Synopsis ❧ Idol!reader and Ushijima secret relationship faces a viral "soft launch" when he accidentally wanders shirtless into her live vlog.
It was supposed to be a simple "Get Ready With Me" vlog for the group’s official channel. You had your ring light set up on the vanity of your shared apartment, the camera angled perfectly to show your skincare routine while keeping the rest of the room a blur.
"And then, for the final step, I use this rosewater mist," you chirped at the lens, holding the bottle up. "It’s super refreshing after a long dance practice—"
The rhythmic, heavy sound of footsteps approached. You froze. You had forgotten that today was Ushijima’s "active recovery" day.
The door swung open. Ushijima strode into the frame, shirtless, with a towel draped around his neck and a gallon-sized water bottle in one hand. He didn't look at the camera. He didn't even look at you. He walked straight to the closet behind you, reached for a fresh training shirt on the top shelf revealing every rippling muscle in his back to your 5 million subscribers and then paused.
He finally noticed the glowing ring light.
The silence lasted for five very long, very high-definition seconds.
Ushijima turned his head slowly, squinting at the camera lens as if it were a particularly difficult blocker at the net. You sat there, misting bottle paralyzed in mid-air.
"Are you recording a video?" he asked, his voice a deep, morning gravel.
"Toshi," you whispered, your face turning a shade of red that matched your group’s official fandom color. "I'm live-recording. To the internet. Right now."
He looked at the camera again. Most people would have ducked or dived out of the way. Ushijima Wakatoshi simply adjusted his posture.
"I see," he said. He stepped closer, his massive shoulder completely obscuring your face from the frame. He leaned down until his nose was inches from the lens. "Hello. Please ensure she eats the breakfast I left on the counter. She often forgets when she is focused on her choreography."
"Toshi! Get out!" you squealed, pushing his solid bicep. It was like trying to move a redwood tree.
"I am leaving," he said, unfazed. He looked back at the lens one last time. "Also, our next home game is on Saturday. Tickets are available on the V-League website. Goodbye."
He walked out, shutting the door with a firm, decisive click.
You sat in stunned silence for a moment before looking at the recording monitor. The comments section of the "preview" clip was already moving so fast it was a blur of gibberish.
Y/Nbunny: IS THAT SCHWEIDEN ADLERS USHIJIMA?!
hugs4Y/N: DID HE JUST PLUG HIS VOLLEYBALL GAME ON A BEAUTY VLOG??
foreverY/N: THE BACK MUSCLES. I AM GOING FERAL.
loveY/N: 'Please ensure she eats’ I'm crine he's so blunt but so sweet??
You sighed, burying your face in your hands. Your manager was going to have a heart attack, but your engagement metrics were about to hit an all time high.