#adoring.ushijima

[ukeishin]

— the good within the bad

what they do when you have a bad (mental health) day

note: i don’t explicitly mention anything about mental health, but that’s just what i was thinking of when i wrote this. sometimes, you just need some comfort from your faves.

tagging: @babyworld

ft. bokuto koutaro, ennoshita chikara, hanamaki takahiro, kita shinsuke, sakusa kiyoomi, ushijima wakatoshi.

warning: gn!reader, fluff, comfort

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— bokuto koutaro.

bokuto pulls you into his chest. if you didn’t know any better, you would think he was the one who was having a bad day with the look on his face. he places both of his big calloused palms on either side of your face, forcing you to look into his golden eyes. bokuto then proceeds to list every single thing he loves about you. even as your face flames up and your neck warms in embarrassment, bokuto continues on. he could go on and on forever, but eventually he ceases when it proves to be a bit too much for you, resulting in you burying your face into his chest. he’ll hold you as long as you need him to.

— ennoshita chikara.

ennoshita coaxes you to lay down on your stomach for him on your bed. he slips a pillow underneath your head to properly support it and presses a kiss to your cheek when you turn to lay your head on its side. he murmurs for you to relax as his hands find purchase in the area in between your neck and shoulders. your eyes flutter closed as he slowly begins to knead the knots out of your back. the soft sound of music floats through the air in the background and ennoshita lowly hums along to the tune. he leans down at random to press feather light kisses all over your back. you deserve to relax.

— hanamaki takahiro.

hanamaki forces you into the car and drives the two of you to the nearest convenience store. his arm is casually slung around your shoulder as you meander through the aisles of the cramped convenience store. hanamaki tosses all of your favorite snacks and drinks into the basket as you converse about an utterly absurd topic that only hanamaki would think up. when you get to the check out, hanamaki looks your way and asks for your card. when you deadpan, he assures you he was just joking around and smiles when you crack a grin for the first time that day.

— kita shinsuke.

kita ushers you out of your bedroom. he sits you down on the couch, wrapped up in a clean blanket to watch your comfort show, and goes to the kitchen to boil you some water. he makes you tea the way his grandmother always made it for him when he was younger. he carefully hands you the mug, warning you that it’s hot and you should wait for it to cool down before you take a sip. you give him a grateful smile and bury yourself deeper into the blanket. when you drift off into a much needed nap, kita then slips back into your bedroom. he tosses all of your dirty laundry into your laundry bin, picks up all the trash off the ground, and tidies the papers strewn across your desk. anything to make your life a little bit easier.

— sakusa kiyoomi.

sakusa gently guides you out of bed and into the shower with him. he slowly undresses you, peeling your dirtied clothing off of your body and sets it down in a neat pile before urging you into the already-hot shower. he makes sure you’re completely underneath the shower stream before taking a wash cloth and dragging it across your body. afterwards, sakusa takes his time washing your hair, massaging shampoo into your scalp and rinsing it out with water. after he’s satisfied with the job he’s done, sakusa holds you in his arms and lets the warmth of the water wash over the both of you.

— ushijima wakatoshi.

ushijima sits still on the couch, allowing you to scurry into his lap and curl up into him. he lets you shift around until you get comfortable. your head against his chest and legs lazily wrapped around his middle, you cling to him like a koala, not that ushijima minds. his grip around your stomach is loose, but firm. he does his best to not move even an inch when you drift off to sleep on top of him. ushijima doesn’t want to disturb the rest you so desperately need.

[ukeishin]

someone could be flirting with ushijima and he’d leave mid-conversation if he saw you walk by. the other person could be in the middle of a sentence and ushijima would not care. the moment he sees you, ushijima’s focus is completely shifted to you and he’ll abruptly walk away from the conversation. if you bring up to ushijima how the person was obviously flirting with him, he’ll say that he didn’t notice and thought they were genuinely interested in volleyball. with a straight face, he then bluntly tells you that you’re the only person he loves. he doesn’t understand why you fluster after he says that.

[ukeishin]

text messages with boyfie ushijima

— note: ushijima standin like 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ and i go 🥺

— ft. ushijima wakatoshi

— warning: none.

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[ukeishin]

try.

best attempts are made.

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ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader.

hurt/comfort, themes of mental health

Ushijima is terrible at comforting people. There’s no matter of uncertainty in that statement. Even Ushijima, himself, recognizes that he’s not especially attuned to others’ emotions. And that’s not something that especially bothers him. He’s aware that he lacks greatly in that department, but why does it matter? He has better things to concern himself with - volleyball, for example - so, there’s no use in fretting over it.

That's his typical attitude regarding the matter, but this time is different. There’s an uncomfortable pang that rings deep within Ushijima’s chest when he pushes the door of your bedroom open to see you curled up underneath the covers. You must have not heard him enter through the front door of your shared home because you flinch when Ushijima’s warm-up bag hits the hardwood floor with a quiet thud.

You tighten your grip on the comforter over your head, screwing your eyes shut in an attempt to stem the tears flowing from your eyes. Maybe, just maybe, this is all just a bad dream. This is just a nightmare that your unconscious conjured up and Ushijima isn’t actually here and you somehow just dreamt up this mortifying situation.

“Sweetheart?” 

Guess, it’s not a dream, then. The mattress noticeably dips underneath Ushijima’s weight. Although you can’t see him, you can sense that he’s sitting relatively close to your slumped form. You can’t muster up the energy to answer him, not yet, not when you feel like you’ll cry harder if you open your mouth to speak. So, you settle on making some sort of croaking noise to acknowledge that you’re listening to your boyfriend.

Ushijima sits ramrod straight on the bed by your side. He clenches his palms, the fabric of his athletic shorts fisted tightly in between his fingers. He wracks his brain for what to do. What do people typically do in these situations? He never exactly learned. Whenever he was faced with something like this, he exited the situation as soon as he could. But, this isn’t a situation that Ushijima can just walk away from. Not when it’s you.

A few beats of silence pass by before Ushijima decides to take action.

“Sweetheart.”

Slowly, Ushijima places a light hand over what he assumes to be your back, though it’s a little difficult to tell when you’re bundled up in a blanket.

“Can I please see your face?”

The typical monotony of his voice is disrupted by the undercurrent of worry that runs through it. You don’t want Ushijima to see you like this when you’re vulnerable and crying, but you know how stubborn he can be at times. Once he sets his mind on something, he’s determined to see it through until the end.

So, reluctantly you pull down the covers to right below your chin and twist your head to look at Ushijima. His expression is stoic, but the slight downturn of his lips and the creases by his eyes are enough to tell you how concerned he is.

“What?”

You wince at how rough your voice sounds from crying. You flinch when you feel a familiar hand cup your cheek.

“I will grab you a glass of water.”

The pad of Ushijima’s thumb carefully swipes a stray tear from underneath your eye before he abruptly gets up and walks out the room. You’re taken aback for a moment until your brain registers his words.

The comforter pools at your waist when you sit up and take the time to rub at your eyes and wipe away any leftover tears that stain your face. You cringe, well-aware of how much of a mess you must look like even if you can’t see yourself.

It doesn't take too long for Ushijima to come back with a glass of water in one of his hands. He eases himself to sit on the edge of the bed near you and holds the glass out for you.

“Thank you, Toshi.”

You take the glass from his hand and tilt it back to take a sip of water. You must have been severely dehydrated from all that crying because nothing has ever tasted so good to you like the cold water you’re currently gulping down. Once you’re done chugging nearly half the entire glass, you hand it back to Ushijima and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.

He holds the glass with both hands as he looks at you intently. You resist the urge to shift underneath his gaze and wait for Ushijima to voice his thoughts, though you dread what he may say.

“What's wrong?”

Such a simple question, but one you don’t know how to answer. There's not one single event, not one single thing that you can pinpoint that’s the cause of your terrible mood. You just feel… awful for no discernable reason at all. You shrug in response to Ushijima’s question, unsure of how to clearly communicate your thoughts to your boyfriend when you can’t even make sense of them.

“I don’t know.”

Silence fills the air. Ushijima sits still by your side as you pluck at the fraying threads of your well-loved comforter. A deep crease forms in between Ushijima’s brows as he finds himself deep in thought. You look up when Ushijima clears his throat before speaking.

“What can I do to help?”

Although your day has been positively awful, you can’t help the slight twitch of your lips. Not quite a smile, but close enough to one. Because Ushijima Wakatoshi, who’s known by others for being stern and stoic, is sitting before you and asking you how he can make you feel better. It’s heartwarming to see him try so hard to comfort you when you’re more than well-aware of how emotionally stunted he is.

“You just being here for me Toshi helps more than you know,” you confess. The obvious effort he’s putting into comforting you means a lot to you, especially when he’s not exactly well-versed in what to do in these sorts of situations. Ushijima’s presence has always helped ground you and this time is no different. Although remnants of your bad day stubbornly cling to you, you feel infinitely better with Ushijima by your side than you did when you were wallowing all alone.

“Can we cuddle, though?”

Ushijima gives you a quick nod before pulling you into his arms. You grunt when your head lands against his collarbones as Ushijima maneuvers the two of you into a more comfortable position. You wiggle around in his grasp until your head rests in the curve of Ushijima’s neck and one of your hands is loosely tangled with the hairs at the base of his neck.

A deep content sigh escapes you as you snuggle further into Ushijima’s warmth. His arms are wound around your middle: loose enough that it’s not suffocating, but tight enough that you feel secure.

“Thank you, Wakatoshi.”

 From this position, you can’t see the way Ushijima’s eyes soften as he looks down at you.

“There is no need for thanks, love.”

tagging: nhi!!!! @babyworld

[ukeishin]

an interviewer asks ushijima what he likes and he replies: “volleyball and my s/o.”