Self indulgent thoughts about ushijima’s large hands.
ft. ushijima x y/n ◞♡ cw ! slightly suggestive
͏͏boyfriend!ushijima whose large hands splay over your side when he wants to pass by, always finding your waist even when there’s enough space for him to slip through.
“Toshi, can you grab the tomato sauce from the cabinet?”
“Of course.”
You don’t even have time to prepare before his cold fingers slide across your stomach, thumbs brushing over your hip bones as he reaches past you. The pot in your hands wobbles, nearly tipping into the sink, as heat rushes to your face.
He tilts his head down at you, voice low, “You okay, baby?”
(You’re not.)
boyfriend!ushijima whose large fingers find your face when he doesn't have your full attention.
You’re scrolling through your TikTok feed when he calls your name. “Did you hear me?”
“Mhm,” you hum, still not looking up.
Moments , his hand is on your face, fingers spanning your cheek, thumb pressing lightly against your jaw. He turns your head toward him with a careful grip until your eyes meet his.
“Now you're listening,” he says simply. (hell yea I am)
You swallow hard, phone forgotten as you meet his olive eyed stare.
boyfriend!ushijima whose hands hook beneath your thighs when he picks you up like it’s effortless.
You sharply gasp in surprise when your feet suddenly leave the ground, his hands firm and steady on the backs of your thighs. He lifts you with no effort, your arms instinctively looping around his shoulders.
“Toshi! what are you doing?”
His gaze doesn’t waver, calm as ever. “Carrying you.”
Your breath stutters as his fingers flex against your skin, thumbs brushing dangerously close to the curve beneath you.
He draws his eyebrows together in confusion. “Is this uncomfortable?”
It’s not. (at least not in the way he's thinking)
boyfriend!ushijima whose hand closes around your wrist when you try to walk out after an argument.
Your voice is still sharp in the air when you turn toward the door, anger burning a hole though your chest. But before you can reach the handle, his fingers wrap firmly around your wrist, halting you mid-step.
His hand is so large it nearly swallows yours whole, grip unyielding but never hurtful. You tug once, twice, but he doesn’t let go.
"Toshi let go of me, I cant do this right now."
“Don’t leave.” His voice is steady, but there’s something raw beneath it. His thumb brushes once against your pulse, the faintest tremor in the gesture.
You don’t look back, not wanting to give in without a proper apology.
Still, you stop pulling. (And that’s enough for him.)
