made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

fourteen

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It took a bit more hard work than you wanted to admit, but you were slowly getting used to your new life. It was quite similar to your old life, except now you had to deal with the struggles of a mangled leg, as well as the hole in your heart where volleyball used to be. You'd thought you'd gotten through the worst of dealing with that loss, but it seemed that being back at school opened some old wounds and brought your attention to other ones you didn't know you had. It was so much easier to accept saying goodbye to volleyball when all you did was lay in bed all day.

 
    You hadn't so much as stepped onto a volleyball court since the day of your accident, and you were sort of set on it staying that way.

 
    Maybe one day you'd have the courage to face it, but you didn't think that'd be any time soon. It was too fresh, too hurtful. The memories alone of your days playing were enough to make you breathless, there was no way you could experience it in person. You were pretty sure doing that would lead to a mental breakdown, based on how fragile your mental state was these days.

 
    Still, not having practice to fill up your afternoons stung. You were forced to find other things to pass the time, instead of returning to an empty house with your parents being at work and Kenma being at his volleyball practice.

 
    You began taking walks every day, to help your leg and to not feel so alone. More often than not, you had to use your crutches, but you were slowly getting used to them. They really did help, as much as you hated that there was a need for them. You tried to remember that getting better was more important than your pride, though.

 
    You made your way down the path at a park near your house, enjoying the way the weather was just cold enough that it had the tip of your nose turning red. Children ran between trees and jumped over bushes, chasing each other in a game as their parents watched with exasperated fondness. Joggers were scattered along the path, most of them bobbing their heads to whatever music played through their headphones. It was perfectly peaceful, an exact example of the good parts of existence. And for some reason, it had you holding back tears.

 
    Maybe it was loneliness, or jealousy, or some sort of emotional issue, but you felt overwhelmingly emotional as you watched other people go about their lives. They were all... normal. Happy. Enjoying their lives to the fullest. And you weren't.

 
    You knew that wasn't actually the case. You knew everyone had their own struggles and hardships, but you couldn't focus on that right now. All you saw was others having what you couldn't, a normal life. You'd lost what was normal for you, and now you were absolutely clueless about everything. You felt lost, and you weren't sure there'd ever be a time when you were grounded again.

 
    Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you stopped and sat down on a nearby bench as you pulled it out.

    Incoming Call: Wakatoshi

    You felt your heart skip a beat, and you clutched the phone tighter in your hand. It had only been a week since Ushijima's promise at the cafe, but it still sometimes made you feel so excited that you shook a little. You couldn't believe it, the things he'd said were too good to be true. He wanted to be with you, and even more, he wanted to have a little more time in order to be better for you. It was like something out of a romance novel, not something that happened in real life.

 
    Especially not something that happened to someone like you.

 
    But you remembered the look on his face. The earnest, open expression. The way his eyes begged you to believe his words, to believe him. There was no way he could've been lying about that. You were sure that he was being honest with you.