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The Story of How Iwaizumi and Tendou Accidentally Got UshiOi Together
Tendou gives Iwaizumi his number after the last Seijoh v. Shiratorizawa game (shameless flirt with the ace)
Iwa thinks heâs j joking around so he accepts, completely oblivious
Oikawa saw the whole thing and Knows
He says to Iwa on the bus âIf I have to start hanging out with Ushiwaka-chan, the gray hairs I develop from close proximity will be your faultâ
Iwa was just like âwatâ bc he doesnât think theyâre even going to text after this
They start texting
Tendou sends him a meme that is Actually Funny and Iwa doesnât know him well enough to leave him on read and he would normally ignore a meme but he doesnât want to be too rude
They mostly talk ab movies and manga bc Tendou gives him good manga recs and Iwa is a totally movie nerd and insults Tendou until he FaceTimes him and they watch the movie together
Tendou watches it and talks to Iwa as he does it
Iwa is disappointed?? When Tendou flips around the camera to the movie so Iwaâs not looking at him anymore
They avoid Ushijima and Oikawa in all their conversations and they both can tell but itâs just bc theyâre getting along?? Even tho Iwaâs from Seijoh and Tendouâs from Shiratorizawa
Finally, Iwa complains one day ab Oikawa making fun of him for texting Tendou and Tendou says Ushijima has actually been asking him if Iwa has said anything ab Oikawa
Iwa says that they might actually get along if Oikawa wasnât constantly at Ushijimaâs throat
Tendou gets an Idea
long story short (evermore by ts reference intended), they get Ushiwaka and Oikawa to go to the movies with them
Tendou told Ushi it was an outing with reon and semi and Iwa told Oikawa they were going with MatsuHana
Tendou and Iwa got there early and reserved seats for them and were like âoh no the only seats available were two and two and we rly wanted to sit together so can you guys take the pair in front of us?â
Oikawa almost kills both of them on sight
IwaTen sits towards the back and watches UshiOi sit together
It starts off awful (Oikawa asks Ushijima for his Twizzlers even tho he hates them and proceeds to eat all of them bc he didnât want to drop them and make a mess for the employees so he j eats all of them)
Ushijima is noticeably Irritated by this but heâs still rly polite and it makes Oikawa feel bad
He ends up giving Ushijima his popcorn but Ushijima makes them share and itâs just
IwaTen watches them accidentally touch hands in the popcorn tub multiple times
IwaTen also gets way too close as they whisper ab the two and Iwa realizes that he likes Tendou and Tendou the guess monster notices or at least thinks he knows what happened so he asks if he can kiss him and they have a short make out session in the back of a movie theater, surrounded by children as they watch Frozen II bc it was the only movie that was full enough for it to be believable that there werenât any empty seats of four in a row
When they remember ab UshiOi, they notice that theyâre sitting closer bc Oikawa wanted to talk to Ushijima ab the movie and Ushijima,,, is j so Red in the face bc of how close they are
Oikawa doesnât even realize it bc he just wants to talk ab the movie and he likes the small grins he pulls out of Ushiwaka when he makes a particularly funny remark
But then Olaf dies and Oikawa starts crying and IwaTen expose themselves by laughing so loud they get kicked out of the movie
They sit on the floor in the hallway outside and realize that they definitely got rid of the animosity between the two (which was the whole Idea) but they probably just made UshiOi a thing and Iwaâs like âoh NOâ and Tendou laughs at him until they start making out again
UshiOi is not impressed when the movie ends and they walk out and find them in that position half an hour later
Thank you for your time
I might actually write this fic theyâre all adorable
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  It was two oâclock in the afternoon and the cafeteria was bustling. Students congregated in small groups and the noise level continued to rise as people poured into the large, open space. Most teachers chose this time slot for their meal break so the majority of students followed suit. Since it was one of the few times everyone in the group had available most days, they often joined in on the lunch rush madness.
  Kuroo and Oikawa were bickering over something inconsequential, as per usual. Ushijima stared between the two, taking small bites of his hayashi rice. He had planned to wait for them, since that was the polite thing to do, but it became obvious pretty early on that his food would go cold before they settled down enough to eat.
  âI was being a bro and this is how you repay me.â
  âWhat does that even mean?!â
  âI did a quick tidy up in my room and freshened up the place before you arrived and gave you time and space. The ultimate bro move.â
  âYou call that a tidy up?! Your side of the dorm was a pigsty! How can you say it was for me? If you werenât being a pervert, I wouldnât have had to go to your bed in the first place!â
  âWell, Iâm a little too busy to make the bed everyday, you know.â
  Ushijima nodded at the approaching figure, clearing off the garbage from the table and brushing off the empty seat beside him. Oikawa and Kuroo continued their conversation, their tones rising to match the volume of the rest of the student body. Ushijima held back a sigh. Weariness doubled the effort and drained the limited energy he had. He took another bite of his rice.
  âWhat, too busy screwing Suga?â
  âAh, but Oikawa-san, you misunderstood the situation.â Kuroo, who was just about to respond as well, slammed his mouth shut and turned to face their approaching friend. Sugaâs warm smile was contagious and soon the entire group perked up. Ushijima pat the seat next to him, a silent plea to the setter to sit between him and the others. âWe werenât having sex.â
  âYeah,â Kuroo piped in. âYou could have come in.â
  âAs if!â
  âIt was just some light BDSM. Whatâs a few spanks between friends?â
  Suga laughed, though his smile no longer reached his eyes. âKuroo is just a really good friend. Heâs straight, after all.â
  âExactly. See, he gets it. It was just some fun between friends.â Slapping his knee, Kuroo cooed at Suga and called out to him as one would a pet, drawing out his words and blowing small kisses at the end of his sentences, âNow come here, sweetie pie. We missed you.â
  With his wide smile and twinkling, sweet eyes, Suga slapped Kuroo upside the head before sitting next to Ushijima.
  âOuch! Youâre gonna leave me by myself? Sugar buns? My lollipop? Baby cakes?â
  âYouâre not by yourself, Kuroo-san. Oikawa-san is right next to you.â
  Kuroo chuckled, swivelling around to face his usual target, mischief brewing in his eyes. Following Oikawaâs groan and pointed glare at Suga (who threw up a peace sign in response and started eating), the two delved back into their usual bullshit.
  âCheer up, plum pudding. Iâll let you sit on my lap if youâd like.â
  âStop calling people weird names!â
  âHoney bear, do you need a hug?â
  âGet lost, Kuroo-chan!â The two began to wrestle, Oikawa throwing off Kurooâs arm while Kuroo inched closer and closer to the setter. It wasnât until Suga was taking a sip of his drink and the table slammed against him, spilling the drink onto his shirt, that the two stopped. The fearsome aura Suga exuded was enough to stop even the heartiest person dead in their tracks. With a smug laugh, Oikawa continued, âNo one wants you around, not even Mr. Refreshing, sweetum.â
  âI canât believe youâre angry at me just because you wasted your chance to fuck Ushijima.â
  There was absolute silence at the table for seven seconds, just enough time for the words to be processed. Once everyone was back on the same page and Kurooâs implication was explicitly understood, the floodgates of Hell were about to shatter.
  Ushijima choked on some grains of rice, coughing and spluttering as he reached for his water bottle, a tinge of red on his cheeks that matched his watering eyes. Suga, who had been in the middle of pointless small talk with the ace, let his jaw hit the ground while snapping around to face the others, shock written plain as day across his features.
  âNot again,â Ushijima managed to gasp out between gulps.
  âAgainâŚ?â
  âAre you telling me again that I need to bone Bakatoshi?â The air chilled around the group as a murderous atmosphere surrounded Oikawa, his eyes darkening and all traces of his cheerful facade erased.
  âAgain?!â Suga squeaked, looking between each of the boys while slapping Ushijimaâs back.
  âYeah, because you need a good dicking, you little bit-â
  âKuroo-chan,â - a shiver ran down Sugaâs spine at the whispered words, the air around them further darkening - âIâll fucking kill you.â
  Ushijima knew he wouldnât get around the table fast enough to stop them before they embarrassed themselves in front of a large majority of the school. He also knew that his energy was too low to keep them both in check right now, especially after the effort it took just last night when he felt somewhat less crappy than he did right now. What he fully understood, though, was that he had to do his best to stop them anyway. Thatâs what friends do, after all.
  And it was in this moment that Ushijima knew there was a heaven as four angels descended upon the group, their bright eyes dancing in anticipation as they bounced and skipped and beamed at the boys. Soft, gentle smiles greeted them and their voices were melodic and calm. Giggles erupted between them as shy glances were exchanged.
  âWeâre sorry to disturb you!â One of the girls started, twirling her black hair between her fingers, oblivious to the scene that had been playing out only seconds prior.
  âWe saw you from across the way and, wellâŚâ the brunette on the right chimed in, trailing off when she made eye contact with Oikawa who was already back in character, his face brightening as he watched them each in turn.
  âI made extra treats today and thoughtâŚâ the second brunette added but also fell victim to his heartstopping smile and gorgeous chocolate eyes.
  âOikawa-san, you like milk bread, right?â It was the black-haired girl again. She was more confident in herself, voice nor gaze wavering as she spoke. âUshijima-san, Kuroo-san, thereâs plenty for you as well. Cookies and cupcakes, too, if milk bread isnât your thing.â
  âAnd some for you too, cutie,â the tallest girl in the group, the leader if her strong tone and protective stance in front of the others was anything to go by, winked at Suga as she placed the bag of goodies on the table. She had short, wavy blue hair with dark roots peeking out at the top, a few black strands braided from her fringe and pinned to the back. She was spunky and cute, the type of woman that would never put up with Oikawaâs bullshit, and was obviously doing this for her friends.
  âThank you so much! Youâre all so sweet and beautiful!â Oikawa grinned, jumping from his seat to stand next to them. He towered over the girls, even the leader, which in turn caused the two shy brunettes to back away and hide further behind their friends. Honing in on this, Oikawa smiled at them and asked their names, opening the gate for mindless chatter and casual flirtations.
  Kuroo pretended to gag as he listened to Oikawa and his honeyed, fake words before joining the new group, wrapping an arm around Oikawaâs shoulder and nodding along with him. There were a few others around the room (mainly women) that allowed their curious eyes to land and linger on the group, gaping at how smooth the two men came across. Charisma oozed off their tongues, lulling their admirers further into a trance.
  âSo⌠again, huh?â Suga murmured, his volume low enough to avoid being overheard.
  âYes. Thatâs part of the reason they started fighting last night. Kuroo is having too much fun riling Oikawa up and Oikawa is stressed over something. Heâs letting his guard down and letting it get to him. The idea that he wants to sleep with me is absurd, but Oikawa isnât himself lately and is allowing the idea to fester and irritate him.â
  âOr maybe he wants hot, angry, hate sex.â
  Once again caught in a coughing fit, Ushijima smacked his fist against his chest, a blush reddening his ears. Suga laughed, the sound loud and joyous, gaining a curious look from the girls. He waved them off and as soon as their attention was focused elsewhere, Suga nudged and prodded the ace, raising his eyebrows in a rapid, suggestive notion.
  âNot you, too, Sugawara-san. Thatâs exactly what Kuroo saidâŚâ Ushijima sighed and let his head fall against the table.
  âYou sure are taking it in stride.â
  "Itâs all speculation created for the sole purpose of upsetting Oikawa. Itâs baseless.â
  âHmm, true. I guess the real question is, would you do it if it were true?â Ushijima didnât respond. He didnât want to provide any more ammunition but that didnât stop Suga from taking it how he wanted. âYouâre a super trooper, Ushijima-san! A real man! No wonder he wants to sleep with you!â
  âWho wants to sleep with that idiot?â Oikawa hissed as he slithered into his seat, his eyes sharp like knives as he glowered at Suga.
  âYou,â Suga sneered, pointing his finger at the brunet.
  âI know where you sleep, Suga-chan!â Oikawa laughed, taking a bite of the milk bread left behind by the girls who had since disappeared.
  Slapping Oikawaâs back, Kuroo fell into the seat beside him. He slung his arm around his shoulder once more and tugged the setter to his chest. âListen, Oikawa, I think we should be each otherâs wingmen. Youâre hot. Iâm hotter. Weâre loveable, at least until they get to know you better. Weâre perfect for each other.â
  âHonestly, I hate to admit it, but youâre not wrong about us making a good team. Very wrong about whoâs hotter. The other stuff, though? Iâll give it to you. And yet here I amâ - grabbing Kurooâs wrist and bending it backwards, Oikawa waited until the blocker cried out in pain before flinging his arm away - âpreferring to die rather than spend unnecessary time with you.â
  âGeez, when did you become so violent? Stop spending so much time with Suga!â
  âGet lost.â
  âYeah, get lost, sweetie,â Suga snapped.
  âFine, fine. I can tell when Iâm not wanted. Youâll miss me soon enough, anyway. Bye-bye Ushijima, see you back at the dorms.â
  With a wave, he departed, stopping to chat with a few members of the volleyball team on the way out of the cafeteria. Now that the aggravator had left, both Suga and Oikawa calmed down, placid smiles resting on their faces as they chatted. Their lunch break was coming to an end and Ushijima was considering taking a nap instead of attending their study session when he felt someone tug at his shirt. Blinking twice, he tried to refocus and clear his bleary eyes, yawning in the process.
  âUshijima-san, are you okay?â
  âI thinkâŚâ Oikawa started, squinting as he observed the ace. âI think he got brain damage from that shelf.â
  âDonât joke like that!â
  âIâm okay, thank you for your concern.â
  âSo boring! Why couldnât it have rewritten his personality and made him fun!â
  âThatâs what we say about you, Oikawa-san!â
  ââWeâ as in you and your lover?â
  âHow many times do I have to tell you it isnât like that!â
  âHe called you Koushi. That seems a bit intimate, especially given the circumstance. Wouldnât you agree, Bakatoshi?â
  âPerhaps. But you call me-â
  âSee? We all agree. Youâve hit rock bottom, Suga.â
  âFor the last time - weâre not dating!â
  âThatâs worse, Suga-chan. It truly is an act of desperation. A cry for help, even. Do you need someone to talk to? Because Ushijima is right here and heâs a great listener. Itâs one of his only strong points. Just donât expect a meaningful reply.â
  âYouâre such a dick, Oikawa-san! Be more considerate of his feelings!â
  âItâs fine, Sugawara-san. Iâm used to it,â Ushijima shrugged, indifference and exhaustion etched into every fiber of his being.
  âYouâre trying to change the subject, arenât you? Everything you do makes me think youâre on a downward spiral.â
  âFor fuckâs sake,â Suga muttered under his breath, his hands covering his face as he tried to regulate his breathing and let the other setterâs words roll off his back.
  âIdiot 1, comfort Idiot 2 while I go find Kuroo.â Oikawa nodded to himself as he stood. He pointed a long finger at Ushijima and tutted. âDo us all a favour and just listen to him, donât try to speak. Youâre shit at it.â
  âI canât decide who I want to kill more. Ushijima-san, letâs change schools.â Suga looked up at the ace once they were alone. When he saw Ushijimaâs lip twitch and a small chuckle echo from within his chest, Suga continued, âOr at the very least, letâs ditch those two and become roommates instead.â
  âIâm worried they might do something illegal if left unsupervised.â
  âHa! Thatâs a good point.â
  They finished their food in comfortable silence. Once they cleaned off the table and divided the baked goods into fourths, they left the cafeteria and walked toward their usual study spot: the library. The librarian seemed pleased at the lack of the rowdier two members of the group, offering additional, friendlier help. It was a nice change. The peace and quiet was more than welcome but the group felt lacking at the same time.
  Settling down in their preferred seats and pulling out their respective textbooks, both of the boys read and studied in silence. Ushijima didnât need any help with the current curriculum and Suga was working several weeks ahead. It was a relaxed session, with the two chatting on occasion and sharing their cookies and drinks. After a few hours passed, Ushijima closed his books and packed up his supplies. A headache was starting to fog his already exhausted mind.
  âAre we done?â
  âIf you donât mind.â
  âOf course not, Ushijima-san.â
  âSugawara-san⌠I apologise for earlier. I should have been quicker to respond to you and given you a proper explanation.â
  âHuh?â
  âYou were obviously concerned and when Kuroo-san and Oikawa-san didnât answer, I should have taken it upon myself to answer instead. We were all tired but thatâs no excuse. I hope you can forgive us all.â
  Suga scratched his head, a nervous bead of sweat rolling down his temple while he watched Ushijima bow in apology, the whole situation becoming too formal and stuffy. âItâs fine, honestly. I hope you can forgive my outburst as well.â
  âOf course.â
  âDonât apologise for those jerks, though. They donât deserve you as a friend-â
  âWell, well, well. Look at you studious nerds,â Kuroo chuckled, walking behind Suga and placing his arms around his neck, resting his chin on the setterâs head.
  âYou have no room to talk, Kuroo-san. You have a hard-on for Chemistry.â Kuroo scoffed, placing his hand over Sugaâs heart in mock pain and pretending to cry. Knocking his hand away, Suga glanced over his shoulder as he spoke, âWhereâs Oikawa?â
  âWhy would I know?â Suga and Ushijima shared an exasperated glance. âI havenât seen him since I was banished by you all.â
  âIâve decided, Ushijima-san. Iâm going to kill Oikawa.â
  Oikawa strolled into his dorm an hour later, his skin glowing and bright. His face was void of stress. No longer wearing a mask (in both a metaphorical and literal sense. The green tea soothing essence masks he bought last month do wonders), his face was relaxed and smooth. He hummed to himself as he put away his spa bag. Once settled in, he acknowledged the simmering ball of fury in the corner of the room. He never made eye contact with Sugaâs two oversized bodyguards, both of whom waited behind the silver-haired setter, one with a frown and the other a smirk.
  âWhatâs wrong with you? Did Ushijima speak or something?â
  âHow did your talk with Kuroo go? You know, the one where you were going to lecture him and belittle him like you did me. Or maybe, and I know itâs a long shot, youâd grow up a little and work out that petty bullshit between the two of you?â
  âOh! I forgot about that!â Oikawaâs eyes widened as he tilted his head toward the blocker, the words bouncing off the tip of his tongue. âKuroo-chan, youâre trash and Suga deserves better.â Flashing a peace sign and a large, fake smile, he looked at Suga again. âAll done!â
  âI told you Iâm way better than him,â Kuroo snickered, shifting on his feet.
  âI know I deserve better, which is why Iâd never date him! How many times do I need to say this?!â
  âOi, Iâm right here!â
  âDid you work out your issues, then?â
  âI have no issues!â
  âStop lying!â
  âLike you can talk! Stop denying your feelings!â
  âI donât have any!â
  âYou can say that again,â Kuroo snorted. When everyone stopped to glare at him, he threw his hands in the air and huffed. âYou know Iâm right!â
  Suga left first, rolling his eyes and mumbling about needing a drink. Kuroo followed behind, waving goodbye to his dormmate and flipping Oikawa off with a sneer. When it was time for Ushijima to leave as well, his legs wouldnât listen to him. He remained grounded in place. Oikawa tapped his foot in impatience, holding both of his forearms with his hands, resting them in front of his chest.
  âWell, Idiot 1? What are you waiting for?â
  âI donât know.â
  âDonât you have somewhere else to be?â
  âNot really.â
  Oikawa waited. He waited for Ushijima to leave. He waited for him to at least move. He waited for his line of sight to shift, to break eye contact. He waited for him to speak, to explain something, to explain anything. When no answers arrived and instead new questions began to surface, Oikawa gave in.
  âCome on then, letâs go.â
  Oikawa interlaced their fingers, holding onto Ushijimaâs hand as he dragged him out of the dorm and through the school. It became clear where they were headed so it came as no surprise to Ushijima when Oikawa stopped in front of the gym. Grabbing the spare key that was hidden under a rock (an obvious spot, but how Oikawa knew to check there was beyond him), Oikawa unlocked the door and pushed Ushijima inside.
  âAlright, letâs play.â
  âRight now? Should we even be here?â
  âIâm offering to work with you, to set for you and your first response is to question me? You really are an idiot. Canât you just live in the moment and enjoy yourself?â
  â... Okay.â
  Oikawa grinned, triumph stretching across his face as he bounded across the court and wheeled out the volleyball trolley. With Ushijimaâs help, they got the net up and the court ready. Without warning, Oikawa took his shirt off and tossed it to the side. Quirking his eyebrow, faking confusion as he tapped his finger along his lip, he motioned for Ushijima to do the same.
  âWhatâs wrong? Weâve seen more of each other than this before. Besides, thereâs somewhere I want to go after this and we need to be presentable.â
  The tables turned when Ushijima stripped down to just his boxers, leaving Oikawa flabbergasted.
  âWhat the hell are you doing?!â
  âYou said we need to look presentable.â
  âHow does that equal stripping down to your damn underwear?!â
  Ushijima shrugged. âIt makes sense to me.â
  It was nothing new and yet it felt like Oikawa was seeing him properly for the first time. He looked attractive, and Oikawa hated it. He rubbed the back of his neck as Oikawa stared at him, his arm muscles flexing and bulging. Oikawa continued to look him up and down until their eyes met. He refused to be outdone or intimidated. With a light laugh, he brushed the unspoken exchange off and went to stand in the middle of the court, gesturing for the ace to follow before taking off his own pants.
  It wasnât uncomfortable, but it was odd to play in just their boxers. Oikawa found himself losing focus more often and ended up spiking the ball out of court when he saw Ushijima bend over to collect some of the stray balls. After a few more rounds of serving practice and setting some spikes for the ace, Oikawa called it quits. Even though the majority of fault fell on him, Oikawa blamed Ushijima for the practice failing.
  âI thought volleyball would be fun since itâs something we both enjoy but youâre hopeless, Bakatoshi.â
  âMaybe we should try with our clothes on?â
  âMaybe if you werenât being a pervert and staring so much, it wouldnât be a problem!â
  âI wasnât-â Oikawaâs irritated tapping echoed throughout the room, his foot setting a relentless pace. It was getting late and Ushijima could just about pass out at this point. He was in no mood to argue. âSorryâŚ?â
  âWhatever . Thereâs a bakery nearby. Letâs wash up and go.â
  If playing in their underwear was hard, trying to wash together was worse. Oikawa shut it down pretty fast, forcing Ushijima to wait until he was done even though the shower room was huge and they could have each taken opposite corners. It proved more troublesome for Oikawa, however, as his mind kept wandering to how built and muscular Wakatoshi was. There was a voice in the back of his head that wouldnât cease, that insisted he reenter the shower and approach Ushijima. It would be easy. There was no one around. He could just walk in, help him scrub his back, wash off the extra soap, clean his hair. Would it be weird? Was why he even thinking this way about Ushiwaka of all people?
  He wanted to blame Kuroo, to say he poisoned his thoughts with all his suggestive, crude remarks, but in the silence of his mind, he knew the truth. He was starting to fall-
  âOikawa-san, do you need help?â
  âWhat?!â He squealed, latching onto the nearest towel and pressing it against his body. His distraction had cost him too much time. Ushijima was dressed again, looking as handsome as ever, and staring at him with concern. Oikawa was still undressed, water dripping into his eyes from his wet hair, his clothes waiting for him by the mirror and sink. âIâm fine! Get out!â
  âOkay.â
  The walk to the bakery was silent and awkward. Oikawa refused to look Ushijima in the eyes and neither would speak. When Ushijima thought of something to say, the timing felt wrong so he looked off toward the horizon instead. The sun was setting and the air was beginning to chill. The streets were empty as they navigated toward the family-owned bakery. A few street lights flickered on here and there but the plethora of colour dripping from the sky was enough to keep the roads bright and clear. Once Oikawa announced that their destination was just a few stores ahead, Ushijima noticed that most of the other family-run businesses were closed already.
  âWill they be open at this time of night?â
  âWould we be going if they werenât?â
  The sharpness of his tone ended the conversation, cutting it short with brutal efficiency, leaving no room for even a peep or murmur. It didnât help that Ushijima was practically a walking corpse by this point, either. His body threatened to give out under him with every step. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and seek out the comfort of his bed but he couldnât deny that he enjoyed the rare moments he spent alone with Oikawa.
  As he had been briskly informed, the bakery was indeed open. The elderly couple behind the counter beamed when they saw Oikawa. The man disappeared behind a makeshift curtain into the storeroom while the woman greeted them, talking with Oikawa as one would a son.
  âTooru-kun, take a seat. Weâll get your order right out for you, okay? Do you and your friend want some tea?â
  âThank you, maâam! Weâd love some!â
  With a bow that each of the boys reciprocated, she wobbled to the refrigerator and grabbed out a jug of iced tea and started to cut some fresh lemon slices. Ushijima sat across from Oikawa. Without his usual cologne and fragranced body wash, he smelled musky. His hair stuck up in every direction, unkempt and carefree much like the setter himself. His eyes were distant, as if he was deep in thought. After a few minutes, the couple brought over the tea and a small cake. When they were alone again, Oikawa pushed the dessert to Ushijimaâs side of the table.
  âI didnât know what to get you. I didnât want it to be too personal and for you to think weâre friends or something. I figured you liked volleyball, and cake is standard for birthdaysâŚâ Oikawa laughed in embarrassment, his cheeks tinged pink as he continued, âI didnât plan it very well though. It was a last minute, snap decision. I really screwed it up, though, huh?â
  âItâs wonderful.â
  âBakatoshi, only you would say that. Well, whatever. Happy birthday.â
  âYou remembered?â
  âOf course I did. What do you take me for? Do you think Iâd willingly hang out with you for any other reason?â
Oikawa: Fuck Ushiwaka I fucking hate him!!!1!1!1!11! I hate everything about him I hate his goddamn serious look which is so fucking cute like what the fuck. Can I stab him