hi perhaps a cute ushiwaka drabble where reader is stuck waiting for the bus in the rain/snow and he lends her his jacket and waits with her + maybe they share body heat?
I really hope this is what you were looking for, anon! I also hope I didn’t interpret this differently, as I was immediately under the impression that Ushijima and the reader are complete strangers, so I hope this detail is correct. Thanks for the request, I quite like how this turned out.
During your morning rush to get to class on time, you had forgotten to dress warmly for the colder weather that would present itself later that afternoon. You weren’t even aware of the forecast, despite the news having played loudly as background music for your daily routine that morning, you were simply unaware that it would be snowing whilst you would likely be out and about in the streets.
After class, you had to run a few errands, completely skipping over the clothing section that would have provided you warmth for your current situation. Thinking back to the coats that you had passed earlier brought a scowl to your face as you further huddled into yourself, rubbing your frozen hands up and down your arms in a futile attempt to keep yourself warm. The bus was late, despite many other occasions where you found yourself arriving just on time to catch it. The universe truly had a sick sense of humour, deciding today would be the most appropriate to lengthen your waiting period before you could get home.
To your demise, snow began falling from the sky, as if it were a declaration from mother nature herself that she had much more up her sleeve to make you suffer further. If it weren’t for you current frostbite, you would have smiled at the sight of the snowflakes drifting in the gentle yet threateningly cold breeze. Instead, you frowned, hoping its slow pace would ensue until you at least got on the bus.
The last remaining heat of your body began dwindling as you felt your teeth chatter together. You gritted them tightly, inwardly scolding yourself to not give in and keep your shaking body together. Unexpectedly, a sudden weight adorned your shoulders, you would have jumped away in fright if it weren’t for the current warmth that engulfed your form. Turning your head, you caught eyes with that of an attractive looking stranger standing next to you before gazing down at the blanket of heat surrounding you. You blushed upon realizing it was his own coat, his layers of clothing now looking thin without it.
Immediately, you made a motion to shrug it off your shoulders and give it back to him, not because you were ungrateful for the stranger’s act of kindness, but you simply thought you didn’t deserve it. However, your actions came to a stop at the sound of his smooth voice.
“Keep it on, I insist,” he gave you a court nod in affirmation and you stared at him for a good few seconds in surprise before breaking from your daze.
“I..thank you,” you bow your head in appreciation, looking back up to return his gaze.
“I’m (Name),” you figured it only right to introduce yourself to the kind stranger as you held your bare hand out for him to shake. He did so without hesitance.
“Wakatoshi,” he stated simply before his eyebrows furrowed up and he glanced down at your interlocked hands. You blush, pulling your hand away.
“Your hands are freezing,” he cuts you off with his sudden observation, the mild concern in his voice willing you to remain quiet out of bewilderment. Just how nice was this guy? He genuinely sounded worried. Your thoughts are interrupted as you watch him begin tugging off his black wool gloves, you reach your hands out in an attempt to stop him before he gets any further but it’s too late and he’s handing both of them out for you. You stare at him in a stupefy.
“Are you sure? You’ve already given me your coat, I can’t take your gloves, too,” you mumble, feeling slightly embarrassed. Wakatoshi was currently just dressing you up with his own clothing at this point, he must have thought of you as dumb to go out in such weather unprepared.
“Your hands are beginning to turn blue,” he motions towards them and you hurriedly observe your outstretched hands, noticing how pale your skin had become and how prominent your veins were. “You’re shaking,” he comments, and you notice then indeed you are. You slip your hands into your pockets, not that it helps to warm them up, but you want to hide them away before Wakatoshi can make any further observations that he may point out.
He doesn’t look very impressed by your attempt to conceal and only takes another step closer to you. This catches your attention instantly and you flash him a nervous smile, noticing that he’s not stopping his inching towards you.
“Wear them, please,” he holds the gloves out for you to take a second time, but you urge the warming temptation away and shake your head.
“I’ll feel too bad, you should keep them on, their yours after all and you’ve helped me a lot already with this,” you shrug your shoulders, giving the motion that you’re talking about his thick coat that hung off them. It had already done so much to warm you up that your body had stopped its shivering and you could talk normally now.
With a small sigh, Wakatoshi slipped on his gloves and you cheered internally at your success in convincing him. At least now you wouldn’t feel all too guilty having stripped a complete stranger from his own warm for your own pathetic sake. You thought that would have been the end of it, but you were mightily mistaken.
You almost choke on your spit, head whipping around to look at him and decipher whether he was merely joking around with you. His stoic expression told you differently, he was being deadly serious.
“What?!” you question, finding it hard to form any other words at the moment.
“Hold hands with me,” he repeated, gentler this time, “you refuse to wear my gloves but I’d prefer that you’d keep your hands warm.”
“So..we both get what we want?” you voice his supposed reasoning and he nods in confirmation. You look him over one last time, still unsure whether this was a prank. Wait, that had to have been it. There must be some goon filming all of this right now. You search around the area, hoping to catch the cameraman in the distance, but you’re interrupted as warm hands tug at your wrists and lure out your pocketed ones.
You hold your breath as you watch Wakatoshi take your hands into his own, rubbing at them in a gentle effort to warm them up. Blood rushes to your cheeks almost instantly and without thinking, you hide your face in his chest, caught up in your desperation of hiding your flustered state from him.
You feel him tense beneath you and you’re tempted to pull away and find a shovel so you can dig your own grave but a hand coming to rest upon your head sends your heartbeat into overdrive. His body relaxes against you and you’re stuck staring wide-eyed at the ground, unsure what to do in the situation without embarrassing yourself.
“This is warming you up, correct?” he questions and you mutter out a weak ‘yeah’ in response, thinking yourself as stupid to assume he had allowed you to do this for any other reason besides the genuine distress to keep you warm. It wasn’t like he was attracted to you, he was just an overly-caring person, which the world lacked very few of. Despite knowing this, you couldn’t help but feel a tad bit disappointed. You had just met this guy, and already his endearing actions had set your heart afire, but then you realized that he had likely done this sort of thing for many other people before. After all, why would he have just offered to help a mere stranger such as yourself?
Once the bus arrived, you had found yourself cursing the world for not delaying it a bit longer. Pulling away from Wakatoshi’s warmth was nothing short of painful as you looked up at him.
“You’re waiting for the bus too, right?” you question, hoping it didn’t come off as desperate, as you were trying to convince yourself that the moment didn’t yet have to end if he would be boarding with you. To your absolute confusion and dismay, he shook his head.
You tilted your head, “Then why were you waiting here in the first place?”
“To keep you warm,” he stated simply as if it were only natural for him to spend the time helping out someone he would likely never see again. His words made you smile, but it hadn’t reached your eyes at the thought of losing contact with the stranger.
“I guess I should give you your coat back, huh? A real shame, it’s pretty warm,” you joke, already making the move to take it off. He reaches a hand out to stop you and you look at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Keep it, I’ll get it from you next time,” your mouth falls open to question his words but you’re given no time as the bus driver calls out to you impatiently. Wakatoshi offers a ghost of a smile at your perplexed reaction, watching as you climb the steps of the bus with hesitance, not once looking away from him.
“Check your pockets,” is the last thing he says to you as the bus doors close in your face and your left staring at them in a trance. You slowly make your way to an empty seat, your head still trying to wrap around what had just happened. Upon sitting down, you immediately tuck both hands into the pockets of Wakatoshi’s coat, feeling nothing but a piece of paper in the right one. Pulling it out, you examine it curiously.
I hope you’d consider calling me, I would like to get to know you better.
You smiled to yourself, your stomach erupting with dozens of butterflies as you continued to read the note over and over as if it were a lover’s poem. The thought that made you smile the most was the fact that his actions had been planned as opposed to coincidental. Unable to wait, you pulled out your phone, adding Wakatoshi’s number into your contact list before proceeding to text him. You had hesitated as it seemed too soon to be texting him, but you pushed your thoughts aside, you couldn’t deny the unspoken connection you felt between you two and decided that not even your pride could come between it. It took a bit of thinking before deciding on a message to send him,
‘If you want your coat back, you’re going to have to take me on a date first, because I’d like to get to know you more as well.’
Off in the distance, Tendou lowered his cellphone, having ended the recording once the bus had blocked the view of Ushijima and his little crush. Once the bus had left, Tendou spotted Ushijima gazing after it longingly.
“Waka-kun!” Tendou yelled out, waving his arms around as if his friend wouldn’t be able to spot him on the opposite end of the empty sidewalk. Ushijima looked to his friend, sighing at his antics.
“I got that all on video, she almost caught me earlier!” Tendou yelled, waving his phone around whilst cupping a hand to his mouth to accentuate his voice. Not that it was needed as it was deadly silent out. Shaking his head, Ushijima turned to walk away, but Tendou raced after him immediately.
“I’m assuming all went as planned, you don’t have your coat on,” he noted with a sly smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed his seemingly disinterested friend.
“All went as planned, yes,” he stated firmly, hoping Tendou would play off his current blush as mere frostbitten cheeks. He should’ve known better than to hope such impossibilities.
“Waka-kun, you’re blushing! I knew my plan would work, you should really thank me. If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have approached her and then what? You’d probably-” Ushijima blocked off his friend’s monologue as per instinct, his mind plagued by the thoughts of you as he walked home. It was colder now without his coat, but the remembrance of sharing body heat with you warmed him up instantly.
The sudden short buzz from his phone willed him to tug the device out of his pant’s pocket, a notification from an unknown number displaying upon his screen. He was slightly confused before reading the message, a small smile now gracing his lips.
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