Awww! I agree that it would be super cute to see him
crushing on someone. I hope you like what I came up with!
You Got Me by Colbie Caillat – Ushijima
“So, I was thinking, we could go to that new movie this
weekend,” Tendou says only to discover that his best friend is no longer next
to him. Whirling around, the middle blocker makes his way back to where
Ushijima is standing stock still in the middle of the hallway, his eyes fixated
on something. Following his line of sight, Tendou’s look of curiosity turns to
one of mirth when he realizes what, or rather who, Wakatoshi is staring at.
There you stand, mouth wide open in a full-blown laugh that
carries down the hall in both directions. Even from this distance both the boys
can see your eyes shining with jubilee as you respond to whatever it is your
friend just said that made you laugh so hard.
You’re stuck on me and
my laughing eyes
I can’t pretend though
I try to hide
I like you. I like you
“You know, instead of always staring, you could try talking
to her?” he hazards elbowing his friend.
Ushijima starts out of his haze, eyes narrowing in minor
annoyance but he doesn’t reply, merely turns and continues on his way as though
the whole interaction never happened. Tendou sighs falling back into step with
the stoic ace, continuing to chide him about telling you how he feels.
I think I felt my
heart skip a beat
I’m standing here and
I can hardly breathe
You got me, yeah, you
got me
“There’s nothing to tell,” his baritone voice proclaims but
Tendou cuts off further protest with a laugh.
“Oh sure, like you haven’t been half stalking her for the
better part of the year!”
Ushijima glares again but Tendou is unaffected. He pokes him
in the chest. “It’s our third year, you should make a move!”
A few days later, Ushijima is again walking through the
halls but this time he’s sans Tendou who had to stay behind to work on a group
project. Just as he rounds a corner, he sees you descending the stairs, a pile
of precariously stacked books blocking your vision. He hurries his steps when
he sees you’re about to miss one.
With a startled yelp, you release the books as your foot
hits air instead of what you presumed to be the ground floor, realizing too
late you over shot the last stair and are on your way to a nasty fall. The
sound of books crashing to the floor surround you but you’re too caught up in
the feel of someone’s hand in yours to take further notice of it. A sharp tug makes
you wince but you’ll take a shoulder strain over a sprained ankle or bruised
tailbone any day.
Another hand, linked to a strong, powerful arm, wraps around
your waist to hold you better upright and the next moment your eyes are locked
to those of Ushijima Wakatoshi. Your body is tense, heart thundering in your
chest but you’re not sure if it’s solely from the narrow escape of your date
with the ground or the proximity of Shiratorizawa’s ace to your person. His
body is rock solid, a pillar holding you up like you weigh nothing at all.
The way you take my
hand is just so sweet
Wakatoshi can feel his pulse beating erratically, the feel
of you pressed so close to him making his head swim. He’s never felt like this
about anything, not even volleyball if he’s honest. Neither of you seem sure of
what to do so you remain frozen in the moment until he blinks. It’s as if the
spell of stagnation breaks and you’re moving apart in sync, you stammering
apologies and he working to say something more intelligible than “hmm”.
“Thank you so much Ushijima-san, gosh, what a klutz I am,”
you say stooping to begin picking up your burdens.
Ushijima crouches next to you, also picking up books, and
when you smile at him he feels his heart almost stop; he’s never had the full
effect of one of your smiles turned upon him before. Even if its slightly
awkward, it blocks out all the bad of the world for just a moment and he feels
a sense of peace unlike anything before.
And that crooked smile
of yours
It knocks me off my
feet
“It’s no trouble ______-san,” he rumbles, standing as you
do. You reach out to take the books from his hands but he shakes his head. “I’ll
help you carry them.”
You smile again, brighter this time, and he feels a stronger
surge of emotion course through his body. How can something so simple affect
him so much? Together, you walk in silence to the library where you both
deposit the tomes.
“Did you read all of these?” he asks curiously.
You nod your head shyly, tucking a few strands of hair
behind your ear. “I’m kind of an avid reader, tend to get carried away
sometimes,” you admit sheepishly.
Silence descends and Ushijima curses his inability to
communicate more effectively. Up until this point, his one word answers or
short clipped sentences have served him well but he wants to keep talking to
you, to get to know you more than he does.
Oh, I just can’t get
enough
How much do I need to
fill me up
Before he can talk himself out of it he blurts out, “_____-san,
would you like to go out sometime?”
Your eyes go wide in shock, mouth opening and closing but no
sound emerges. Finally, you find your voice and splutter out, “Yes! Yes, I’d
love to go out with you, Ushijima-san!”
He smiles slightly and you feel like butter melting in the
noon day sun. Numbers are exchanged as well as goodbyes, both of you walking
away from the encounter feeling lighter than air and inexplicably happy at just
the knowledge that you’ll be seeing one another again.
Looking at the paper in his hand, Ushijima takes a deep
breath. If this is what it’s like to be in love, he definitely doesn’t mind.
It feels so good, it
must be love
It’s everything that
I’ve been dreaming of
I give up, I give in,
I let go
Let’s begin
Cause no matter what I
do,
Oh (oh)
My heart is filled
with you
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