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ShĆyĆ could never hide how much he loved it when Ushijima lost control in bed â strong, intense, and unapologetically his.
He loved it when Ushijima being rough and choked him midfucking.
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Falling for Senpai
The first time Ushijima Wakatoshi stepped into the gym of High School, he wasnât expecting much.
He had been convincedâmore like draggedâby his friend Sakusa Kiyoomi to check out the volleyball club. âYou should at least see the team before making a decision,â Sakusa had said, arms crossed, looking unimpressed as always.
So here he was, standing by the entrance of the gym, staring at the team of third-years already deep into their practice. The sound of sneakers squeaking against the wooden floor and the satisfying smack of a volleyball being spiked filled the air. It was a strong team, that much he could tell at a glance. But none of that held his attention for long.
Because amidst the group of upperclassmen, he saw him.
A third-year with bright orange hair, as if the setting sun had chosen to rest atop his head. He was much shorter than the rest of his teammates, yet he moved across the court with a presence so commanding it was impossible to look away.
And then he jumped.
Ushijimaâs breath hitched.
Despite his smaller frame, the third-year soared highâso high it was almost as if the sky itself was reaching for him. His body twisted in mid-air, arm swinging down with sharp precision, and the ball slammed onto the other side of the court.
âNice kill, Hinata!â one of his teammates called out.
Hinata.
The name settled into Ushijimaâs mind as he watched the orange-haired third-year land with a light bounce, spinning around with a bright, triumphant smile. His energy was unlike anything Ushijima had ever seenâelectric, contagious, mesmerizing.
âOi, Wakatoshi.â
Sakusaâs voice snapped him out of his trance. Ushijima turned his head slightly, only to see his friend staring at him with narrowed eyes.
âWeâre here to check out the team, not stare at the third-years like a lost puppy,â Sakusa muttered, crossing his arms.
Ushijima said nothing, but his eyes flickered back to the courtâback to Hinata.
And then, as if feeling his gaze, the third-year turned around. Their eyes met for the first time.
âAh! You guys must be the first-years, right?â
Hinataâs voice was light, cheerful, carrying none of the intimidation a top player should have. He jogged toward them without hesitation, stopping right in front of Ushijima.
Up close, the difference in their height was even more noticeable. Hinata barely reached his shoulder. And yet, looking down at him, Ushijima didnât feel taller at all. If anything, Hinataâs energy filled the space between them, making him seem larger than life.
âYouâre really tall for a first-year!â Hinata grinned, tilting his head slightly to look up at him. âWhatâs your name?â
Ushijima hesitated for a moment. His heart was beating a little too fast, something unfamiliar and new twisting inside his chest.
ââŠUshijima Wakatoshi.â
âUshijima, huh?â Hinata beamed, sticking out a hand toward him. âNice to meet you! Iâm Hinata Shoyo, third-year and outside hitter! Welcome to the team!â
Ushijima looked at his outstretched hand. Then, slowly, he took it.
Warm. That was the first thought that crossed his mind.
And the second?
I think I just fell in love with my senpai.
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The bar had an understated eleganceâwarm lighting glowed against dark wooden walls, and shelves stocked with expensive whiskey and sake lined the back. The scent of aged alcohol, tobacco, and the faintest hint of citrus lingered in the air. The occasional clink of glasses and low hum of conversation added to the intimate, relaxed atmosphere. It was a place for professionals looking to unwind, and for four former volleyball players, it had become their unofficial meeting spot.
At their usual booth, Kuroo Tetsurou flicked the ash from his cigarette, his tie already undone and his sleeves rolled up. âAlright, gentlemen,â he drawled, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. âWhich one of us is the most washed-up?â
Iwaizumi Hajime, sipping his bourbon, didnât even hesitate. âItâs you.â
Kuroo let out a sharp laugh, pointing at him. âYou didnât even think about that!â
âDidnât need to,â Iwaizumi shot back, setting his glass down. âYou work too much, complain about back pain, and text Kei about it like heâs your doctor.â
Kuroo made an exaggerated scoffing noise. âExcuse me for trusting my beloved husband.â He flicked his lighter open and closed, absentmindedly playing with the flame. âFor the record, Kei says Iâm aging like fine wine.â
âMore like expired milk,â Daichi muttered, dragging his cigarette to his lips.
Ushijima Wakatoshi, who had been listening quietly, let out a small chuckle.
Kuroo turned to him. âAlright, Ushijima, settle this. Whoâs the most washed-up?â
Ushijima set his whiskey glass down with a quiet clink. His deep voice was as even as ever. âI donât believe any of us are washed-up.â
Kuroo groaned. âYouâre too nice, man.â
Daichi smirked. âHe just doesnât want to admit itâs him.â
Ushijima shook his head, taking another sip of whiskey before saying, âShoyo would not allow it.â
At the mention of his name, the table perked up.
Kuroo grinned. âSpeaking of which, howâs married life treating you?â
Ushijima exhaled, glancing down at the cigarette in his hand. A moment of hesitation passed before he finally admitted, âShoyo wants me to quit smoking.â
That earned a round of knowing laughter.
Iwaizumi nudged his glass toward him. âAnd howâs that going?â
Ushijima took a long, deliberate drag from his cigarette. The smoke curled up between his fingers before he finally exhaled, looking entirely unbothered. ââŠNot well.â
Daichi chuckled. âFigured.â
Kuroo leaned forward, grinning. âThen how does he reacts when he catches you?â
Ushijima let out a small sigh, his gaze softening in a way that only happened when he talked about his husband. âHe scolds me. And then he pouts.â
Iwaizumi whistled. âDamn. He must really want you to stop.â
Ushijima nodded. âShoyo says he doesnât want me getting sick. And that I smell like smoke too often.â
Kuroo smirked. âWhat, he doesnât like the scent of expensive tobacco?â
Ushijima shook his head. âNo. He says he prefers how I smell after a shower.â
There was a beat of silence before Kuroo let out a dramatic groan. âLook at you. God, youâre so in love.â
Ushijima didnât deny it. Instead, he took another slow drag from his cigarette before setting it down in the ashtray. âI try to quit,â he admitted. âBut itâs difficult.â
Iwaizumi nodded, tipping his glass toward him. âAddictionâs a bitch.â
Daichi exhaled a trail of smoke. âYouâll figure it out. Just donât let Shoyo catch you again.â
Ushijima hummed. âHe always does.â
That earned another round of laughter, the kind only old friends could share.
Kuroo leaned back in his chair, rolling his glass between his fingers. âMan, Iwa, I still canât believe youâre actually a trainer now. Feels like you just went from screaming at Oikawa to screaming at pro athletes.â
Iwaizumi snorted, swirling his whiskey. âNot that different, honestly. Oikawa was just as stubborn as these guys.â He took a sip, then sighed. âBut, yeah⊠some days, I miss playing myself.â
Daichi leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. âWe all do.â
Ushijima, silent as ever, took a slow drag from his cigarette before exhaling toward the ceiling. âThe drive to win never really leaves,â he said simply.
There was a quiet understanding in the air. Late-night practices, brutal drills, the feeling of sweat-soaked jerseys clinging to their backsâthose memories still lived in them, even if their bodies had moved on.
âBut look at us now,â Kuroo said, lifting his glass in mock celebration. âCorporate dogs, all of us. I spend my days buried in meetings, youââ he nodded at Daichi, ââare bossing around a whole police force, Iwaâs breaking pro players, and Wakatoshiâs out there terrifying his subordinates.â
Ushijima took another sip of his drink. âI am not terrifying.â
âYou made an intern cry last week,â Daichi pointed out.
Ushijima frowned slightly. âHe was underprepared.â
Kuroo smirked. âSee? Terrifying.â
The conversation drifted between work, relationships, and memories of their volleyball daysâlate-night practices, punishing drills, the burning desire to win. And now? Now they had careers, mortgages, and significant others waiting at home.
Things had changed, but at that moment, sitting together with cigarettes between their fingers and alcohol warming their throats, it felt like nothing had changed at all.
And maybe, in some ways, nothing ever would.

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Ushijima saved this childhood picture of Shoyo coz heâs way too cute

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He's never been good at sugar coating things anyway
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The Council Whisperer
The executive council room felt like a battlefield. Ushijima Wakatoshi, the head of the universityâs executive council, stood at the front of the long table with his arms crossed, his towering figure casting an imposing shadow over the group. His sharp green eyes scanned the room like a hawk, and everyone held their breath, praying they wouldnât be the next target of his stern critique.
âTerushima,â Ushijima said, his voice low but firm.
âY-Yes, sir!â Terushima Yuuji sat up straight, his usual boisterous energy nowhere to be found.
âYou left the venue locked on the day of the event. Do you understand how much of a delay that caused? Be more thorough next time.â
âI-I wonât let it happen again!â Terushima stammered, looking like a scolded puppy.
Before Terushima could even recover, Ushijimaâs gaze shifted.
âFutakuchi. The budget for the upcoming festival is disorganized. If youâre going to joke around with Terushima during meetings, I suggest you use that time to fix your spreadsheets instead.â
Futakuchi winced but attempted a smirk to save face. âGot it, boss. No more fun allowed.â
âAnd Suga,â Ushijima continued, ignoring Futakuchiâs quip, âyour task report is two days late. Youâre supposed to be setting an example for the others.â
Sugawara Koushi, usually calm and composed, looked genuinely chastened. âIâll submit it tonight. Sorry about that.â
The room was suffocating under Ushijimaâs unrelenting scrutiny. Terushima and Futakuchi exchanged glances, silently pleading for salvation. Across the table,Kunimi Akira, the timid secretary, fidgeted with his pen, while Nishinoya YĆ« and Tanaka Ryuunosuke sat frozen in their chairs, too scared to breathe too loudly. Even Oikawa Tooru, who prided himself on his charisma, was unusually quiet, clearly unwilling to risk provoking Ushijima.
Finally, when Ushijima launched into a lecture about âaccountabilityâ that showed no signs of ending, Futakuchi leaned over to whisper to Sugawara. âText Hinata.â
âAlready did,â Suga whispered back, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline. âHe said heâs coming.â
As if on cue, the door swung open, and in came Hinata ShĆyĆ.
âAh, there he is,â Terushima muttered under his breath, relief flooding his tone.
Hinata strode into the room, his bright orange hair practically glowing in the harsh fluorescent light. He wore a small smile, but it carried an unmistakable authority that immediately caught everyoneâs attention.
âWakatoshi-kun,â Hinata said, his tone warm but firm.
Ushijimaâs lecture ground to a halt as he turned toward Hinata. The shift in his demeanor was immediate. His rigid posture softened, and his intense expression gave way to something far gentler.
âShĆyĆ,â Ushijima greeted him, his voice quieter now.
The room felt like it collectively exhaled.
Hinata walked up to Ushijima, standing close enough that the taller man instinctively leaned down to hear him better. âYouâve been at this for hours. They get it. How about you give them a break?â
Ushijima frowned slightly but didnât argue. âThey made a lot of mistakes this time, ShĆyĆ.â
âI know,â Hinata said, his voice soothing yet firm. âBut they wonât do better if theyâre too scared to mess up. Trust me, theyâll work harder if youâre a little nicer.â
For a moment, the room held its breath, watching as Ushijima considered Hinataâs words. Then, with a slow nod, he relented.
âVery well. Meeting adjourned,â Ushijima said, his tone much softer than before.
The council members wasted no time. Chairs scraped against the floor as everyone stood, muttering their thanks to Hinata as they hurried out of the room.
âShĆyĆ, youâre a lifesaver,â Sugawara said, patting Hinata on the shoulder as he passed.
âYouâre our hero!â Terushima added, giving Hinata a thumbs-up.
âRemind me to buy you a drink later,â Futakuchi said with a wink before disappearing out the door.
Once the room was empty, Hinata turned to Ushijima, his hands on his hips. His bright smile had morphed into a stern pout.
âToshi,â Hinata began, using his boyfriendâs nickname, âyou really need to stop scaring them so much. Do you know how stressed they looked?â
âThey made mistakes,â Ushijima said, his brows furrowing. âIf I donât address themââ
âThereâs a difference between addressing mistakes and terrifying them into submission,â Hinata interrupted, crossing his arms. âYouâre way too intense sometimes. You canât just bulldoze through people.â
Ushijima stared at him, a faint crease forming between his brows. âBulldoze?â
âYes, bulldoze!â Hinata said, poking him lightly in the chest. âYouâre so serious all the time. Theyâre trying their best, Toshi. You have to encourage them, not scare them into working harder.â
Ushijima sighed, his broad shoulders relaxing slightly. âI understand. Iâll⊠try to be more encouraging.â
âGood,â Hinata said, his frown melting into a smile. âSee? That wasnât so hard, was it?â
Ushijima reached out, wrapping an arm around Hinataâs waist and pulling him close. âYouâre the only one who can talk to me like this.â
âSomeone has to,â Hinata teased, leaning into Ushijimaâs embrace. âYouâd scare away the whole council if I wasnât around.â
âI donât need them,â Ushijima said simply, pressing a kiss to the top of Hinataâs head. âI just need you.â
Hinata laughed, his cheeks tinged with pink. âThatâs sweet, but you still have to be nice to them, okay?â
âOkay,â Ushijima agreed, holding him just a little tighter.
From the hallway, Terushima peeked through the door, smirking as he whispered to Sugawara.
âSee? Told you Hinataâs the real boss here.â
Suga nodded solemnly. âHeâs amazing. We should start calling him Captain Sunshine.â
âYou say that like weâre not already doing that behind his back,â Futakuchi replied with a grin before they both snuck away, leaving the couple in peace.
âââ-
Group Chat : The First Year Survivors
Yamaguchi: So⊠Atsumu-san is really hosting a party? In Okinawa? Thatâs wild.
Yachi: Yeah, I heard itâs supposed to be really casual, but knowing Atsumu-san, I bet itâll be over the top.
Kageyama: Heâs been bugging me about this for weeks. Says itâs ânecessary for team bonding.â
Tsukishima: Sounds more like a way for him to show off.
Hinata: Who cares! This is going to be so fun!!! Iâve never been to Okinawa before!
Yamaguchi: Same! I already packed snacks for the road trip. I canât wait.
Yachi: Wait, is Ushijima-san okay with this?
Kageyama: Yeah, have you told him yet?
Hinata: đ Iâm not sneaking off or anything. Of course Iâm going to tell him!
Tsukishima: I give it five minutes before he tries to veto the entire trip.
Hinata: Oh, come on. Heâs not that bad.
Yamaguchi: Hinata, weâre just saying⊠good luck.
âž»
Hinata: Toshi.
Ushijima: Yes, Shoyo?
Hinata: Iâll be going to Okinawa this weekend. Iâll be back Sunday morning.
Ushijima: With who? What occasion?
Hinata: Atsumu-san is hosting a small party for first years. Weâre driving there in Kageyamaâs car.
Ushijima: Itâs not necessary for you to go there and join them.
Hinata: What do you mean??
Ushijima: The event will only tire you. Youâll have lack of sleep, and you might get sick.
Hinata: Iâm not asking for your permission, Toshi. I just wanted to let you know that Iâm going.
Ushijima: Why is it so hard for you to listen to me, Shoyo? You still have assignments to finish. Going there will waste your time and energy.
Hinata: But I want to go! Iâll finish my assignments when I get back!
Ushijima: If you want to go, then just go. You wonât listen to me anyway.
Hinata: Toshi, why are you angry?
Ushijima: Iâm angry or not, youâll still go. So it doesnât matter.
âž»
On the Way to Okinawa
The car ride was lively, with Hinata, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Kageyama, and Tsukishima all crammed into Kageyamaâs car.
âHinata,â Yamaguchi said, glancing back at his friend from the passenger seat. âHow did Ushijima-san take the news?â
Hinata slumped in his seat, pouting. âHeâs mad.â
âI told you,â Tsukishima said, smirking. âHe probably wants you to stay home and do assignments or something boring like that.â
âThatâs exactly what he said!â Hinata groaned, throwing his hands in the air.
Yachi frowned. âBut⊠I mean, I get why heâs worried. You do tend to overdo it sometimes.â
âIâll be fine!â Hinata waved her concern away. âI just wish he didnât get so sulky about it.â
Kageyama, keeping his eyes on the road, muttered, âYou two argue like an old married couple.â
âHey!â Hinata protested, crossing his arms. âYou donât see me throwing a fit every time you do something dumb with Atsumu-san.â
âThatâs because Atsumu lets me do what I want,â Kageyama said simply.
Tsukishima snorted. âProbably because heâs too busy planning ridiculous parties to notice.â
âShut up!â Kageyama snapped, his ears turning red.
The rest of the car burst into laughter as they sped toward Okinawa.
âž»
Executive Council Meeting
The tension in the room was unbearable. Ushijima stood at the head of the table, his voice as sharp as ever as he picked apart every detail of the councilâs recent projects.
âTerushima,â he said, his tone flat but firm. âYour event preparation was disorganized. Do better next time.â
Terushima wilted in his seat. âY-Yes, sir!â
âFutakuchi,â Ushijima continued, his gaze like a laser. âYour budget proposal was submitted late. Thatâs unacceptable.â
âGot it, boss,â Futakuchi muttered, scratching the back of his neck.
Sugawara leaned over to whisper to Nishinoya, âHeâs worse than usual. Did something happen?â
âItâs Hinata,â Nishinoya whispered back. âTheyâre fighting again.â
âGreat,â Futakuchi muttered, catching the exchange. âRemind me to send Hinata a thank-you gift for this.â
âž»
Another Argument
Hinata: Wakatoshi, can you please stop scaring the council members? They told me youâve been impossible today.
Ushijima: Then can you please not go to the party and focus on your priorities?
Hinata: I already told you, Iâll manage my assignments when I get back. Why are you being like this??
Ushijima: Because Iâm worried about you, Shoyo. I always listen to your concerns about the council. Why canât you listen to me for once?
Hinata: This isnât the same! Youâre just being sulky because I didnât do what you wanted.
Ushijima: Iâm sulky because you donât trust my judgment. Donât be selfish, Shoyo.
Hinata: Fine. If youâre going to act like this, I donât want to talk to you right now.
Ushijima: No need to talk then. Do what you want.
Hinata tossed his phone onto the bed, groaning. âHeâs impossible!â
Yamaguchi, sharing the hotel room with him, looked up from his book. âStill mad?â
Hinata nodded. âHeâs being so stubborn! Why canât he just trust that Iâll be fine?â
Yamaguchi sighed. âWell⊠heâs always like this when it comes to you. Just give him time. Heâll come around.â
âž»
Updates From Okinawa
Hinata: We arrived already.
Ushijima: Ok.
Hinata: I already ate, and now I feel sleepy.
Ushijima: What did you have for lunch?
Hinata: Curry rice.
Ushijima: Ok.
Hinata: Are you still angry?
Ushijima: Yes.
Hinata: Ok. Iâll take a nap.
Ushijima: Ok. Have a good sleep.
Yamaguchi, watching Hinata put his phone away with a dramatic sigh, chuckled. âStill no good?â
âNo good,â Hinata said, flopping onto the bed. âWhy is he like this?â
Yamaguchi smiled. âBecause he cares about you. Donât worryâheâll cool off soon enough.â
âI hope so,â Hinata muttered before closing his eyes.
Meanwhile, Ushijima stared at his phone, rereading the last message. A small sigh escaped him as he set it down.
âââ-
Unexpected Message
Yachi was comfortably curled up in her hotel bed, scrolling through her phone, when it vibrated with a message. She opened it, and her eyes went wide when she saw the sender.
From: Ushijima Wakatoshi.
Her heart raced. Why was he messaging her? Was he upset about something? Did Hinata say something about the trip that made him angry? Was she about to face the full brunt of Ushijimaâs notorious temper?
She cautiously opened the chat.
Ushijima: Yachi, good evening.
Yachi: Hello, Ushijima-san. Is there anything I can help you with?
Ushijima: What is Shoyo doing?
Yachi blinked in surprise. Oh, so this is about Hinata. Still, Ushijimaâs serious demeanor loomed in her mind, and she responded quickly.
Yachi: Heâs sleeping, right after we had our dinner.
Ushijima: At this hour? Why so early?
Yachi: Iâm not sure. He said he felt very sleepyâŠ
Ushijima: What did he have for dinner?
Yachi: We all had hot pot with crab. It was good.
Ushijima: Crab?
Yachi frowned. Was something wrong with crab? She hesitated before typing.
Yachi: Yes, Ushijima-san.
A pause. Her phone vibrated again.
Ushijima: Yachi, can you please check on him?
Her stomach dropped. Oh no, is something wrong?!
Yachi: Oh, okay, Ushijima-san. Please wait.
Ushijima: Iâll be waiting.
Yachi scrambled out of bed and rushed to Hinataâs room. She knocked once before bursting in, startling Yamaguchi, who was sitting by the couch.
âWhatâs going on?â Yamaguchi asked, confused.
âItâs Hinata!â Yachi said in a panicked voice. She hurried to the bed, shaking Hinata gently. âShoyo, are you okay? Wake up!â
Hinata groaned, his face pale and clammy. He sat up suddenly, clutching his stomach, and before Yachi or Yamaguchi could react, he bolted to the bathroom.
âOh no,â Yachi whispered as she heard him retching.
âž»
Yachiâs hands shook as she typed her update to Ushijima.
Yachi: Ushijima-san⊠Shoyo is sick. He vomited and has a fever.
The reply came almost instantly.
Ushijima: Please check his blue pouch in his bag. Thereâs a grey pill. Give him one.
Yachi rushed to Hinataâs bag, digging through it until she found the blue pouch. Inside, she spotted the grey pills Ushijima had mentioned.
Yachi: Okay, will do.
Ushijima: Iâll be there in 30 minutes.
Yachi froze. Heâs coming here?!
Yachi: Okay, Ushijima-san. And⊠weâre sorry.
âž»
Yamaguchi helped Hinata back to the bed, his face full of concern. âWhat happened?â
âI donât knowâŠâ Hinata mumbled, his voice weak. âI just feel so sick.â
Yachi handed him a glass of water along with the pill. âHere, take this. Ushijima-san said it will help.â
Hinataâs eyes widened slightly. âToshi? You told him?â
âOf course I did!â Yachi said, exasperated. âHeâs on his way here right now.â
Hinata groaned, sinking further into the blankets. âHeâs going to lecture me about eating too much crab, isnât he?â
âI think heâs more worried than anything,â Yamaguchi said softly.
Yachi nodded, though she still felt a little shaky. âLetâs just make sure youâre okay before he gets here. Otherwise⊠well, I donât even want to imagine what heâll do if youâre not.â
Hinata managed a weak laugh, though the color still hadnât returned to his face.
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Instincts of the Heart
Ushijima Wakatoshi always trusted his instincts. It was part of what made him a great volleyball player and an even better leader. But when it came to Hinata Shoyo, those instincts werenât just strongâthey were almost impossible to ignore.
From the moment Shoyo told him about the Okinawa trip, Ushijima felt uneasy. He didnât want to stop Hinata from enjoying himself, but something about the timing didnât sit right. So, without telling his tiny but feisty boyfriend, Ushijima made arrangements to travel to Okinawa as well.
He told himself it was just to keep an eye on Hinata, to ensure his safety. But deep down, he knew it was because his heart couldnât rest when they were apart, especially when something felt wrong.
âž»
When the message from Yachi came through, Ushijimaâs gut tightened.
âShoyo is sick, he vomited and has a fever.â
That was all he needed to hear.
Ushijima was already en route, but he pushed his car faster. His emotions swirledâworry for Hinataâs health, frustration that his instincts were right, and guilt for not insisting harder that Hinata stay home.
By the time he arrived at Atsumuâs villa, Ushijimaâs usual composed demeanor was strained. The moment he stepped through the front door, all conversations stopped.
Atsumu, lounging in the living room with Kageyama, froze mid-sentence.
Everyone knew who Ushijima was here for. His towering frame and sharp gaze left no room for questions.
âWhere is Shoyo?â Ushijimaâs voice was calm but commanding.
Yachi, who had been waiting nervously near the doorway, stepped forward. âThis way, Ushijima-san,â she said, her voice a little shaky.
Ushijima nodded once. âThank you, Yachi.â
She led him to the room where Hinata was resting, and once they reached the door, she decided to leave them alone. âIâll⊠leave you to it,â she murmured, stepping away quickly.
âž»
Inside the room, Ushijima found Hinata curled up on the bed, his small frame buried under a blanket. His fiery orange hair was damp with sweat, and his face looked pale and tired.
Ushijima let out a quiet sigh, his emotions softening at the sight. He had already let out most of his frustration during the drive here, so now there was only concern. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his large hand gently stroking Hinataâs hair.
Hinata stirred at the touch, his eyes fluttering open. His raspy voice broke the silence. âHmm⊠Toshi?â
âYes, Iâm here,â Ushijima said softly, his voice steady but filled with warmth.
Hinataâs eyes filled with tears. âToshi, are you still mad at me? I feel sickâŠâ His voice cracked as he fought the urge to cry, feeling small and helpless.
Ushijima shook his head and pinched Hinataâs cheek gently. âNow whoâs crying like a little kid?â
Hinata let out a loud sob, burying his face in the blanket. âI feel awful, Toshi! I canât do anything, and Iâm pathetic!â
Ushijima couldnât help but chuckle lightly at his boyfriendâs dramatic response. He leaned closer, his tone firm but kind. âNow, do you want to keep crying and stay here, or do you want to go home with me?â
âWanna go home with ToshiâŠâ Hinata sniffled, clutching at Ushijimaâs shirt like a lifeline.
Ushijimaâs voice softened further, though he couldnât resist one more question. âAfter this, are you going to keep being stubborn?â
âIâll listen to youâŠâ Hinata mumbled, his tears slowing. âPlease donât be angry anymoreâŠâ
Satisfied with the answer, Ushijima gently picked Hinata up in his arms. Hinata clung to him tightly, resting his head against Ushijimaâs chest as the bigger man gathered his belongings with one hand, slinging Hinataâs bag over his shoulder.
As Ushijima stood to leave, Hinata nuzzled against his neck, his voice barely audible. âToshi⊠rub my back.â
Ushijima let out a rare chuckle, complying immediately as he rubbed soothing circles on Hinataâs back. âYouâre so spoiled sometimes,â he murmured, but his tone was full of affection.
Hinata hummed in contentment, his small frame relaxing against Ushijima.
To everyone else, Hinata Shoyo was a ball of fiery energy and sass. But to Ushijima, he was the cutest, most precious person in the world. And no matter how stubborn or spoiled Hinata could be, Ushijima would never stop spoiling and loving him.
After all, there was no one else like his Shoyo.


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Someone draw this for me :)
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Collision
Final part
After MSBYâs triumph over Schweidenâafter a hard-fought victory that left both teams bloodied but unbowedâthe tension off the court deepened in ways neither Hinata nor Ushijima could have foreseen. Somehow, between the stolen glances during practice matches and the lingering heat of post-match kisses, they had grown inexplicably closer. Despite their pride, their exchanges were constantâtexts, calls, secret visits. Every time Ushijima traveled to Miyagi, he sought only Hinata Shoyo, whose defiant spirit both frustrated and fascinated him.
That night, in the dim hush of Ushijimaâs apartment in Tokyo, the victory still pulsed in the background like a fading echo, Hinata had stayed over. The remnants of their passion from the previous night lay scattered between themâa tangled comforter, whispered breaths and loud moans, and a truth too raw to name. As dawn began to filter through the drawn curtains, Hinata lay half-bare, his naked body ensconced beneath a thick comforter. His heart was still racing with aftershocks of desire, his skin recalling every touch.
Unable to sleep, Hinataâs voice trembled as he finally broke the silence.
âWhat are we, Ushijima?â
He asked softly, the question hanging in the cool morning air like a challenge and a plea all at once.
Ushijima, sitting at the edge of the bed and methodically buttoning up his shirt, paused. Each movement revealed muscles that had fought battles on the court and in moments of unbridled passion. His eyes, dark and intense, met Hinataâs with an unreadable expression.
âWhy do you ask?â he replied in a measured tone, his voice betraying nothing of the storm beneath.
Hinataâs frustration flared. âHey, Iâm the one who asked you first!â he snapped, his tone edged with both indignation and vulnerability.
A quiet smile tugged at Ushijimaâs lips. âWhatever you want to call it, Iâll leave it to you,â he answered calmly, as if the answer were as simple as a well-rehearsed play.
But Hinata wasnât satisfied. His pride and raw need clashed as he tried to argue, âSo, we can sleep with anyoneââ
âNo,â Ushijima interrupted sharply, his tone final. Now fully clothed, he stepped closer until the heat between them was undeniable. He reached out, his hand gently cradling Hinataâs cheek as if to both comfort and claim. His eyes, dark and smoldering, bore into Hinataâs with a ferocity that made the younger manâs breath catch.
âIâm committed, Hinata.â Ushijimaâs voice was low and fierce. âIf you ask me whether Iâve ever slept aroundâthe answer is no. And I would hate the idea of someone else, anyone other than me, touching you. I wonât allow that.â
The words struck Hinata like a blow, igniting a tumult of conflicting emotions. âPossessive bastardâŠâ he sputtered, his cheeks burning with a mix of anger and something far more tender, something that hinted at a truth he wasnât ready to admit.
His mind rebelled against the notion of being treated like property, yet deep down, he felt the undeniable pullâlike gravityâdrawing him to Ushijimaâs fierce declaration. He couldnât articulate it, couldnât say that somewhere inside, he longed to belong, that he craved the ownership whispered through Ushijimaâs vows.
For a long moment, silence reigned, heavy and charged. Neither was willing to break it with further words; both knew what was left unspoken between them. In that fragile stillness, their pride warred with their truthâa truth that, if admitted, would change everything.
And though neither would ever say it aloud, in that messy collision of love and hate, they belonged to one another. Each touch, each whispered promise in the darkness, cemented that secret truth. Even as Hinataâs face flushed scarlet with indignation, he could not escape the reality that whispered through every heartbeat.
They were boundâby triumph and defeat, by desire and defianceâin a way that neither the victory over Schweiden nor the chaos of their tangled emotions could ever unravel.
Ushijima pulled Hinata into a deep, consuming kissâone that left no room for doubt. His lips pressed hard against Hinataâs, his large hands cradling the sides of the younger manâs face as if grounding him, as if reminding him that there was no escape from this. From them.
Their breaths mingled, erratic and needy. When they finally broke apart, their foreheads pressed together, they simply stared. Neither spoke. Neither dared to. It felt like forever.
Hinataâs chest rose and fell rapidly. His lips tingled, swollen from the intensity of the kiss. He was so close to giving inâto admitting what should have been obvious from the very start.
Ushijimaâs sharp eyes roamed over Hinataâs flushed face, lingering on his trembling lips before his rough fingers traced over them, then down to the soft skin of his cheek. His thumb stroked the warmth there, feeling the heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment.
âYou are mine, Shoyo.â
The words were low, final. A declaration.
Hinataâs breath hitched. Ushijima had never called him that before. Not Hinata. Just Shoyo.
Something inside him broke at the way Ushijima said his nameâdeep and intimate, like a whispered vow.
Hinataâs lips parted, but Ushijima spoke again, his voice firm, unwavering.
âLike I said, whatever you want to call us, Iâll leave it to you. I could be anything you want me to be.â
The older man leaned in, his breath warm, his face dangerously close. He didnât move any further, didnât press. He was waiting. Waiting for Hinata to decide.
Hinata swallowed hard, his throat dry, his heart pounding wildly. He was at the edgeâone step away from falling into something inescapable.
And he was tired of fighting it.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, his hands slid up, wrapping around Ushijimaâs strong neck. The older male stilled at the touch, his body tense beneath Hinataâs fingertips. Then, with deliberate intent, Hinata pulled him closer, closing the final gap between them.
This time, Hinata kissed him. It was slower, softerâno less possessive, but carrying a different weight. It was acceptance. It was surrender. It was the moment Hinata let himself fall.
As they parted, Hinataâs tongue flicked out, licking his lips. His pupils were blown wide with something dark, something final.
Then, with a smirk that was both teasing and deadly serious, he murmured,
âThen, you are mine too.â
His fingers ghosted over Ushijimaâs sharp jawline, then down to his lips, tracing the very mouth that had claimed him so many times before.
Ushijima let out a deep chuckle, his lips curving slightly into a smirk.
They were both too stubborn to admit it in words. Too prideful to confess love in a way that others did. But this was their truth. This was how they claimed each other.
âIâve been captivated from the very beginning, Shoyo,â Ushijima murmured against his skin, pressing a lingering kiss to his temple. âIâve always been yours to keep.â
And Hinata, resting his forehead against Ushijimaâs, finally allowed himself to believe it.
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Hinata wasnât sure when he started feeling itâthe suffocating weight of Ushijima Wakatoshiâs quiet presence, pressing down like a tide that never receded. The man never raised his voice. He never shouted, never showed the storms that raged behind his dark eyes. But the way he watched was enough to make Hinata feel like a bird in a cage made of iron will and silent obsession.
It began with small thingsâsubtle, almost unnoticeable.
âYou didnât answer my call last night.â Ushijimaâs deep voice hummed with tranquility as he stood behind Hinata outside the Karasuno school. His broad frame blocked the setting sun, casting Hinata in shadow. His tone was level. Calm. Too calm.
âIââ Hinata fumbled with his bag strap, feeling his pulse quicken. âI was busy. Kageyama and I were watching game footageââ
âKageyama.â Ushijimaâs lips barely moved as he repeated the name, like tasting something bitter. His eyes didnât blink. âYou seem close.â
Hinataâs heart stuttered. âWell, yeah. Heâs my setterââ
âDo you laugh with him like you laugh with me?â Ushijimaâs voice didnât rise. It remained a low, even murmur, but something sharp flickered behind his eyes. His gaze was heavy, suffocating. âDo you let him make you smile the way I do?â
The question rooted Hinata to the ground. His mouth opened, but no words came out. âToshiââ
âI wonder,â Ushijima continued softly, almost to himself, âif I should break his hands. Would that make him stop touching whatâs mine?â
Hinata felt cold all over. âYou⊠you donât mean that.â His voice wavered, a tremor betraying his own denial.
A long silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of the wind rustling the gymâs banners. Ushijimaâs expression remained serene, his eyes unblinking.
âOf course not,â he said, lips curling into a small, almost kind smile. âI wouldnât hurt anyone.â
Hinata exhaled, feeling a weak laugh bubble upâuntil Ushijima reached out, brushing his knuckles against Hinataâs cheek in a touch so gentle it made him shiver.
âBut I would,â Ushijima whispered. His eyes never left Hinataâs. âIf you ever leave me.â
Hinata took a step back. His heart hammered so loudly it drowned out his thoughts. âIâm notââ
âYou love me,â Ushijima said with serene finality, as though it were a law of nature. âYouâll always love me.â
âYouâre scaring me,â Hinata whispered, voice small.
Ushijimaâs hand dropped to his side. His calm didnât waver. âGood. Fear keeps you close.â
The silence that followed wasnât peaceâit was the calm before the crash of waves. Hinata felt the weight of it like a noose tightening around his throat. He swallowed hard, his eyes burning with something between fury and helplessness.
âIâm not a possession,â he said, his voice rising with trembling defiance. âIâm not yours to keep.â
Ushijimaâs expression didnât change. His gaze was as calm as a stormâs eye, steady, deep, and bottomless. He tilted his head ever so slightly, his voice soft and impossibly composed.
âYou already are.â
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Their first Valentineâs Day
Hinata stands in front of Ushijima, fidgeting, his face slightly pink as he holds out a small, neatly wrapped box.
âI, um⊠made you this.â His voice is quiet, almost shy, unlike his usual energy.
Ushijima takes the box carefully, his large hands dwarfing the delicate package. He unwraps it with his usual patience, revealing homemade chocolates insideâimperfect, slightly uneven, but clearly made with care.
Ushijimaâs eyes soften. âYou made this?â
Hinata nods quickly, looking away. âYeah⊠I hope itâs not weird or anything and⊠i hope youâll like itâŠâ
Ushijima is silent for a moment, staring at the chocolates. Then, with slow, deliberate movement, he takes one and places it in his mouth.
The sweetness melts on his tongue, rich and warmâbut nothing is sweeter than the thought behind it.
Ushijima chews, swallows, and looks at Hinata with an unreadable expression.
ââŠThis is special.â His voice is quiet, almost reverent.
Hinata blinks. âHuh?â
Ushijima meets his gaze, eyes filled with something deep, unwavering, endless.
âYou made this for me.â
A simple statement, but Hinata feels his heart stutter.
Ushijima reaches out, palming Hinataâs cheek with the same tenderness as always.
âI love it.â His thumb brushes over Hinataâs warm skin. âThank you, Shouyou.â
And just like that, Hinata melts.
Ushijima doesnât smile often. But todayâhe does.
And for Hinata, thatâs worth more than anything.
â
White Day arrived like a gentle afterglowâa few days after their first, tender Valentineâs. In a quiet moment away from the usual rush, Ushijima presented Hinata with a small, exquisitely wrapped box. Inside lay fancy chocolates from a famous brand, a stark contrast to the humble, homemade treats of their first celebration.
Hinataâs eyes widened in astonishment as he carefully examined the gift.
âWoah, Iâve never had this chocolate before, Toshi. Itâs a famous one,â he whispered, a mix of surprise and delight dancing in his voice.
Though Hinata knew Ushijima need not have spent so much, his heart swelled with gratitude. With quiet determination, he tiptoed closer and pressed a soft kiss to Ushijimaâs cheek.
âThank you, Toshi! This is special coming from you,â he murmured, his words tender and sincere.
That moment, framed by the gentle clink of distant conversation and the soft glow of the setting sun, lit up Ushijimaâs usually unreadable face. His eyes, however, shimmered with deep affectionâa brightness Hinata had come to cherish more than any victory on the court.
Ushijima wasnât one for sweets or chocolates, yet being with Hinata made him eager to embrace these new experiences, these firsts. Each gesture, each shared delight, was a silent promiseâa promise that their love, in all its unconventional splendor, would continue to grow richer every day.
In that quiet, radiant moment, as Hinataâs soft smile mirrored the warmth of Ushijimaâs gaze, they both knew: every day together was as sweet as the finest chocolate, and their loveâever bold, ever tenderâwas a gift to be cherished forever.
And with that quiet understanding, Ushijima whispered to himself and to Hinata, âValentineâs Day is not so bad after all.â
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They go to a different school you wouldn't know them
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Collision pt. 3
Another time, after practice match in Shiratorizawa.
The kiss was violence. A clash of fury and desperation, of teeth and breath and heat.
Hinata struggled, his hands shoving at Ushijimaâs chest, but the older man didnât let go. His grip on Hinataâs face was unyielding, possessive, brutal in its certainty. His fingers dug into Hinataâs jaw, holding him still even as the younger man thrashed, caught between resistance and surrender.
When they finally tore apart, Hinata staggered back, gasping, his chest rising and falling erratically. He swiped his hand across his mouth as if trying to scrub away the burn of Ushijimaâs lipsâbut the fire had already seeped into him, curling in his gut, in his veins, in his bones.
âWhat⊠what the hell was that?â Hinataâs voice was hoarse, raw. Shaken.
Ushijima stood there, unmoved. His face was unreadable, but his eyes burnedâdark, consuming, ruthless in their intensity.
âIt was what you wanted.â
Hinataâs breath caught, his body stiffening.
âNo!â His voice cracked, spilling with anger, with something else he didnât want to name. Did Ushijima know? Could he see it? âThatâs notâ You donât get to decide what I want!â
Ushijimaâs brow furrowed slightly, confusion flickering through his features, but his voice remained dangerously calm.
âYou kissed me back.â
Hinata flinched.
âShut up!â His fists clenched, his whole body trembling. âI hate you!â The words came out louder than he intended, drenched in something closer to hysteria than conviction. âYou think you can justâjust overpower me, control me, like you do on the court? Like Iâm some kind of conquest to be won?â
Ushijima didnât react. Didnât blink. He just stared, his silence heavy, suffocating.
Hinata hated that. Hated how calm he was.
âDo you think Iâm weak?â he spat, stepping closer, his smaller frame bristling with defiance. âDo you think you can justââ
âI think youâre the strongest person Iâve ever known.â
The words struck like a punch.
Hinata froze.
âBut even strong people,â Ushijima continued, his voice steady, unwavering, âneed someone to protect them.â
âI donât need you to protect me!â Hinata snapped, heart hammering. âIâve been fighting my own battles long before you everââ
âThen why do you always run straight into me?â
Hinata sucked in a breath.
Ushijimaâs composure cracked, his voice rising for the first time, shaking with an intensity that sent chills down Hinataâs spine.
âWhy do you always throw yourself in my path like you want me to stop you?â Ushijimaâs fists clenched at his sides. âWhy do you push me until I canâtââ He cut himself off, his breath ragged.
Hinata stared.
He didnât know what to say, what to feel. His anger tangled with something darker, deeper, something he refused to name.
Then Hinataâs voice wavered.
âBecause youâre the only one I canât beat.â
The silence between them stretched, thick and suffocating, like a wound too deep to heal.
Ushijimaâs fingers twitched at his sides, like he was holding himself back, like he wasnât sure whether to reach for Hinata again or to keep his distance.
His entire body was tense, wound so tight he looked like he might snap.
âI donât want to fight you.â Ushijimaâs voice was low, pained. âBut I donât know how to stop.â
âThen let me go.â Hinataâs voice was barely above a whisper.
Ushijima closed his eyes. And when he opened them, his resolve was absolute.
âI canât.â
The confession slammed into Hinataâs chest like a death sentence.
His breath hitched, his vision blurring.
âYou have to.â
âNo.â Ushijima stepped forward. âI wonât.â
Hinataâs pulse roared in his ears.
His fingers trembled at his sides. âThen thisââ he gestured wildly between them, voice breaking. âThis will destroy us.â
âThen let it.â
Ushijimaâs voice was dark, resolute.
He took another step forward, until his presence loomed over Hinata, swallowing him whole. His voice dropped to a whisper, a promise, a curse.
âIf I have to burn with you, Iâll burn.â
Hinata let out a shaky breath.
âYouâre suffocating me, Ushijima.â
Ushijima exhaled, long and slow. His voice, when it came, was shattered.
âAnd youâre the air I breathe.â
The weight of his words crushed them both.
Hinataâs knees buckled.
Ushijima caught himâinstantly, effortlessly, like he was made to hold him.
Hinata didnât fight. Not this time.
His hands clutched at Ushijimaâs shirt, small fingers desperate, shaking.
His body trembled under the sheer weight of everything, of this.
This fire between them.
This war.
This love.
This hate.
This obsession.
They clung to each other like drowning men.
And if this was their ruin, then neither would stop until they burned to ash.
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Collision pt.2
Hinataâs heart slammed against his ribs, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps as Ushijimaâs confession settled into the air between them like a living thing.
âIâm terrified of you.â
The words didnât make sense. They shouldnât have made sense. Ushijima Wakatoshiâthe unshakable, immovable force that had haunted his every stepâwas saying that he was afraid?
Hinata swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. âYouâre⊠terrified of me?â
Ushijima didnât answer. But his silence felt like an answer.
His broad shoulders were tight, his fists clenched at his sides as though he was holding something backâsomething far more dangerous than anger.
Hinataâs stomach twisted.
This isnât right.
He had spent years crashing against Ushijima like a storm against a cliff, over and over, unrelenting, desperate to prove he was more than just an obstacle to be crushed. But thisâthis was different. Ushijima wasnât standing over him like he always did, towering, suffocating. He wasâŠ
Cornered.
That realization sent a spark of something electric through Hinataâs veins, something terrifying and exhilarating all at once. He took a step forward, heat rising in his chest.
âYouâre lying,â Hinata accused. His voice cracked. âYouâre just trying to mess with me, arenât you?â
Ushijima exhaled sharply. His jaw tensed, eyes dark and unreadable. âI never lie.â
Hinataâs breath hitched. His pulse pounded in his ears. He hated how his body reacted, how his skin burned, how his hands itchedânot to pull away, but to push, to shove, to shake the truth out of him.
âThen what the hell are you doing?â Hinata demanded, stepping closer, the heat between them suffocating. âWhy do you always look at me like that? Why do you always try to crush me?â
âBecause I have to.â Ushijimaâs voice was low, almost strained.
Hinata felt his blood turn to fire. âWhy?â
âBecause if I donâtââ Ushijimaâs breath came slow, heavy, like every word hurtââIâll lose control.â
The admission hit Hinata like a blow. He staggered back, chest heaving.
âControl of what?â
Ushijima didnât answer right away. His throat bobbed as he swallowed, and when he finally spoke, his voice was so quiet it sent chills down Hinataâs spine.
âEverything.â
Silence.
The space between them felt too small, the air too thick. Hinataâs hands trembled, his heart pounding so hard it hurt. His body was screaming at him to moveârun, fight, somethingâbut he couldnât.
He wouldnât.
Hinata stepped forward again, reckless and unafraid, always unafraid.
âIâm not scared of you,â he said fiercely. âNo matter how strong you are, no matter how much you try to intimidate meâIâm not afraid.â
Ushijimaâs eyes darkened.
Hinata could feel the heat of his breath now, could see the tension in the way Ushijimaâs fingers twitched at his sidesâlike he wanted to reach out, to grab, to claim.
And then he did.
Ushijimaâs large hand wrapped around Hinataâs wrist, firm, steadyâtoo gentle, and yet, not gentle at all.
âThatâs why I canât let you go,â Ushijima murmured. âBecause you never stop. You donât know how to stop.â
Hinataâs breath caught in his throat. His pulse skipped.
âLet me go,â he whispered. But the words lacked conviction.
Ushijima didnât move. His grip stayed firm, grounding. Unrelenting.
âYou donât want me to,â Ushijima said, his voice smooth, assured. Daring.
Hinataâs chest ached with something violent. âStop it.â
âYou donât want me to,â Ushijima repeated, softer this time, like he was telling the truth.
Something inside Hinata cracked. His breath came too fast, too uneven. He hated thisâhated how much his body betrayed him, how much power Ushijimaâs words had over him.
His nails dug into his palms. His throat felt tight. And when he spoke again, it was barely more than a breath.
âI hate you.â
Ushijima nodded once, calm, accepting. âI hate you too.â
It should have ended there.
Hinata should have shoved him away, stormed out, let the hate fester between them like it always had.
But then Ushijimaâs fingers slid up.
From his wrist to his forearm. Up to his shoulder. Then higherâalong the side of his neck, rough fingertips brushing the flushed skin just below his jaw.
Hinata shivered.
His breath stuttered.
Their noses brushed. Their lips were so close that every inhale felt stolen.
âYouâre lying,â Hinata whispered, his voice shaking.
Ushijimaâs eyes burned into his. âSo are you.â
Hinata didnât get a chance to reply.
Ushijima kissed himâfierce, desperate, full of all the things they never said.
It was not soft.
It was brutal. It was suffocating. It was a war.
Hinata fought. He shoved against Ushijimaâs chest, but Ushijima only pressed harder, his grip unyielding. Hinata growled against his lips, biting down on Ushijimaâs lower lip in defiance. Ushijima didnât flinchâhe pushed back, backing Hinata into the lockers with enough force to make them rattle.
Hinata gasped, but he didnât pull away.
His fingers curled into Ushijimaâs jersey, fisting the fabric, holding on even as he hated himself for it.
It was unbearable. It was intoxicating.
And it was over in an instant.
They ripped apart, panting, staring.
Hinataâs lips were swollen. His heart was wrecked. His entire body burned.
Ushijimaâs breathing was heavy, his shoulders rising and falling with the force of it. His gaze flickered, just for a moment, to Hinataâs mouth.
He was already addicted.
And before Hinata could speak, could move, could thinkâUshijima turned and walked out of the locker room, leaving him standing there, breathless, ruined.
Hate was a dangerous thing.
And this? This was something worse.
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Collision
âStay out of my way.â
Hinata glared up at Ushijima, fire sparking in his eyes as he clenched his fists at his sides. He was panting after the grueling practice match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, sweat dripping down his face.
âYou stay out of mine!â Hinata snapped. His voice trembled with fury, raw and sharp.
Ushijimaâs eyes narrowed. He loomed over Hinata like a storm cloud ready to break. His expression, usually calm and unreadable, darkened with something cold and cutting. âYouâre reckless. You donât think. Players like you break easily.â
âShut up!â Hinataâs heart raced. Every word felt like a knife. âIâm not some fragile little kid you can push around. I will beat you one day, Ushijima!â
âYou will not,â Ushijima said with absolute certainty. âBecause you lack control.â
Hinata felt the sting of those words deep in his chest. His pride and determination burned like a raging inferno, but his insecurities gnawed at him. He couldnât stand how effortlessly Ushijima dismissed him, how his strength made it seem like Hinataâs dreams were just childish fantasies.
They walked off the court with tension crackling between them, heat rising like summer thunder. Their teammates noticed it, the sharp glares, the unspoken challenges, and the way their words carried the weight of a war no one else could see.
That night, as the camp continued, Hinata couldnât shake the anger bubbling inside him. He paced outside, kicking at the gravel path. His mind spun with the image of Ushijimaâs piercing gaze, his calm superiority.
âArrogant bastard,â Hinata muttered under his breath.
âI heard that.â
Hinata whirled around. Ushijima stood behind him, hands in his pockets, expression as unreadable as ever. The moonlight cast shadows across his sharp features.
âWhat do you want?â Hinata spat.
Ushijima took a step forward, his voice low. âI donât understand why you let your emotions control you.â
Hinata clenched his jaw. âWhy do you care? Itâs not like youâre perfect!â
âIâm not.â Ushijimaâs honesty was unexpected, disarming. He paused, eyes serious. âBut I donât let anger cloud my judgment. It makes you weak.â
âIâm not weak!â Hinataâs voice cracked with the force of his emotions. âIâm fighting harder than anyone just to keep up! You donât get to talk down to me like youâre better!â
Ushijimaâs eyes softened â just barely. âI respect your strength. But your pride will destroy you if you let it.â
The words hung between them, heavy with truth and challenge.
âYou donât know anything about me,â Hinata whispered.
âI know more than you think,â Ushijima replied. âIâve been watching you for a long time.â
Hinata blinked, caught off guard. âWhat?â
Ushijima took a step closer, his gaze unrelenting. âYouâre the only player Iâve ever wanted to crush because I knew â if I didnât â you would tear through every wall I built. You donât stop.â
Hinataâs heart pounded. The heat of anger twisted into something deeper, something dangerous and undeniable. His breath hitched. âWhyââ
âBecause,â Ushijima interrupted, âyou terrify me.â
The silence between them burned.
And just like that, the fault lines of hate began to crack into something else.
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Toshi: Shoyo? Kageyama said youâre sick⊠Why didnât you tell me?
Shoyo: Iâm fine, really. Itâs just a feverâŠ
Toshi: What do you mean, âjust a fever,â Sho? You shouldâve let me know. Iâm your boyfriend. Am I not reliable to you?
Shoyo: No! Itâs not that⊠please donât get mad đŁ Youâre scary when youâre angry.
Toshi: Iâm not mad. Iâm just upset you didnât tell me.
Shoyo: Iâm sorryyy⊠I just didnât want to worry you, Toshi.
Toshi: You wonât ever be a burden to me, you know that.
Shoyo: đ„ș
Toshi: Iâm coming over now. Do you want anything? And donât ever think youâre âburdeningâ me because Iâm bringing you food. Thatâs silly.
Shoyo: Anythingâs fine, just hurry here, okay? I want to see you
Toshi: Alright. Be good and wait for me, okay? Iâll be there soon.
Shoyo: Okay đ„°
Moments later, Shoyo lay curled up in bed, a small, hopeful smile on his face, waiting for the soft knock he knew would come soon.
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The training camp was supposed to be a neutral ground, a place where rivalries were put aside for the sake of growth and improvement. But when Oikawa Tooru and Ushijima Wakatoshi found themselves in the same space, peace was a distant dream.
It started with Oikawa being his usual self, throwing casual jabs at Ushijima whenever they crossed paths.
âWow, Ushiwaka, Iâm impressed! You finally managed to get someone to like you. Though, itâs a wonder Hinata didnât run the other way,â Oikawa teased, his grin sharp.
Ushijima ignored him at first, focusing on drills and pretending not to hear. But Oikawa wasnât done.
âDonât you think youâre a little⊠too much for someone like him? Chibi-chan is so pure, so full of life. Youâre⊠well, you.â
That was when Ushijima turned, his stoic expression darkening. âSay what you want about me, but leave Hinata out of it.â
Oikawa smirked, sensing he had hit a nerve. âOh? Struck a chord, did I? Face it, Ushiwaka. You donât deserve someone like him. Heâs too good for you. One day, heâll realize it too.â
Ushijimaâs jaw clenched. He wasnât one to fightâhe prided himself on his controlâbut Oikawaâs words struck deep, igniting something he couldnât suppress.
Before anyone could intervene, Ushijimaâs fist collided with Oikawaâs face. The crack echoed through the gym, stunning everyone into silence.
Oikawa staggered but quickly retaliated, throwing a punch of his own. Chaos erupted as their teammates scrambled to pull them apart.
âStay away from Hinata,â Ushijima warned, his voice low and deadly.
Oikawa wiped the blood from his lip, laughing bitterly. âYou just proved my point, Ushiwaka. Youâre nothing but a brute.â
Ushijima lunged again, but Tendou and Goshiki held him back, forcing him to retreat.
By the next morning, everyone at the training camp was talking about the fight. Speculations swirled, with most people shocked that the usually composed Ushijima had lost control.
Hinata found out from Kageyama, who delivered the news in his usual blunt manner. âUshijima and Oikawa got into a fight yesterday. Apparently, it was about you.â
Hinata froze, his water bottle slipping from his hands. âWhat?!â
âYeah. Heard Oikawa said something about you guys, and Ushijima punched him.â
Hinata didnât wait to hear the rest. He ran off to find Ushijima, his heart pounding.
When Hinata finally found Ushijima, the sight made his heart ache. Ushijima was sitting on the edge of a bench, a bruise blooming on his cheek and his knuckles red and swollen.
âWakatoshi!â Hinata called, rushing to him.
Ushijima looked up, his expression softening slightly at the sight of Hinata. âShoyoâŠâ
âWhat were you thinking?â Hinata scolded, his voice trembling. âWhy would you fight him? You got hurt!â
Ushijima frowned. âHe insulted us. He said things I couldnât let go.â
âThat doesnât matter!â Hinata snapped. âI donât care what he said. I care that you got hurt! Youâre supposed to be better than this, Wakatoshi!â
Ushijima blinked, startled by Hinataâs anger. âI was defending you.â
Hinata shook his head, his fists clenching. âI donât need you to fight for me! I hate fighting! I hate seeing people get hurt, especially you!â
âButââ
âNo, Wakatoshi,â Hinata interrupted, his voice breaking. âYou donât understand. This isnât about Oikawa. This is about you. I donât like seeing you this way. And right now, IâŠâ He hesitated, his eyes shining with unshed tears. âI donât want to see you for a while.â
Ushijima froze, his chest tightening painfully. âShoyo, Iââ
âJust⊠give me some time, okay?â Hinata said softly before turning and walking away, leaving Ushijima sitting there, confused and hurt.
For the rest of the day, Ushijima replayed Hinataâs words in his mind, trying to make sense of them. He didnât understand why Hinata was angryâhe had only been trying to protect him.
Tendou, as always, noticed his captainâs turmoil. âYou really messed up, didnât you, Wakatoshi-kun?â
âI donât understand,â Ushijima admitted, his voice quiet. âI was protecting him.â
Tendou sighed, sitting down beside him. âYou mightâve thought you were protecting him, but what Shoyo wanted was for you to stay you. Not someone who punches people. He doesnât want you hurt, physically or emotionally.â
Ushijima stared at the ground, his brows furrowed. âI didnât think of it that way.â
âObviously,â Tendou said, rolling his eyes. âYouâve got to fix this, Wakatoshi-kun. You care about Chibi-chan, right?â
âOf course,â Ushijima replied immediately.
âThen do what he needs, not what you think he needs. And start by giving him the space he asked for.â
Ushijima nodded slowly, his heart heavy. For the first time, he realized that loving Hinata wasnât just about protecting himâit was about understanding him.
And he vowed to make things right, no matter what it took.
The silence from Hinata had been unbearable. For three days, Ushijima had carried the weight of his mistake, his chest tightening every time he looked at his phone, waiting for a reply that never came.
But Ushijima was nothing if not persistent. Every morning, he sent a message:
Good morning, Shoyo. Donât skip breakfast.
Throughout the day, he reminded him to eat, to rest, to not overdo it during practice. And every night, he ended with the same:
Sleep tight, Shoyo.
There was never a reply.
Ushijima lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, his phone resting on the bedside table. The weight of Hinataâs silence was suffocating. He turned to look at the glowing screen, his last messageâSleep tightâstill unread.
With a heavy sigh, he reached for his phone again, his thumb hesitating over the keyboard. It was late. Surely, Hinata was already asleep. But the ache in his chest pushed him forward.
Shoyo, he typed, the words coming slowly.
I am sorry.
Forgive me, please?
I miss you and I want to see you.
He pressed send, his heart pounding as he placed the phone back on the table. For a moment, the silence in his room seemed louder, heavier.
Then, a soft beep broke through the quiet. Ushijimaâs eyes snapped to his phone, his heart racing as Hinataâs name appeared on the screen.
Hinataâs Reply
Promise you wonât do anything reckless again, kay?
I miss u tooâŠ
Ushijima stared at the message, his chest flooding with relief and something warmer, something that made him feel lighter than he had in days. He quickly typed back, his fingers steadier than he expected.
Can we meet tomorrow?
There was a pause, and then:
Okay. I want to eat meatbuns tomorrow.
A small smile tugged at Ushijimaâs lips. Typical Shoyo.
Sure, Iâll buy you anything you want.
Yay! Meatbuns is enough :D
See you tomorrow, Wakatoshi! Good night :)
Ushijimaâs smile grew.
Canât wait to see you, Sho. Good night.
For the first time in three days, Ushijima felt the tension ease from his body. He placed his phone back on the bedside table, a soft sigh escaping him as he closed his eyes.
Tomorrow, he would see Hinata again. Tomorrow, he would make things right.
And for the first time in days, Ushijima fell asleep with a smile on his face.
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