A R C H I V E D

It's the third time Ushijima sees you today outside of class, and it's driving him mad. The skirt of the school’s uniform it's just too tight for you, and it makes your bulky legs show. If you bent just a little, he's sure that he'll be able to get a glimpse of your underwear, all tight pressed between your voluptuous tighs.

Ushijima growls at the picture in his mind. The sudden pressure in his lower region indicates the lust that he doesn't understand. He had asked Tendou about it, but nothing other than comments about who’s the lucky person that has caught the ace's attention. Lucky? Attention? He fucking hates you, he’s never been able to concentrate around you in class, and now you're walking around the gymnasium. Two spikes have gone wrong, and three serves had hit the net while you mindlessly walked around his practice today.

To make matters worst, you gave Semi a small box with the biggest smile on your face, making your round red cheeks move up, almost closing your eyes. Ushijima couldn’t hear what you and the setter were discussing, but when he saw Semi pat your head. He had enough of your distractions.

“You’re a distraction, get out,” his voice resonated within the gymnasium, making the whole shiratorizawa volleyball team turn and see what had gotten their captain all shaken up.

“I-I’m so-sorry U-shiji-jima-San!” you looked petrified at the team’s Ace and Captain. Turning around a little, you directed your attention back to Semi, “I’ll wait for your-” you never got to finish since Ushijima intervened.

“Get out. I don't think you're very interested in sports,” his eyes traveled your whole body, “so I don't see why you keep coming here,” that comment struck a nerve in you, making you recoil and run out of the gym before anyone saw the tears that were about to fall.

“Ushijima-san, I think I should go check on Y/N-chan,” voiced a concerned and bitter Semi.

“You should be worrying about your training more right now; Shirabu seems more serious than you, Semi,” Ushijima would add more venom to his words if he could. To be honest, he didn't want to take his anger off on his teammate, but why were you with Semi? And why is he worried? Why did he want to punch Semi?

“All that was very unnecessary, Wakatoshi-Kun,” Tendou couldn't help but feel that something wasn't adding up.

-

Things didn't end there. Ushijima spent half the time of his showers thinking about you and how much he wanted to grasp your rolls. At night, he scrolled through your social media, looking for pictures but not finding many. “Fucking Y/N,” he would murmur, making him sleep less than what he needed as an athlete.

To his dismay, Tendou heard most of Ushijima’s nightly uses of foul language towards you. He began to get a better view of what has gotten into his friend. The idiotic volleyball head was in love.

Tendou understood his dilemma. Ushiwaka had never been fascinated with anything other than volleyball. Tendou gets how his friend feels. Something other than volleyball and that something was you.

So Tendou began to formulate a plan. Finding you are in love is so much better than someone telling you, right?. Tendou was going to do what he was best at, taunting a wing spiker and know where exactly the ball was heading.

“Wakatoshi-Kun, you better get ready for the best game of your life,” purred Tendou as he got ready to sleep.

-

“He’s what!?” a very surprised Semi exclaimed.

“Yeah, I know I was surprised too, but it makes sense,” replied Tendou.

“That is not fair; I found Y/N-Sempai cutter way before Ushijima-san did,” the only first year in the roster complained.

“But you didn't do anything, so shut up,” grumbled Shirabu.

“He didn't do anything either!” replied Goshiki

“Tsutomu, you haven't been jacking off to Y/N-Chan, no-no, right?” the bowl-haired boy shook his head at Tendou’s comment, “Well, Wakatoshi-Kun has,” that left them speechless, stoic Ushijima Wakatoshi jacking off to chubby Y/N, who would have thought?

“So that’s why he was a total asshole last practice,” added Semi; multiple heads nodded in agreement.

“Well, he ain't wrong. I think she has pretty titties,” added the second-year middle blocker

“Taichi!! That is exactly what I need!” Shouted Tendou.

“Pretty titties? Sempai, I don’t-” Goshiki was commenting with concern

“Tsutomu! No! I mean, you all need to note certain aspects here and there about Y/N in front of Wakatoshi! I need a reaction from him, so I can plan what we should do next,” there was a particular flicker of devilishness in Tendou’s eyes.

“Someone’s gonna end up with a ball encrusted,” whispered Shirabu.

Reon decided not to participate in whatever Tendou had planned, he was against it, but of course, none listened to him.

-

It was in the middle of practice when Tendou gave the signal to begin, and so Goshiki was pushed first.

“Ushijima-san!” Goshiki called after his Captain. Ushijima, who was walking towards the bench, gave his attention to the future ace.

“What is it?”

“Y/N-sempai is in your class? I wanted to ask if she’d like to eat lunch with me tomorrow and-” the young athlete couldn't even finish the sentence before Ushijima cut him off.

“No, she wouldn't.” Goshiki was dismissed, just like that.

Now it was Kawanishi’s turn; the young middle blocker wasn't really excited to tease the current ace, but Tendou and the rest kept insisting. That was called peer pressure, he thought.

Kawanishi approached Ushijima not soon after Goshiki ran away scared to death.

“Sempai!” Kawanishi went straight to the point, “I was wondering if I could leave practice earlier?”

“Of course, but for what reason?” inquired the captain.

“I think you remember her? Yesterday she came by the gym, y/n. I know she has cleaning duty today, so I hope to catch her alone in her classroom. You know she has great tits” the middle blocker gave a sly smirk

That didn't seem to have a good effect on the captain since his actions were kind of surprising for everyone present. A ball flew straight to Kawanishi’s face. Thus, making the second year stumble a little. With a red cheek, he walked back towards Tendou, who stood trying to hold his laugh in.

“What the hell did you tell him?!” Yamagata whispered screamed at the newcomer.

“The truth,” huffed Kawanishi

“Okay! Who's next!” clapped an excited Tendou.

“I already did my turn yesterday. Not on purpose, but I suppose it counts,” added Semi. “Shirabu, you go.”

“Go where?” Behind them stood no other than Ushijima. “We are in the middle of practice.”

“To see Y/N! Of course!” Tendou intervened.

“She has nothing to do with this team or any of you, so leave her alone.” why did she have this effect on him? Ushijima couldn't understand why he was so angry at his team. “You are nothing of hers.”

Was he telling them that last part? Or was he telling it to himself?

“You know, Wakatoshi-kun, you are right! As a matter of fact, neither are you.” Tendou saw Ushijima’s jaw clench, so he continued, “why don't we ask her to be our manager? That would be great! We all could enjoy more feminine touches.”

That did it. Ushijima snaped. Shouting that practice was over for today, he stormed out of the gym and made his way to his classroom.

“Well!! That worked better than I expected!” a chirping red-head said

“Why didn't we just tell him what he, obviously, didn't notice until now?” added Oohira

“Where is the fun in that? Besides, did you see!??? He was fuming! I would pay to see what he does when he finds her,”

“Tendou, what the hell.” Semi didn't find that very reasonable.

“Why pay? We can go now. I didn't lie, you know, Y/N has cleaning duty,” Kawanishi mumbled

And that is how the shiratorizawa rooster went after his Captain.

“Wait! None changed their uniforms!” Screamed Goshiki running after his teammates.

-

Erasing the board was your last task before you could head home. Since your back was facing the door, you heard someone entering the room, and you thought it was a classmate that also shared cleaning duty with you.

“There’s nothing left to-” you were cut off. A hand slammed on the board next to your head while another held your arm tightly and harshly turned you around. You were face to face with a fuming Ushijima Wakatoshi.

“Why?!” a bang resonated in the empty classroom as his hand moved from your arm to the other side of your head. “Why can’t I get you off my mind?!?” Ushijima stared at you with so much intensity. The kind of intensity that once only belonged to his in-game self.

“Wh-what d-do you mean?” you murmured. He had always been reserved and quiet in class, but now? You only saw this wild Ushijima in the court and never directed at you.

“Don’t play innocent,” he quickly moved a hand to your hip, clenching his fingers against your side. “Why. Are. You. So. Fucking. Pretty.” at every word, he pressed his body harder against yours.

Your rosy cheeks and the little gasp you gave away when his hand gripped harder at your tight uniform shirt; were driving him crazy. There was it again, that sweetly floral scent that lingers wherever you walk.

“Ushiji-” you squealed when his head suddenly fell on your neck. You felt him breathe in slowly, and it caused goosebumps all over your body. Thoughts crossed your mind, was this a sick joke? What did he want from you?

Ushijima treated this like he treated his favorite sports. He thought he needed to score points, give everything to his strong spikes so that none could stop them.

“Don’t look at Semi,” he began. He wanted to clear everything and to touch everything before anyone else had the chance. “Don’t look at Goshiki,” Ushijima was still hovering over you, lips against your neck, hands moving to fondle your thighs, caress your arms, and he even dared to slowly massage your voluptuous breasts. “Nor Shirabu.”

Ushijima Wakatoshi wasn't thinking. He let go of all those days he kept you on his mind run loose. Your elaborated breathing kept him going; your little whimpers traveled through his body, and your curves, full hips, and how your plush body felt against his hard one provided new and unexplored feelings. Now that he knew how you felt, it would be impossible for him to move on.

You wanted to give in, to let yourself be needed. You were scared but of him? Or of that vulnerability your next decision represented. Anyway, Ushijima didn't give you time to decide. Next thing you know, his lips are on yours.

The kiss was vicious; he kept on biting your lips; they felt so hot. You had never been kissed like this; it was overwhelming. His wandering hand never stopped moving either. Gripping harshly at every opportunity, your body felt so heated.

-

Meanwhile, outside of the classroom.

“I think we should go,” whispered Oohira

“You crazy? Wakatoshikun’s a beast!!” excitedly retorted Tendou

“That lucky bastard,” mumbled Kawanishi

“You all shut up.” Semi couldn't understand his teammates

“Goshiki! Is your nose bleeding?” Yamagata added with concern.

-

Some weird noise outside startled you. Finally, that got some sense into you and pushed against Ushijima’s chest so he could give you a little room to breathe. He didn't mind it; your round fists clutched his volleyball uniform, and he adored that.

“Ushijima, I think we should,” you paused to breathe a little more, “continue and discuss this elsewhere, please.” you could barely stand; your legs felt like jelly.

“Wakatoshi. Call me Wakatoshi,” he seemed calmer too.

You hummed in response. “We should get going.” Why couldn't you move? It was like some force kept you two together.

“Yeah, we should.” but none did. You still had your hands fisting his shirt, and Ushijima still had his hands on you.

A yelp outside the classroom made you both turn towards the door. Then, it opened and revealed Shiratorizawa’s volleyball team pilled up in the entrance.

“Surprise?” Said with a broken voice a dizzy Tendou Satori. A chorus of groans from his teammates under him accompanied the sad try of a cheerful entrance.

“Well, would you look at that? Oh, you should take Goshiki to see the nurse” you tried to lighten up the mood.

“We are going” Ushijima grabbed your hand and began to walk.

“Wait, where?” You asked.

“As you suggested, somewhere else,” Ushijima responded. You waved goodbye to the group still on the floor.

-

A couple of days later

“Y/N.” Ushijima stood outside the gym, remembering a scene from not long ago.

“Yeah?” You didn't understand why he abruptly stopped. He had practice, after all.

“What did you give Semi the other day? In that small box.” He inquired.

Oh, so it was that. You internally laughed. “A guitar pick. I’m trying this resin art thing, but I’m not sure if my resin brand is hard enough. You know, the strings tend to bite the soft resin,” you went full nerd mode.

“Why?” he kind of lost track of the conversation.

“So Semi could test the hardness. He plays guitar, right?” you explained.

“And why not me?” he was kind of pouting at this point.

Part 7 ____ Meeting Mochizuki Kanji

Short Stories | They happen after meeting all of Bonten, which hasn’t happened yet in the main stories. Can be read alone.

Scary dogs

Driving lesson

Strange sounds

- Terror? Horror? Angry.

Kokonoi won’t give you money

An uncertain future MDNI

You already have your own MDNI

Coffee and a carnage MDNI

The tattoos fiasco

- With your permission

Sanzu’s new weakness

- Secrets out in the open

- One door closes, another one opens