#ushikuro

[rarepairgremlin]

Had A Bad Day, But Now You're Here - Ushijima x Kuroo.

Click - Had A Bad Day, But Now You're Here to read on Ao3. Reposting/Editing & Updating my old Drabble & Mini-Fics Collection so they're posted on their own instead of all in 1 fic.

Additional Tags:

Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Cake

Hugs

Pre-Relationship

[notsuchasecret]

57: “Is that my shirt?” with UshiKuro

Tetsurou could hear the struggle from the living room. His brow furrowed and he set his book aside, not sure if he should go investigate or not. But there was another thud and his curiosity and worry won out. He padded to the bedroom, where a tangle of limbs and fabric met his eyes.

"Is that my shirt?" Tetsurou fought hard to keep the laughter out of his voice, but it was a lost cause. Ushijima looked wounded, but in that puppy-dog way that told Tetsurou that it was probably not as bad as it seemed. He just couldn’t help it. Ushijima looked so hilarious with his arms caught up above his head and just his nose and eyes poking out of the head hole of Tetsurou’s shirt. “Babe,” Tetsurou said. “You’re never gonna get that on.”

“It seemed much larger when I was holding it,” Ushijima mumbled.

“I’m touched, I really am, that you would want to do the boyfriend shirt thing with me,” Tetsurou said, padding over to where Ushijima was all tangled up. “But maybe let’s try it the other way around? With me in your shirts? They fit me much better than mine fit you.” He tugged on the fabric, hoping to get Ushijima untangled without ripping any seams. Ushijima’s shoulders slumped and something went pop! and Tetsurou couldn’t help it. He let out a laugh.

“I am sorry,” Ushijima said, his voice full of guilt and anxiety. Tetsurou shook his head and tugged again.

“It’s not my favorite shirt, don’t worry,” he said. “Let’s just see about getting you out of it without hurting yourself.” Tetsurou took hold of the bottom hem of the shirt and pulled, and all at once it came free. Tetsurou stumbled backwards, landing on his ass on the floor with the stretched-out, rumpled, pathetic little shirt in his hands. He laughed harder.

“Oh my god,” he said. “Your hair- You look ridiculous.” Ushijima’s hair, normally neatly combed and flat against his head, was sticking up worse than Tetsurou’s. His face was red and he still had his arms in the air. Slowly he lowered them. Tetsurou smiled, and crawled over to where he was still sitting slumped, looking utterly defeated.

“I am sorry,” he said again, and Tetsurou shook his head, crawling into Ushijima’s lap.

“You are the love of my life, do you know that?” he asked. He ran one hand up Ushijima’s bare chest to wrap around the thick of his neck. “You’re perfect in every way conceivable, and little mishaps like this only serve to remind me that, despite everything, you are just as human as me. It’s comforting, you know?”

Ushijima said nothing, but he said it in that way that made Tetsurou know that he was grateful, and feeling better about himself. Strong arms came up to hold Tetsurou close to his chest and he sighed quietly through his nose. Tetsurou closed his eyes and let himself be held. It had been a while since they had been like this, and Tetsurou was only all the more grateful to that stupid shirt for providing them the opportunity.

[huii-2d]

a tweeter request ;P

[ezzydean]

“I had a bad dream again.” Kuroo and Ushijima

The skies rumbled ominously.  Because of course they did.  There was really no way for the skies to rumble encouragingly or luckily or promisingly.  At least not that Tetsurou knew of.  Honestly if the skies started rumbling encouragingly he would probably take a few days to reevaluate his life and genuinely consider Kenma’s suggestion that he rejoin the circus and get his head on straight.  He eyed the sky warily.  The clouds were dark and heavy and looked like they were ready to burst any moment.

He picked up the pace but it didn’t matter in the end.  He was a block from home when the clouds opened and soaked him in a matter of seconds and he trudged up the steps in soggy shoes, squelching his way down the hallways and up the stairs until he was in front of their door.  He dripped sadly on their welcome mat and tried to dig his keys out of his soaked to his skin pants pocket.  It was days like this that made him seriously consider moving to a desert.  A nice, dry desert with little to no rain in sight where he wouldn’t have to wander around in soggy shoes and get blisters that would drive him absolutely nuts and —

The door swung open and Wakatoshi looked out at him.

“You’ve been outside the door for three and a half minutes.  Are you alright?”

Tetsurou’s eyes were wide and he looked like an absolute moron he was sure.  But it was like three in the morning and his husband should have been asleep hours and hours ago.

“Sudden downpour.”  

Tetsurou slipped inside and yanked off his sodden shoes.  He was torn between stripping off all his clothes right here to avoid dripping through the apartment and just scurrying to the bathroom so he could hop in the shower immediately after disrobing because he was sure he would never be warm again otherwise.  He hung his soaked hoodie on the hook inside the door and peeled his socks off when he realized Wakatoshi was still just standing next to him.  Silent and still.  The silent part didn’t worry him too much.  Wakatoshi wasn’t much of a talker even on his chattiest of days.  But the fact he was just standing there staring in Tetsurou’s direction was a little off putting.

“Babe?”

Wakatoshi blinked at him a few times and then sniffled quietly.

“I had that dream again.”

All thoughts of showers flew from his mind.  He guided Wakatoshi back to their bedroom, turning on the lamps in the apartment with a flick of his fingers.  Once he had Wakatoshi back in bed and under the covers he tossed his wet clothes into the bathtub, muttered a spell that Yaku had taught him to keep them from smelling wet and moldy, and pulled on a pair of dry sweatpants.  Wakatoshi hadn’t moved in the time he was gone but when Tetsurou settled on the edge of the bed Wakatoshi turned towards him and reached out to press his large palm against Tetsurou’s stomach.

“What can I do for you love?”

Wakatoshi dug his fingers into Tetsurou’s stomach for a moment and then pulled his hand away.

“Show me the stars?”

Tetsurou smiled sadly.  Because Wakatoshi only asked for the stars when he was in a bad way.

“Of course.”

Wakatoshi tugged the covers over himself and flipped back the edge for Tetsurou to climb in next to him.

He pulled at the threads in his mind’s eye, fingers twitching, and lights twinkled to life across the ceiling.  A few more twitches had galaxies and nebulae twirling into view.

They watched the stars above them move slowly, gentle swirls and minute cosmic shifts, until Wakatoshi eventually rolled onto his side to look at Tetsurou.

“Thank you Tetsurou.”

Tetsurou smiled.  “Any time you need me love.  I’m here for you.”

Wakatoshi didn’t smile at him.  But his eyes were sleepy and content and he reached out to tangle his fingers with Tetsurou’s.  

The cosmos above them flickered and faded as Tetsurou’s fingers stilled and Wakatoshi’s breathing evened out.

Tetsurou brought Wakatoshi’s hand to his lips and gently kissed the back of it.

“Sleep well,” he whispered against Wakatoshi’s skin.

“Love you too Tetsurou,” Wakatoshi mumbled back.

[stacysmash]

Ushikuro + war 💗

Thank you so much for requesting Anon! Wow, I never thought I’d write this pair but I’ve always been intrigued! I enjoyed writing it, but it may have ended up fluffier than I originally planned for a war AU, ha ha ha. I hope that’s okay 

Affection Grown in a Desert

Rated: Teen

Kuroo leaned against the side of the building, shrouded in darkness as he puffed on a cigarette. Unfortunately, it did little to keep him warm in his fatigues that were fine during the day in the desert heat but shit during the breezy nights. He blew a plume of smoke into the air, clouding his view of the magnificent spread of stars above him. When he was younger, he would have been impressed. Growing up in Tokyo, he hardly ever had the opportunity to see one star let alone millions. Hell, even a year ago his romantic heart would have soared at the vision of the celestial diamonds glittering from the velvet blanket of the night sky. Everything changed when his regiment went overseas and joined with another.

Kuroo had worked hard to achieve his rank, and despite his carefree aura, the men underneath him trusted and respected him. He was never one to lack in confidence, but frankly, he was startled when he met Ushijima Wakatoshi. He was the same rank as Kuroo from the other regiment, but his impressive stature, blunt honesty and extraordinary abilities made him seem like someone greater.

Ushijima’s qualities didn’t necessarily intimidate him, only put him on guard. Truthfully, he was fascinated by the other man, and his curiosity only deepened the more they became acquainted. Eventually, he looked forward to hearing his simple responses that savagely ripped people apart, cackling with glee at the person’s offended expression. Kuroo himself was never exempt from Ushijima’s honesty, but he knew the big ox only had good intentions. He was a pure soul, and it wasn’t often that Kuroo met one of those.

Surprisingly, Ushijima seemed to regard Kuroo with the same kind of respect and often came to him for advice when a social situation became too difficult for him to decipher. Kuroo always gave him an honest answer. It would be too easy for him to pick on Ushijima, which he did quite often as their friendship developed, but he treasured the trust Ushijima had in him and would be as direct as possible.

Read the rest on AO3!

[novocaine-sea]

Souls at Sunset by novocaine_sea

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou/Ushijima Wakatoshi

Rating: Teen

Tags: Demons, Sickness

Summary:

Ushijima is dying. Rapidly. It’s as simple as that. And when he hears splashing in the pond out back, Ushijima knows his time has come.

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Commission for Tono!! Pls check out my commission info here

[thatishogwash]

Y is for Yuki Onna

@audriel89 requested Yukionna+UshiKuro to sate her desire for more Kuroo rarepairs! And I’m all about that rarepair life (no please someone help, I love all these rarepairs and there’s not content for any of them!)

AO3

Ushijima moved slowly through the snow, his feet sinking in deep with each step he took.  He was drenched through already with the heavy snowfall, weighed down by wet clothes and pack.  He had known it was a bad idea to continue on his journey with the way the sky had looked earlier that day but Ushijima was running a fever and he wanted to be off the mountain by the time the storm hit.

In his sick state he hardly made it halfway down the mountain before the snow started.  Big flurries at first and he should have set up camp but his mind felt so foggy and underneath his wet clothes he felt unbearably warm.  He knew he was doing everything wrong but all he could think about was getting back to his village, that help would be there and it wasn’t that far from the mountain.

Ushijima knew better, he did.  He even had scolded others in always respecting the Wild and now he was stuck out in a snowstorm with the only knowledge that he was going in the right direction was that he was still heading downhill.

Something tripped Ushijima, or perhaps his wobbly legs finally failed him and he went down hard into the snow.  He had never been so sick in his life and his body had never failed to do what he asked of it.  He was strong in both body and mind, he had trained his entire life.  He had been a General, true and unwieldy and he had finally be allowed to go back home.

Ushijima thought Tendou might call it ironic, him dying only half a days journey from home in a snowstorm after surviving 15 years at war.

Ushijima managed to crawl over to a tree, though he couldn’t remember the action of doing it.  He propped himself up and told himself to get up, to continue moving otherwise he really would die here.  But he was so warm, his skin felt like it was on fire and he felt so heavy and exhausted.  Never before had he felt so tired and he just wanted to close his eyes for a moment.

A noise caught Ushijima’s attention, making him jerk awake though he wasn’t sure when he had fallen asleep.  He also had no idea how he could hear over the howl of the wind but something was to his left.  He turned slowly, tried to wrap frozen fingers around his katana but his body wasn’t responding as it usually did.

Something stepped out of the darkness between the trees.  It was hard to make out from the snow clouding Ushijima’s vision but he knew it was a person, someone tall and lanky.  The closer they came the more details Ushijima noted and how wrong it all was.  Firstly the person was wearing a simple white yukata, opened at the neck to reveal smooth and untouched skin.  Inky black hair spread out around him and they were barefoot.

They came closer and Ushjima felt a soft gasp leave him.  He had never seen such beauty in his life.  The other generals and those in his village teased that he had no such romantic or sexual notions or feelings.  That was never true but Ushijima could always push them down to nothingness inside himself.

Ushijima leaned towards the man, though he wasn’t sure if that word fit him since he was clearly not of this world, as he stepped closer and finally finally kneeled down next to Ushijima.  He leaned in close and he felt blessedly cool while Ushijima felt too warm.  He reached up to cup the strangers cheek, was disappointed by the thick gloves that prevented him from feeling that smooth skin against his palm.

Otherworldly eyes swirled as he looked at Ushijima, leaning close until they were only a hair's breadth away.  Ushijima knew of the legends circulating beauties found in snowstorms by travellers.  He knew what was in front of him and Ushijima found himself caring very little that he was about to die.  He knew he wasn’t going to make it off the mountain either way so why not be nourishment for the beautiful creature before him?

“It’s okay.”  Ushijima spoke softly, gently because he seemed to be hesitating right before the final act.  Yuki Onna never tortured or hurt their victims but there was a deep sadness on his face.  “Do what you must.”  Ushijima leaned forward the last bit, pressing his lips against the Yuki Onna’s.  He felt blessedly cool against Ushijima’s overheated skin and Ushijima groaned as the kiss deepened, the stranger pressing closer until there was no space between them.

Ushijima would gladly give up his life for theirs but the Yokai pulled back a bit and pressed a soft kiss against Ushijima’s mouth as his consciousness slowly faded to blackness.

At least he wouldn’t be dying alone.

[gengar0]

Bottom Kuroo just needs to be more of a thing. Please?!?!?!? ANYONE??