn’t slouch, why don’t you work at your desk instead of at the coffee table?”

“lighting’s better here.” his eyes were drawn to her, he couldn’t help but reach out for her hand and gently caress her soft fingers, so unlike his. “and besides, that room is miserable, i prefer staying out here with you.” he admitted, taking a sip from the steaming mug.

“clingy,” she leaned her head on his shoulder, watching as he sketched. his face was brightened by the sun shining down on him, and her heart swelled ever so softly as she gazed up at him. “i think i prefer the new conditioner i bought. my hair feels a bit more silky now.”

“yeah, it looks good.” he glances over at her, eyes still impossibly soft before he checked the time, “it’s almost 12:30, should we prepare lunch?”

she nodded in response, taking his hand as he pulled her off the couch and into his embrace, whispering a sweet nothing into her ear before they continued to their kitchen.

15:05 ! hinata shoyo

shoyo was always exhausted after practice, the last thing on his mind was his normal exuberant personality.

he had a serene smile on his face as she applied thick layers of aloe vera gel onto his skin. there was nothing that he enjoyed more than these tranquil, everyday moments with her. the sun would set a lot earlier during the winter, and he was grateful that he’d be able to utilise a couple more hours with her in their shared apartment during the off season.

“you should come watch my practices” he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft as he brushed his fingers through his orange hair, “can you apply some to my back, it’s a bit itchy still..” he lifted up the back of his shirt, revealing his tan, muscular back.

“maybe next time, yeah?” her free hand ruffled through his messy hair, letting him melt into her arms. she leaned her head on his shoulder, inhaling his musk of seawater and sunshine. he leaned against the headboard of their bed with a groan, tense thighs and calves relaxing after an excruciating day.

he reached out and pulled her into his arms, pressing multiple kisses against her cheeks & neck, ignoring her relentless giggles. 

“stop sho- that tickles!” she smiled up at him with her eyes creased, and his heart warmed immensely.

“don’t wanna..” he nuzzled against her neck, letting a huff out as his body relaxed on top of hers. “let me practice something.” he’d beg her for this exact thing everyday without fail.

minutes later, the two of them were situated on the ground, hinata grasping onto three chunks of hair which he eagerly tried to braid with. she hummed gently as they conversed about their day, her head occasionally turning towards his and pressing soft, sweet kisses against his chapped lips, receiving flustered, almost awkward giggles in return.

18:55 ! ushijima wakatoshi

his favourite pastime was watching her get ready for bed.

he found it holistic, almost reverent how she’d change into matching pajamas or how on sundays she’d spend a half hour extra in their bathroom. it was so peculiar to him, he’d never seen something like this before.

but he particularly liked standing behind her, leaning against the wall of their bathroom as she meticulously went through each step of her skincare routine, applying miscellaneous gels and creams onto her face which he couldn’t even bear to fathom. she had a little collection of products which she’d use on the daily, ones he had spent a small fortune on, afterall, but they surely did work. there was a soft glow which radiated from her face after she’d finished her routine, a small aspect of her appearance he’d grown to not just love, but appreciate.

sometimes, if he was lucky that night, she’d even let him massage her exfoliating cleanser for her. he found that the grains felt relaxing on his fingertips, but he found the way she’d look up at him with closed eyes utterly endearing, he couldn’t help but let his heart melt and pulse faster then. 

wakatoshi was the epitome of care when it came to her, he wouldn’t dare ruin that half hour she’d set aside for herself every night. but occasionally he’d wrap his arms around her from behind, pressing gentle osculates against her nape as she’d apply her topical creams, he couldn’t help himself.

he’d let out a small smile every time, rubbing his thick fingers into her waist as he watched in awe, he was absolutely infatuated with her. & once she had washed her hands and untied her hair, he was the one to be gracefully pulling her towards the bed and tucking her under the sheets.

21:12 ! kiyoomi sakusa

kiyoomi hated coming home late, but he surely didn’t mind the sight of her wrapped up in their sheets.

the moon shone down on their apartment, the city still bustling as he carefully walked through, not wanting to make a noise. his back was unbearably tense, muscles screaming in agony as he opened the door to their bedroom, almost immediately soothed once he laid eyes upon his partner in a deep state of tranquil in the lonesome of their bed. his heart swelled.

once he’d stripped himself of his sweaty clothes and basked under the warm cascade of their shower, he pulled a black shirt over his head and found a pair of pajama pants to wear, ones which had been the ones to match hers, coincidentally. he brushed his teeth and washed his face, but his heart would beat ever so quicker whenever his eyes would land on her, he found her even more stunning under the moon’s blue light.

before sliding into the bed, he’d gently pressed soft kisses against the skin of her forehead, smiling to himself as he brushed every strand of stray hair away from her face. he was devout when it came to her, with methodical touches was he only able to bring her into his embrace - he was always cold, and she was the only thing able to warm him.

finally, his eyes could close, he was absolutely exhausted. his head nuzzled against her scalp, inhaling the scent of clean, honey fragranced hair. he could rest in this familiarity. with a groan, his arms tightened around her impossibly, but still careful as to not wake her up. sakusa melted into the mattress, letting out tired groans and occasional stirs as he found himself falling asleep.

it still surprised him how easily he could fall asleep now, compared to when he was younger and all alone. 

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[luvnami]

please please please please please please please just one chance

ushijima finds you knocked out on the living room sofa, clutching a throw pillow to your chest.

“baby?” he says softly. 

he pads over to the sofa as you continue snoozing away peacefully. ushijima crouches down near your head. your mouth is slightly ajar and a trail of drool runs down your cheek. 

“darling.” he touches your shoulder lightly. “wake up. go and sleep on the bed instead, it’s more comfortable.”

you stir. ushijima smiles as you blink yourself awake, still in the haze of your unintentional afternoon nap.

“mmm…” you mumble and lazily rub at your eyes. “carry me, toshi. m’sleepy.”

ushijima kisses your forehead. “okay. hang on.”

he scoops you into his arms, one bracing your shoulders and the other securely under your knees. your half-lidded eyes gaze up at your boyfriend. his body is warm against your own as you rest your head against his shoulder.

“you’re so handsome, toshi.”

his smile grows a little wider. 

“is that so?”

“mhm…”

ushijima nudges the door to your shared bedroom open with elbow. he places you down carefully on your side of the bed, tugging at the pillows, then the comforter to make sure you’re comfortable.

“thank you, toshi,” you slur. “good night.”

he leans down and kisses your forehead.

“good night, baby.”

[clawsdevour]

shut up!

wc: 0.2k content warning: established relationship, fluff, not proofread

a/n: js finished with my essay !!! expect sum stories here n there whenever i finish my hw :3

҂ᤳ . *

"god, i look terrible today. my hair's all greasy too," you groaned under your breath as your fingers tangled with your locks of hair in an attempt to fix it, staring straight into the mirror that reflected back your pores that erupted with sebum.

clearly upset, eyebrows furrowed in disappointment as you tried to make yourself feel okay, you can't help but feel like an emotional wreck.

your boyfriend senses your low energy from where he sat, ushijima's eyes peering up from his work emails he was so focused on responding to. now he's watching you, every trembling moment made his stomach ache whenever he heard you mumble under your breath about how ugly you felt knowing that you're the prettiest thing his eyes ever laid upon.

"you're beautiful," ushishima's husky low voice blurted out, catching your attention as you whipped your hair back to look at his eyes staring dead set at you.

"shut up.." you murmured, returning your head back to look in the mirror as you brushed through your roots to your ends.

"no. you're beautiful" determination in his voice that roared from his seat.

you can feel ushijima's gaze on your back that always made you flutter as if he were towering over you despite him still sitting in the same spot.

"shut up..!!" you responded sheepishly, a bit embarrassed of showing your face which has turned a slightly pink hue.

"won't till you admit it" averting your eyes to meet with his, the corners of his lips curling up lovingly. that bastard.

"admit what?"

"that you're beautiful."

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