AnonJD, pt 2. Scenario where Ushijima notices a new (smol but cute) girl but never has a chance to talk to her but finds things in her that he’s interested in (is noticed!), and one day after a practice (and people come to watch sometimes including her), she comes up to him and boldly asks him on a date in front of the team?

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aaaaaahhhhh i didn’t really write that the new girl was smol, save for one line in the middle and i am so sorry about that

but i absolutely loved writing this, and i hope you guys like it!

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You were here again. This time a
couple of other girls were with you, gawking at everything and yelling at stray
balls. They were positioned right next to the gym entrance, and exactly in
Ushijima’s view.

He should be focusing on the
tosses that Shirabu was giving him for warm-ups, but every move you made seemed
to catch his eye. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it, though. You fascinated
him. The girls who would join you gawked at the ball, flinched and dodged at
stray balls that weren’t even close to hitting them. Whereas you… You would
watch everything with a keen eye—how the players moved, how Shirabu would set
the ball, how Reon would dive to receive a ball, saw where Tendou was looking
to block a spike. You didn’t seem like an ordinary spectator to the game; it
was more like you were analyzing every play and making notes for improvement in
your head.

And it piqued his interest.

Ushijima couldn’t count how many
times he almost talked to you, if it wasn’t for the coach being very strict
during practices. Though it wouldn’t really show, he would become very anxious
whenever you were near, waiting and hoping you were still in the court so he
could actually talk to you. But whenever they got dismissed you would be gone
already.

“Wakatoshi-kun,” Tendou would say
after notes, “what’s got you so antsy? Did that girl come again?”

He would nod and turn away
without another word, despite the redhead’s successive questions.

It was like a routine at this
point—practice would begin and people would start trickling in, Ushijima would
spot you and you would lock eyes, he would keep sneaking glances at you during
breaks and you stayed until the end, he would go with the team for notes with
the coach and when he turned around you would be gone.

To be truthful, he was getting
tired of it. He so wanted to break the ordinary and start a new and
surprise-filled arc in his story, but he didn’t even know your name. He didn’t
know your year or class or if you were actually interested in him or not. All
he knew was that you liked watching them play.

But maybe today would be the day.
Maybe today he could ask your name and year and class and why you would always
come to watch. Maybe—

“Ushijima-kun.”

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This is so awesome! How cute!!!