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A duckling's paradise. 🐤
they are going to a fancy event! (this tweet has been stuck in my head)
click to see their event outfits!
It was difficult, but interesting. Thank you, photophobia
Flexible boy!!
when i drew my hc = tendou has
Hypermobility
and maybe autism
some of his friends love it!
he also likes scary people sometimes...
I almost forgot about this sequel 🤧
Coffee meme except its multi media (animation and paper puppets)
Haikyuu animation (Kageyama, Kindaichi, and Kunimi)! This was may back in 2023 but I stopped due to the lack of motivation and interest but finally I finished (notice the slight change?). WE NEED MORE CONTENT OF THESE THREE PLS…
Anyways, my bad for being a little inactive, school has been really busy and messy because of exhaustion. I’ll try to post daily after the first week of March :). For now I might post randomly mainly because of art dump that I wanted to share (possibly 1-2 posts at a random day)
wedding preparations🌙🏔️ timeskip tsukkiyama, asanoya and yachi!
@teamushiten (a slightly late) ushiten week 2026 day 2: royalty AU!
more under the cut, it's a long one!
i know the akaashi inner monologue (outside of overthinking) is fucking hilarious
fem and regular bokuaka for this one because the concept was too funny not to do for both of them
@teamushiten ushiten week 2026 day 1: childhood AU
can be read as a continuation of this!
Clingy Intimacy
“What are you doing?”
The question startles Tendou out of his half-lidded gaze towards the floor, lying upside down on his bed. He lifts his eyes to see Ushijima watching him carefully. It makes his heart thud in his chest, sending even more blood to his head. He knew Ushijima would know he was lying, but he wanted to stave off the truth. Even if it was just for a moment longer.
“Testing gravity for funsies,” came Tendou’s reply, served with a cheeky smile and a wiggle that in any other circumstance would make Ushijima smile slightly and wiggle in response. Not today, though. It only makes Tendou's head drop nearer to the floor.
Ushijima, still watching him carefully, took a moment to weigh his answer. Then:
“Lie.”
Tendou scratched the carpet. “Yeah.”
Silence drifted in to the room.
“Do you want to tell me about it?”
Tendou looked at Ushijima, half in surprise. Ushijima hadn’t offered that before. He didn’t know if the wooziness rushing through him was from Ushijima or from hanging upside down for half an hour.
Tendou nods, the action awkward and hard to do upside down, but Ushijima understands. Slowly, letting Tendou watch what he was doing, he sits down next to Tendou; his weight jostles Tendou slightly on the bed, and he falls further.
“Help me up, bud? I’m starting to see stars.”
A hand reaches toward him dutifully and Tendou accepts.
Ushijima pulls him upwards, now facing each other. Tendou’s sure he’s as red as his hair, but he knew that Ushijima would blame it on the position he’d been in.
They stare at each other for a few seconds, neither breaking the silence. Tendou knew that Ushijima wouldn't want to talk until he did, but Tendou refused to go first. Not yet.
Remarkably, Ushijima seemed to guess that. As he shifted on the bed to face Tendou better, he opened his mouth to say something.
But Tendou wasn't ready yet.
He curled a hand onto Ushijima's thigh next to him. “Would you believe me if I said I’d love to be seeing two of you right now?”
Ushijima looks down at his hand, and Tendou almost thinks he's got him. The thought sends his stomach into knots, and his eyes flicker down to Ushijima's still-parted mouth.
But Ushijima intertwines their fingers instead.
“No. Talk to me.”
Tendou bites his lip. “Worth a shot.”
He sighs, letting his head fall onto Ushijima's shoulder. His shoulder was hard and solid, but he liked that. It made him feel less like he was going to break into a million watery pieces.
So, with his eyes squeezed shut, he mumbles to the hard, solid shoulder, “Do you think I’m friendly?”
It takes a second for Ushijima to respond. An agonising, excruciating second that sends Tendou's stomach into a panic, trying to digest itself.
An “Oh.” pulls him back to the outside world.
Tendou looks up at Ushijima's face, noting his confusion by the small downward curve of his lip. “Oh?”
“I thought… I thought you were considering something difficult.”
Tendou sits back, mouth agape, anchored by Ushijima's hand still holding his. “That is difficult! How am I supposed to know if I’m friendly because I’m, like, a warm, loving person or if I’m friendly because it... it was the best I could do to not be bullied as a kid? How do I know I’m not, like, you know-“
“A monster?” Ushijima finishes for him.
The words explode within Tendou, like some desperate, evil, awful thing he was afraid of; some monster destined within him, clawing its way out to wreak havoc on the world. Tears spring to his eyes, hot as the pain within his chest.
He nods stiffly.
Ushijima thinks for a moment.
“Does my opinion matter? On whether I think you’re friendly or not.”
Tendou sniffles, looking away. He nods again.
“I think you’re my best friend.” Ushijima rubs a thumb over his knuckle. “I think you’re warm, and loving, and that you didn’t deserve to go through what you did. And I think you are who you are because of everything that happened. Maybe you were forced to be kind, or maybe you chose to be. I don’t think either matters so much as what you decide to do next.”
Tendou's vision blurs, and he wipes a wet eye with his free hand. “Yeah?”
Ushijima presses a hand to Tendou's cheek as gently as he can, the touch warm and comforting. With Tendou's blurry gaze transferred to him, Ushijima nods in reply. And, softly, quietly, like one snowflake falling before a snowstorm, Tendou begins to cry.
Ushijima sits with him through it all. When the tears calm down, when Tendou's cheeks begin to dry, he's still there, hands holding him.
Solid.
“So,” Tendou gives a self-conscious smile when Ushijima catches a final, stray tear with his thumb. “You think I’m loving?”
Ushijima smiles, holding his gaze back.
“The very best.”
ushijima as holt from brooklyn 99
I love comically serious characters.
"Do you sometimes feel like you're not a real person?" Tendou asks.
It's a breezy summer day, or a cool winter one. In the coming months and years the timing of this moment won't particularly matter to the memory. It doesn't even particularly matter now. Ushijima tends to only count moments in between events, a life defined by moments in stadiums, plane rides across oceans, and loved ones calling at odd hours trying to make life work. Summer or winter, it doesn't matter. His eyes follow the pattern that faded acne scars on Tendou's cheek make.
"What do you mean?" Ushijima asks, because he's learned to ask for clarification instead of answering odd questions. The answer, he thinks, is "no," but he doesn't know why Tendou is asking so he follows up with that first instead of ending the conversation.
"Like... Do you ever ever think that maybe you're just an NPC, that your... Personality, your life, it's just based on what everyone around you is doing?"
"I don't think so," Ushijima replies, and he slowly stops walking as he watches Tendou get distracted by something over in the bushes. A small thrush, or a mouse, something small that flits between the branches.
"I could have guessed that answer."
"Do you feel that way?"
"No," Tendou says, glancing back over his shoulder at him. He smiles, giving him a shrug that scrunches a scarf up around his ears. Nose blushed red from the cold. It must be winter. Ushijima glances at the sky to double check, but the cloudless blue canvas doesn't say much. "I was just thinking... Objectively. Like... We could be, you know. We could all just be data in a simulation, meaning nothing in the long run."
"I doubt that's true," Ushijima replies, and holds out a hand for him. Tendou reaches to take it, lacing their fingers together and stepping in beside him as they continue to walk. Leaves crunch under his feet - maybe it's Autumn.
"Yeah? What makes you so sure we're not just data points in a computer somewhere?"
"Oh, I am not sure about that at all," Ushijima replies. "I do not adhere to strict creationist faith, nor do I find answers in pragmatic anti-theological ideology. I understand very little of the human people I meet, I would not assume I'd do any better understanding divine or eternal workings."
"Then what is it you doubt?" Tendou says.
Their fingers are warm together. Ushijima lets his attention wander over the park pathways, the shrill laughter of children from beyond a hill somewhere making him turn his head, just in time to see two little girls go running across the short cut grass. One tumbles down, the other throws leaves on her. Two older women, the young girls' mothers yet no less that two best friends themselves, walk slowly with paper cups of hot, peppermint coffee, the taste of biscotti still on their tongues. They watch their daughters.
"I doubt that it is meaningless," Ushijima replies, before looking back to Tendou.
"Even if it's all a simulation, even if you're just data points in a document somewhere?"
"What is the difference between data points and a body?"
Tendou tilts his head to the side. His hair has grown out again, not quite as long as it used to be, but long enough that Ushijima can watch the wind tug at its red strands, fulfilling the desire that prickles in Ushijima's fingertips.
He does not give Ushijima an answer.
"I mean," Ushijima replies, after a moment. "That the world is something. It has to be something. It may be... Atoms, and neurons. Or it may be data and electricity. Either way, it is still the same world we are in now. Learning that the world is a simulation doesn't put us into a simulation, it merely defines the context in which we were already living. We still have done everything we thought we did."
"But it wouldn't have been real," Tendou emphasizes, stepping in closer to him, letting their shoulders brush. He lowers his voice. "Nothing would be. You would not be actually hitting a volleyball, you would not be actually feeling the cold, you would not be actually in love with me. It would all be... Programming."
"I ask again, what is the difference between programming and a body? Everything I experience may well not be real. But they are still experienced. It still leaves me with memory. I don't love volleyball because it is real, I love it for the feeling in my chest and my bones when I play. I don't feel the cold because it is objectively true, I feel it because my body is designed to identify temperature changes. I don't love you because you are alive, I love you because you are you. And if I am data, then I am very glad that my data was programmed to love yours. What a pleasure it is to be programmed to love at all."
Tendou smiles slightly, then lifts their conjoined hands to kiss his knuckles. It's hot against the cold air, and it makes Ushijima very sure he is, at the very least, experiencing this moment.
Behind them, the mothers shout for their girls to not run too far off, not where they can't be seen. It's exciting, they say. A lot to explore. But go carefully - go together.
"Would you leave the simulation, if it was one?"
"I'd leave if you were going."
"And what if you didn't know what I was doing? What if you just had to make your own choice?"
Ushijima thinks for a moment, has to roll it over in his head.
"No," he settles on.
"No? Even if you knew the real world was out there somewhere?"
"But I might not be," he replies, which makes Tendou stop to look at him. Ushijima turns to face him as well, and gives into his impulses, lifting a hand up to play with the dry strands of red hair. "If I leave the simulation, the data may not transfer. Maybe the real me is being programmed to feel certain ways, act certain ways. In which case leaving is, potentially, a suicide. The intentional act of giving up one's life, knowing it cannot be reclaimed. I may be gone forever, I may disappear. It is not worth it to me, to walk away from this life in pursuit of another."
"But the other one would be real," Tendou implores, with the desperation of someone who wants to believe that there is more to life than what he has been given - the desperation of someone who does not want to admit that his happiness is in his own hands.
"So are we," Ushijima replies, leaning in to kiss him softly.
Tendou smiles into the kiss.
"So you wouldn't even be curious? About everything that might be on the other side?"
Ushijima hums. "I already have everything."
“Be honest,” Tendou says, scratching his nails lightly on the wooden floor beneath him. “Aoba Johsai, Karasuno, and, uh, Inarizaki.”
Ushijima collects a volleyball that had scattered across the gym. When he doesn't answer, Tendou repeats himself, louder.
Ushijima looks back at him lying on his side on the floor.
“You are not helping me.”
“I am! I’m giving you emotional support,” Tendou exclaims, propping himself up on an elbow. He flutters his lashes at Ushijima.
Ushijima stares back.
“I do not need emotional support.”
“Tell that to your counsellor.”
“I have. She gave me a feelings wheel to colour in.”
Tendou snorts, a smile stretching across his face.
Ushijima walks across the gym to put the stray volleyball away, his echoing footsteps the only sound. Tendou adds to it by chipping at the wood beneath him as he watches. Ushijima was bringing out two mops.
He grimaces. Time for a last attempt at rescue.
“C’mon. Out of those three, who would you pick?”
Ushijima walks over to him, unbothered by the questioning.
“For your game?”
Tendou rolls his eyes. Ushijima wasn’t even remotely interested in entertaining him. “Yes, for my game.”
Ushijima stops in front of him and shuffles the two mops into one hand before stretching out his free one to Tendou. Tendou pouts a little but grabs it, warmth spreading up his arm as Ushijima pulls him to his feet.
“The captains from each team?” Ushijima asks, passing Tendou a mop.
Tendou pouts further, hoping puppy dog eyes might save him from his fate. Ushijima doesn’t even blink.
Tendou sighs. “Yep.”
Ushijima points to a side of the gym, and Tendou trudges over there, mop in hand but dragging behind him. He turns his head back to see Ushijima make his way to the other side of the gym.
Tendou grumbles to himself as he cleans, lamenting having to do it after practice. He mops harder than he needs to, digging into the floor. He hears Ushijima mopping, too, with no reply yet to his question. Either he was ignoring it or he was thinking deeply about it, Tendou guesses. Either way, Tendou had failed to distract Ushijima enough to keep him from noticing that he wasn’t cleaning.
Tendou hits the floor with the mop again, a little harder.
When the gym gleams under the lights and finally passes Ushijima's inspection, Tendou chucks his mop back into the storeroom, relishing its clash. He considers sticking his tongue out at the mop, too, but footsteps approach behind him.
Tendou quickly presses his face into a wall. He groans extra loudly as Ushijima passes by him into the room.
When no response comes, he turns his head to see what Ushijima is doing.
Both mops in hand, he's focused on balancing them carefully in their usual position against the wall. His face is pinched tightly in concentration, placing them just as he had found them, though Tendou knew it didn’t matter. Everyone else just dashed them in.
But not Ushijima. He cared to get things right.
“Here.”
Tendou takes the troublesome mops and carefully pops them into place, hooked just right on the wall. Ushijima hums, which Tendou knows is positive.
They lock the storeroom before heading out, closing the gym behind them. In the cold air, Tendou’s teeth chatter and he pulls his jacket tighter around him as he waits for Ushijima to lock the door.
His eyes flicker around them, catching the few students milling around the grounds in the last hour before curfew. Tendou sniffles, nose turning red in the cold. As he buries his chin into his jacket, he feels a warm arm wrap around his shoulder and pull him against an even warmer body.
He smiles when Ushijima kisses the side of his head.
“Oh, so I get my doting boyfriend back now that practice is done, huh?” Tendou teases, braving the cold as he moves his hand out of his pocket to jab Ushijima’s abdomen.
Ushijima plays along, letting out a small groan that Tendou laughs at. He kisses his nose next, and Tendou hopes he can blame the redness spreading to his cheeks on winter. He jabs Ushijima again.
“I’m just responding to your game,” Ushijima murmurs, moving his arm to catch Tendou’s offending hand. He intertwines their fingers and pulls Tendou even closer towards him.
Tendou furrows his brows whilst examining Ushijima’s face. “Eh?”
“Your game,” Ushijima says again, as if that's enough of an answer. When Tendou pointedly raises his eyebrows, he continues, “I would kill the others. Though not in reality. Because it is a game.”
Tendou laughs and nods. “Yeah, you’ve got it, bud. But you have to choose who else to kiss and marry. That’s the point, you can’t just kill all three of them.”
“I know,” Ushijima says matter-of-factly. Before Tendou can state Ushijima absolutely didn't know if he chose to kill the three people offered in the game, Ushijima adds, “I chose you.”
Tendou almost crumbles with adoration. He shakes his head.
“That’s sweet, ‘Toshi, but again. Not how the game works.”
To that, Ushijima doesn’t say anything. He kisses Tendou on the forehead and walks off, waiting for the other to catch up with him.
Tendou smiles and rolls his eyes, digging his hands into his pockets. He knew Ushijima wouldn’t care about that game, wouldn’t play it properly, but he thought it would at least distract Ushijima from forcing him to clean. But no. Of course Ushijima would just kill three captains and kiss him instead and -
It clicks.
“Wait, wait, you'd marry me? Wakatoshi! Did you just say you’d marry me?” Tendou calls out to Ushijima’s back, wind whipping his jacket around.
Ushijima doesn’t say anything, doesn’t turn around, but it doesn’t matter. He extends his hand, and it feeds the butterflies in Tendou's stomach.
He laughs despite himself, half in shock, half in love; the sound carried across the cold air. Ushijima glances back once, and it's enough.
Tendou grins and chases after him.
AU where Ushijima is the new kid at Tendou’s elementary school
My computer is broken so I have done some "This Is Not The End" Ushiten art instead.
I call this one "Noon O'Clock Nap; or, Tendou may be useful in a crisis but his ability to distract the farmer is reducing farm efficiency and might actually be a problem."
Also, dont sleep in hay, kids, you will in fact wake up with a rash
A drabble about a good-luck kiss.
(Or is it?)
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To be fair, Tendou had started the routine off fairly innocently. It wasn’t his fault that he had been painfully bored on the coach rides to their matches, having been told he wasn’t allowed to leave his assigned seat after having teased Semi one too many times and promptly learning why bears weren’t meant to be poked (Semi had bitten his poking hand).
It also wasn’t his fault that Ushijima, who always sat next to Tendou, became the next victim to be annoyed. As Tendou had declared many times, it was his right to annoy his boyfriend endlessly, asking if he’d rather eat a worm sandwich or become one and be eaten by someone else.
(At that question, Ushijima’s face had gradually scrunched up as if he’d eaten a lemon and wouldn’t spit it out. Tendou tried to tell him to forget the hypothetical, but Ushijima couldn’t. At least, not for a few weeks, when he sat down for lunch beside Tendou and plainly announced, without context, “I would rather become a worm sandwich.”, notebook full of philosophical scribbles in hand as evidence, as Tendou had later surmised with more prompting.)
But - and this was the biggest one - it might’ve been slightly his fault for starting the good-luck ritual with Ushijima before matches. Just the teensiest-tiniest-barely noticeable markings of his fault. He’d been bored, he’d been restless, and his boyfriend had an extremely kissable face but refused to ease even an ounce of Tendou’s boredom.
And, well, voila! With bright eyes and clasped, pleading hands, Tendou began their good-luck kiss before matches to ensure the team’s success. Which turned into good-luck makeout sessions. And then, well, Tendou hadn’t thought about what might happen if they didn’t get to kiss before their matches; it was just a way to pass the time and, god, Ushijima always looked stunning - as if he would ever deny himself the chance to adore him.
But what would you know? Turns out, Ushijima believes in luck. So, one day, when Tendou is unexpectedly sick and can’t play in a match, being left behind at Shiratorizawa, Ushijima freaks out. He's completely inconsolable (i.e., he won't move from the bus and go inside to the tournament, no matter what Leon bribes him with). It's routine, it has to happen, it is as simple as that.
And so, with love for his boyfriend (alongside a sore throat and a banging headache), in sickness and in health, Tendou makes his way to the match to plant the biggest smooch of his life on his panicking boyfriend.
So, to be fair to Tendou, it wasn’t all his fault. Now, it was both of theirs - because he spreads his sickness to Ushijima, who becomes sick and still refuses to let Tendou leave for the next match he has to miss without a kiss beforehand.
And so, the horrors persist.