#ushijima ff

Power Couple (Time Skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x Bodybuilder! Reader)

a/n: tysm for liking my writing and requesting this ff 🥹. Here is your ushijima x olympic weightlifting reader fic. I dont rlly go to the gym at all so uh hopefully this is accurate enough. Idk if its realistic so uh, yeah. 

I tried to keep this a cute and a short drabble btw (it has like no plot tbh)

Happy reading <3

“I can’t believe that my best friend is going to compete for the Ms. Olympia title,” Tendou exclaimed over the phone after you had shyly told him. His already large eyes widened with excitement as he bounced off the walls, leaving you in a joyous daze.

You had worked hard for years in the gym, building every muscle into perfection as you dreamed of competing in a professional league. And after a long while, you had done enough competitions and earned enough points on your IFBB Pro Card, meeting the Olympia Qualification System (OQS).

 You and Tendou chatted for a little more as he asked you questions and hyped you up, listening to your worries.

“Bro, you’re going to be fucking amazing. I’ll buy a ticket to Vegas and watch the show. Don’t worry.” He concluded, and you thanked him and clicked off the video call.

You proceeded to do your stretching routine to relax and lengthen your muscles. Halfway through, you heard the door open, so you quickly got up to greet your boyfriend, who had just returned from practice with the Adlers. 

“Hey Toshi!” You said, giving him a hug. “How was practice?”

“Volleyball practice today was quite similar to all the other days. However, Kageyama accidentally stepped on a ball and got a sprained ankle,” Wakatoshi responded, hanging his jacket on the rack. 

You gasped. “Oh my God. That’s terrible.” You couldn’t imagine getting injured and being forced to sit out of your sport and winced just at the thought of it.

Ushijima nodded. “It was very unfortunate, but thankfully, it was not too serious, and he will recover within the month.”

You two continued to chatter, with mostly you asking questions as your boyfriend answered. He already knew about your competition; afterall, he had been the one to hold your hand as you had received the news about whether or not you had qualified for Ms. Olympia. 

“Oh! I forgot! I made your favourite dish (a/n: it’s hayashi rice)! It’s the same recipe that your mom made that time.” You perked up, rushing to the kitchen to grab the food. You paused. “Wait, do you want it now?’

Ushi responded, “Thank you, dear. I will shower first and then enjoy the food.” 

You nodded and turned the stove back on to reheat the sauce before plating some plain rice onto a dish. Humming happily, you washed your hands and checked on the bubbling, savoury sauce. It seemed to tempt and taunt you with its beautiful brown color, chunks of beef, and incredible smell, making your mouth water.

NO! I can’t eat it. I can’t. Nothing can jeopardize my chances at the Ms. Olympia competition. 

You swallowed your saliva and set the lid back on the pot. To distract yourself, you sat on the couch and decided to just answer some emails and talk to your manager, which you had been putting off since the morning, telling yourself that your workout and telling Tendou about the competition came first. 

After a while, you heard your boyfriend exit the bathroom as he plodded toward the bedroom to get dressed. 

“Ushi! I’ll leave the food on the table! I’m going to the store to buy more eggs and other groceries!” You called out across the house as you got up to pour the sauce on the rice and leave.

However, you underestimated Ushi’s ability to walk across the house like a freaking ninja because he suddenly appeared right behind you as you set the plate down on the table.

“Oh my fucki-! Oh, it’s you. Babe, never scare me like that again!” You yelped, feeling your heart leap out of your chest.

He simply nodded. “I apologise. I will accompany you to the supermarket and eat later.” 

You laughed, “Okay, thanks babe.”

You two enjoyed the breeze of the outdoors as you strolled past the many apartments and houses, taking in the pretty scenery. Ushijima held your hand, consciously matching his pace with you.

After grabbing all the necessary items and checking out, you grabbed the grocery bags effortlessly and exited the store to find a slightly frowning Ushijima trailing behind you. He wasn’t normal-frowning in the way where he was thinking and simply existing; no, this was an actual frown of pettiness.

“What is it?” You teased, already knowing what he was thinking.

“Please hand me the bags,” He said, already proceeding to grab the bags from you.

Raising a brow, you handed him all four of the grocery bags, which he held just as effortlessly as you. 

“Why? Is it ‘cause I’m weak?” You joked, which made Ushijima’s frown deepen.

“No, of course not. Not only are you mentally capable, your physical strength is very commendable.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his usual dry yet adorable response. 

“Then let me carry you.” You said. 

“I-”

You already had crouched down to give your boyfriend and piggyback ride. Turning your head back at him, you smiled. “Pleeeeeeeeeeease?”

“This is indecent,” He muttered as he got on you and let you hook your arms around his legs and lifted him.

“Oof, it’s okay. I got this,” You hyped yourself up, ignoring the stares of other pedestrians.

“Babe, how heavy were you again?” You asked, readjusting his weight yet again.

“I was 90.6 kilograms this morning,” He responded, and you nodded. 

“Don’t worry babe, even if you get so much muscle that you’re double your weight now, I’ll also grow so much so that I can carry my little princess.”