made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

nineteen

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Time moved faster than you could've prepared for, and before you knew it March was upon you, accompanied by the end of the school year. You and your brother were now on your way to being third years, while most of your friends were graduating and beginning the rest of their lives. That included your boyfriend, who everyone knew would end up playing volleyball professionally. He was surely passionate enough, and he definitely had the talent. Honestly, you'd be surprised if he didn't end up being a pro.

    Kuroo, being the person he is, decided that a party needed to be thrown to celebrate all of you surviving this school year. You couldn't help but agree, thinking that you deserved a party after all the shit you went through. Plus, it was an excuse to let loose and hang out with your friends, how could you pass that up? Even Kenma said he'd be going, willingly. Both you and Kuroo were equally shocked by that, but neither of you were about to complain.

    The party ended up being thrown at the same place your birthday had been at, except instead of different activity stations, there were tables with snacks, assortments of blankets spread out across the space, and the speaker setup where the music was blasting from. By the time you and Kenma got there, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Daichi, Suga, Hinata, and Kuroo were already mingling with each other. There was no sign of Wakatoshi or Tendou yet, which made you a little nervous. One of the biggest reasons you'd wanted to do this was to see your boyfriend and best friend, so if they didn't show up, it'd pretty much all be for nothing.

    "Y/n!"

    You looked over, trying to see who was calling for you, only to be squeezed by strong arms and spun around. You cried out, gripping the person's shoulders for dear life, their laughter loud and melodic in your ear. It took you about three seconds to realize it was Bokuto. Who was still holding you up.

    "Hi, Bokuto." You laughed lightly, pulling your face away from his shoulder to look at him. He grinned at you, finally setting you down.

    "I feel like I haven't seen you in awhile. How are you? How's your relationship with Ushijima? I wanna know."

    "Oh. Well, uh, I'm fine. Things are pretty okay right now. And my relationship with Ushijima is just fine. I'm happy, and I'm pretty sure he is too." That last part had you smiling, and you felt embarrassed that just the thought of him being happy with you was able to turn you into a giddy little girl.

    "I am so happy to hear that. You deserve all the good things." He responded, ruffling your hair. You huffed, swatting his hand away, "How about your leg? Any new developments?"

    You shook your head, "Nope. The injury's as healed as it's gonna get, so this is what I'm stuck with. A limp and occasional aching. I'm like an old lady."

    A little pout came across his lips, and he crossed his arms, "Damn. I'm sorry. But at least you're alive and still have most of your movement back, right?"

    "Right." You nodded, your smile growing. Bokuto was right. You could've died in that accident, or been even more severely injured. You should be thankful for the way things turned out. Because, honestly, they'd turned out pretty damn well.

    Kurro called Bokuto's name then, and he gave you a quick wave before making his way over to the messy-haired teenager. Once again, you were left standing there alone. You took a deep breath, letting the cool evening air settle in your lungs for a few seconds before letting it all out again. Things were good. Really good. You were really fucking happy, even without volleyball in your life. A year ago, you'd never thought that could be possible.