| 𑣲⋆ Ushijima Wakatoshi, next time
tags : sfw. fluff, wife and husband, fem reader, x reader, reader x ushijima, post timeskip, haikyuu, wakatoshi ushijima, dense at times, social media, ⋆˚꩜｡⋆ wc 0.9k
Your husband, Wakatoshi, was smart. Really smart. He used his mind in ways you couldn’t imagine exploring at all. But yet that brain of his lacked at times when he was in social situations.
At a stadium in Tokyo, his game had just finished. It was a 2-1 game set, Schweiden Adlers taking the win. Currently at home, you’re relaxed on your couch. There’s a candle lit, you bought it from a random store with Wakatoshi, gushing to him about how lavender and jasmine scents were perfect candles to buy for the apartment.
“Toshi, would it not smell amazing if you came home to that smell?” You gushed, right after you had sniffed the candle in store, you bring it up to your husband’s face, almost smushing it to his nose; but not quite. It forced him to smell it aswell. “Yes dear, it does smell quite good. Now please get it out of my face,” he said, used to your behavior after smelling a rather good candle. He placed 2 of the candles you had both smelt into the cart and kept walking.
“How was the first game back?” “What was going through your mind during the Sets?”… The reporters questions went on and on. For a while, Wakatoshi didn’t know if they were ever going to be finished. At some point during the press conference, she moved over to a different section, which was particular for a reason. The off season itself.
“How was Your off season Ushijima, was it nice with your girlfriend?”She had asked, Wakatoshi himself, already tired from the shit load of previous questions he had answered, took this as their last question and then answered. The answer was truthful, but it could’ve been explained better.
“It was good, though I do not have a girlfriend anymore,” those words shocked others around them. News from Ushijima they could utilize? Create huge deal in the news? Pure gold was infront of them. Wakatoshi himself, had gotten up and left. He was infact looking forward to spending time with you. He just didn’t realize the mess he had caused. And your reaction to this.
Annoyance. During that off period, you had gotten married to Wakatoshi. It was gorgeous. december 14th, Private service, family and friends involved, no reporters or paparazzi. A night Wakatoshi adored so much. The marriage was kept out the news and no one of general public knew.
When steps started to approach and keys were jingling at your doorknob, it signaled that your husband was home now. Ready to face you and the world after his comment to the reporter. You sat on the couch TV playing a different show now but you’re facing him now at the doorway.
A ‘resting bitch face’ is what some may call it, but under your little facade known to you, it was truly just annoyance and laughter waiting to giggle out. The faux anger just there to spook him.
“That’s not what you say in a Press Conference, Toshi,” you start, ready to keep going but you silence, watching him come in and immediately making eye contact with you. Trying to recognize your emotion… He was confused himself at what he had done wrong. The man had only been there for maybe 20 seconds, but still answered.
“What do you mean? I said the truth dear, you’re not my girlfriend… You’re my wife.” Wakatoshi says as he walks over to the couch. volleyball has washed off at him by this point. washing himself at the showers before coming home to you. he sits on the couch, body facing you as he tries to gauge your mood. his bag and other stuff were long forgotten. right now? it’s only you he’s paying attention too.
“Look at my phone,” you murmur already shedding a small giggle, it was post after post, News accounts, fan accounts, and more just flood threads questioning about the current status of you and Wakatoshi.
“Oh my god… I didn’t even mean it like that!” He replied embarrassed after realizing his mistake. It was adorable seeing him like that. “Did you not think about staying and explaining?” You asked questioning his thought process throughout the whole conference. “No. She kept going on with her questions like a never ending midnight sun,” he sighed already feeling the exhaustion she gave him again.
“Do I just Post on instagram saying that we’re married?” he asks genuinely confused and wants the false information to stop. He starts getting a bit upset and gets up to search for his phone wanting to post now. Wanting the general public to know you’re his wife now, not his girlfriend.
After getting it ready to post and taking a photo of your hand with the ring on, he just posts it and looks at you. You’re laughing at the whole situation, but you still peck him on the lips. To which he smiles. smiling at his wife.
And…. a happy first post! hope you enjoyed!!
