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happy (delated) father's day to my single dad!ushijima, who is very lost while raising a daughter that doesn't think a 6'3 grown adult man is intimidating and it's actually the ideal butler for her stuffed animals. so ushijima goes back from training, takes her out of kindergarden and finds himself sitting in a toddler size chair, serving imaginary food to a capibara toy and some drinks to a fox and owl (gifts from miya and bokuto). or those days when he ends up with his hair tied up in different colored pins, his nails painted too in different colors and stickers on his back.

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thinking about pro!ushijima who only drink black coffee or tea and always looks disgusted whenever you ask for your caramel ribbon crunch frappuccino crème base instead of coffee. but he knows your order by heart so, if you warm him of a long study session at the library, he would go after training to the library to give you the drink and maybe steal a couple of minutes of your time.

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he has a big heart

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Ushijima accidentally drinking a love potion and the rest of the team trying to figure out who the fuck it made him fall in love with because his behaviour hasn't changed at all and it's just a full day of them being the weirdest they have ever been around him and he's getting increasingly concerned and eventually is just like "what are you guys doing???" And the team admits to what happened and wants to know who he was potioned to fall in love with and Ushijima just pulls the completely sealed love potion vial out of his pocket like "this??? I did not drink this. Do you people think I would drink a strange brightly coloured liquid I found sitting on the counter?"

And the team is like: "oh my god WHEW anyway why did you take it then???"

And ushijima is just like: "it is a strange brightly coloured liquid left on a counter. I did not trust that none of you would drink it >:("

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happy father's day to my single dad!ushijima, who is very lost while raising a daughter that doesn't think a 6'3 grown adult man is intimidating and it's actually the ideal butler for her stuffed animals. so ushijima goes back from training, takes her out of kindergarden and finds himself sitting in a toddler size chair, serving imaginary food to a capibara toy and some drinks to a fox and owl (gifts from miya and bokuto). or those days when he ends up with his hair tied up in different colored pins, his nails painted too in different colors and stickers on his back. who tries to make her eat healthy and clean food and, somehow, she always have some extra onigiri after school.

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Little Gift

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Fem!Reader | Drabble-Ish?

Ushijima, your husband who was now a father of two, gave out his left index finger out with a smile in hopes of his second two-month old to reach out and hold his father’s finger with his entire hand.

To his surprise, the baby grabs it on with his left hand, fingers wrapped around with a slight grip. Ushijima’s eyes widened, surely it was coincidence that his finger was grabbed by his son’s left hand. His heart softened, cooing quietly at his son with a smile,

“Will you have my gift too one day?”

As your eldest daughter was teaching your three year old son how to hold a crayon since he’s been interested in his older sister’s hobby, she became confused as to why her brother’s dominant hand wasn’t his right hand.

Her eyebrows furrows as she tries to introduce a purple crayon to him after convincing him to switch colors with her by laying it in front of him after both his hands were empty. He picks it up once more with his left hand, dragging the stick swiftly across the paper.

As papers continue to scatter across the table full of color, the door unlocks and Ushijima comes home, both of them racing to greet him.

“Hello, my princess and prince. What have you been up to today? Where’s your mother?”

“Mama.. nap time…”

Ushijima chuckled a little, oh how your sweet husband is excited to wake you up with a kiss again after your long day.

His daughter guides his hand to the table, covered with all the artwork they’ve made within the past two hours. Ushijima skims through the scribbles and stick portraits made by the two kids,

“My little artists have been busy today, hm? Let me take a look after i’ve cleaned up..”

Your daughter jumps into his train of thought,

“And! He holds the crayons with his left hand, not his right like I do!”

Ushijima beamed with a smile, kissing his son’s crown.

“He’s just like your dada, he has a little gift.”

akaai’s notes: happy father’s day to Ushijima Wakatoshi!! and all the dads out there too ig… i wrote this instead of going to bed too (it’s 3 am..) hhhhh goodnight world !! twt @/akaaiholic

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i know it's the cliché of the clichés but where are the ceo!ushijima x secretary!you fics??? l

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“I’m too pretty for academics.”, you whined and slumped dramatically over your textbook, chubby cheek smooshed into the paper. The words on the page stopped having any meaning long ago and with a pout, you turned your head to look at your friend (and longtime hopeless crush) Ushijima.

“Don’t you think I would make a great sugar baby?”

“Absolutely.”, Semi piped up from across the table, “You’re just cute enough to forget all your annoying whining.”

“Oh! - Oh! Is that how it is, Mr “I forgot my hairdryer and so I cried in the showers after practice”?”

“I can’t believe you still bring that up.”

“It was like… three weeks ago.”, Tendou noted, eyes hooded with mischief.

Ushijima looked from one to the other and raised his pen as if in class, waiting for the teacher to call on him.

“Apologies. But what does a sugar baby do?”

You shot up and searched his eyes trying to figure out if he was serious or if it was one of his rare deadpan jokes that went over most people’s heads.

This seemed to be a sincere question, but Semi and Tendou were still buffering, frowning, to determine how they should react.

Ushijima went on: “I know a sugar baby gets money from a sugar parent and they get spoiled with gifts and things alike. I know this, because Satori refers to me as his “sugar daddy” whenever I get him a soda from the vending machines. But then what?”

Tendou bit his lips to stop from snorting and Semi apparently tried to jumpstart the one brain cell he borrowed from Shirabu earlier. Since no one said anything, Ushijima asked, “What does the sugar parent get in return?”

Tendou cleared his throat “Well, in some cases - not in ours, though -“, at this point he wagged his finger between himself and Ushijima to make it very clear, “whatever the… sugar parent wants in return varies. Some want arm candy for events, some want saucy favors - intimate favors… sex”, he clarified at last because his friend still seemed lost, “and some just want a feet pic every once in a while.”, he ended with a shrug.

“And anyone can be a sugar parent, right?”, Ushijima asked.

“Please stop calling it that.”, Semi pleaded under his breath.

You and Tendou nodded and confirmed.

“Then… I guess I can also be your sugar daddy, y/n.”

Your face turned boiling hot and you scrunched your hands in your lap to stop from screeching. How did he always say the most unhinged things with the blankest stares?

Even though you turned his offer down, he would still keep coins in his pocket for whenever you wanted a drink, just in case.

a/n: based on a conversation with @haikyu-mp4. Thank you for always being the Tendou to my Ushijima (and thank you so much for adding the perfect final line).

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thinking about high school sweethearts!ushijima x you where ushijima had always been extremly strict about going public with you since he started to gain media attention. unlike the other girlfriends on the team, you aren't allowed to wear his jersey or be part of the team photos. and you understand it's for your protection, as the media tried to make public everything about him. his family, friends, school archivements, where he likes to go to shop... so he's extra protective and secretive about you. you're his and his only. but then, he made into the national team and then, he's at the olympics. and, after two weeks, the longest weeks of your life, japan wins. and ushijima, high from the winning and the happiest, ran straight to you to kiss you. as he wanted to all those years and only his extremly self discipline could stop him. so he kiss you and the rest of the world see it.

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ushijima wakatoshi for pride month :’)

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1960's au inspired where ushijima wants you, he really wants you in a way a man wants a woman. but he is aware of what their little town would thought of an unmarried man and woman together alone. so he plays by the rules, asking for permition to your father, always having a chaperon if you agreed to his morning walks around the pounds and parks, never touching you directly. people talks of how perfect the heir of ushijima's fortune is, how proper he is and how lucky you are to be chosen as the future lady of ushijima. and people would say to you how beautiful you would be in a pure white dress, symbol of your own purity. and you giggles everytime. way before ushijima went to your house to ask permition to court you, you already lost your purity to the man. kisses, touches, and trysts in the middle of the night. it's hard to pretend you don't know how it feels to have his hands on your body, his mouth in your skin and his manhood inside you. at some point, lucky isn't by your side and you finds yourself pregnat and terribly scared. but a kiss on your forehead by ushijima and the promise to take care of it, it's enough to make you feel cherieshed. it takes little effort for ushijima to convice everyone that a wedding needs to happens sooner than later and seven months later, you welcome your little perfect baby boy.

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Fangirl: Woooooaahhh you're dating Ushiwaka??? He's so cool! You're so lucky, dating him must be amazing, what's it like?

Tendou: Yeah so yesterday he spent 50 minutes talking about the manufacturing differences between various companies that produce volleyballs and then got mad when I insinuated it didn't really matter because he plays great regardless of the ball.

Fangirl: uhhhhhhh-

Tendou, sighing dreamily: He's perfect.

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"In a world of boys, he's a gentleman." Ushijima Wakatoshi as your volleyball player highschool boyfriend. ₊˚.🏐 ✩

When Ushijima realized that he had feelings for you, he assumed he didn't need to do anything about it. It was a happy crush perse, a feeling he could just acknowledge that was there but not take action on it.

Well, that's until you started showing up on his big games—the ones with student cheer squads on the benches. Whenever he'd score, the crowd goes wild. Chanting his name. It felt good for people to acknowledge their team's power, but it felt even better when he met your excited eyes.

He'll find it oddly energizing when he'd see you on the benches.

From the moment his team would enter the gym, his eyes would wander to Shiratorizawa's side of the benches. Looking for you. If you weren't there, he'd ask your friends where you were.

He wouldn't do anything about his feelings. Well that's until someone else took your attention. Ushijima is silently a possessive person, he has confidence in himself that he can make you fall for him. And his confidence would shoot higher than the skies if his competition was someone who played volleyball too.

He'd find you cheering for another team, or getting too supportive of another school. You come from Shiratorizawa, why would you support another school?

He'd look for you after the game, amongst the crowds of people looking to go home. And when he'd finally see you alone, you're with one of the players he had just fought.

He'll stop himself from doing anything, but he'd clench his fist. Going up to you, he'd ask if you could talk alone. If you said no, he'd say it right there.

"Y/N L/N." His tall stature looking over you and the poor guy would make it seem like he's picking a fight in other people's eyes. "It seems that I have feelings for you." He'd shoot the guy from the other team a glance, then proceed to head back to the gym. "I will talk to you at another time, however I hope you take my words seriously."

And that's basically how your relationship started with him, his straightforwardness is one of the many reasons you love him. The next morning, he'd be outside your classroom with a bouquet of your favorite flowers with a gift that he researched from your friends. Making sure to ask your family for permission to court you if you hadn't liked him yet, but to his surprise you agreed to date him.

No matter how long his practice hours go until late evening, he'd never let you walk home alone. He'd personally tell the coach to let him take you home before resuming practice. And if he couldn't come, he'd make sure to tell your parents you'll come home late and suggest you watch him play. He would even suggest for you to become a manager of the volleyball team. Of course, his idea was rejected.

On your first date, he'd ask his teammates for advice on what to wear. Wearing special perfume he'd save only for special occasions, checking how he looks from time to time on the way to your house. He'd make sure to always bring a gift for your parents as well, practical ones like fruits or vegetables.

He doesn't like PDA, but he'd never refuse to hold your hand. He'll let you bring him lunch from time to time, but he'd tell you not to especially when he knows you're busy that night or morning. He'd tell you to eat healthier when he notices you've been eating too much junk food, and bring you on his runs sometimes too.

On valentine's day, there'd be a school event in Shiratorizawa. But instead of partaking in that, he'd much rather spend it in private with you. He wants to share special and intimate moments with you and only you, giving gifts, holding hands tighter than usual, seeing you smile.

Your arguments would be calm, there'll be no screaming or blaming. But fighting his pride would prove to be hard, he knows he's only thinking of what's good for you and him. But sometimes he forgets to notice your feelings. You have to be clear with him and be straightforward with how you feel, no matter how ridiculous you think it sounds. He'd reassure and explain everything to you.

When you start to cry, his heart drops like a ball in front of his eyes at the most crucial time of a game. But unlike how he'd act when he's in a game, his will would be shaken. He'd question what he said or did, he'll try to comfort you with words but he'd think twice. What if he'll say something that'll hurt you again? So he'd hug you, he'd hug you tight.

"I apologize. I didn't mean to make you cry. You can hit me if you're mad. Just please.. stop crying." You'll never see a more pained expression than when you're crying in his arms, and even more so when he's the reason behind those tears.

He's the type of boyfriend that decided he will marry you the day you became his girlfriend.

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it's not like ushijima wakatoshi to get jealous over anything, but the one time you heavily suspect he does...

"oh? you jealous?"

your tall hunk of a boyfriend stares you down with a mild crease between his eyebrows. you stare back just as intensely with a dopey grin, waiting for an admission from your ever-stoic boyfriend.

it's not everyday you get to see him react like this, so you practically jump the opportunity.

you watch tentatively as he brings up a hand to his chest, clutching his shirt as his gaze drops to the ground — expression stoned not much unlike a rock as he contemplates your words. he never fails to look so serious.

"...am i?"

the blatant confusion on his face couldn't be any more funnier, and you had to stifle your laugh into your hand lest you hurt his feelings.

you really should've known better — of course he wouldn't know what to call it even if it slapped him in the face. we were talking about the guy who went up to you during a random tuesday and confessed that he had an constant urge to kiss you, and innocently asked if you knew anything about it like he was inquiring about homework.

(for an entire week before you officially got together, you had to convince him that no — you were most definitely not hypnotizing him.)

"you're such an idiot, you know?" you nudge his side teasingly, leaning your weight against him as you struggle to keep your giggles at bay.

your hulk of a boyfriend is way too adorable sometimes.

"i'm not quite sure what jealousy feels like. my apologies."

you grimace a bit at his response, now hyper-aware of the way his athletic body feels against your side.

he's never had to be jealous of anything because everyone else is busy being jealous of him!

you pout at him, before poking his side. softly, of course. you might break a finger or two if you went any harder.

you turn back to the matter at hand before it completely derails — you need full details on this rare side of him. "well, what did it feel like when you saw me talking to that guy?"

ushijima takes a moment before his eyes clear up.

"something felt weird here," he gently patted the spot over his heart and your eyes widen in surprise, pulling away to look at him more firmly. "like it got pinched. it didn’t hurt physically, but it made me... sad."

your heart clenches, hard. you swear you heard it crack within your chest too. oh my god. it was one hundred percent your fault! no questions asked!

you reach out to his arms as your eyes turn glassy, "oh, baby. i'm so sor —"

"my muscles contracted by themselves too, like how it feels when i want to hit a spike."

... ha?

your eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. the romantic air disperses in a matter of miliseconds, crashing down to earth.

a spike?!

what the hell? well, good thing you kept the conversation short, or else that guy would've had his head blown off...

a shudder runs down your spine.

you sweat profusely at his profound statement, "n-next time you feel bothered by something like that, make sure you approach me first before doing anything, okay?" for safety purposes!

ushijima blinks at you, completely none the wiser to your inner turmoil.

"alright," he pauses, as if there's something else he wants to say, contemplating it for a few moments before speaking up again. "i don't like feeling jealous. is that a bad thing?"

reallyyyyy such a baby. your baby.

"i'm really sorry for making you feel that way, toshi," leaning up on your tippy toes, you coerce him to lean down into your hold — placing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "you do know that you're the only one i have eyes for, yes?"

he nods affirmatively, like an obedient child heeding their parents' words like it's gospel.

"you trust me, right?"

another truthful nod of approval. you sigh in utter relief as you let him go for him to resume his practice, satisfied at how you were able to prevent a major crisis from occurring.

"i will make sure to consult you first before spiking."

you feel a tear form.

"toshi — baby, no —"

oh yes */smirks deviously

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iwaoi age study for….something….*sweats*