Haikyuu Oneshots

Ushijima here! Requesting backup.

What could you do, when a pat on the back felt painful?

How do you confort oneself when an encouraging yell seems to weigh you down with it's volume?

When would people just try to look past his exterior once?

Ushijima felt like shit. So, when he saw Goshiki at his house, talking to his mother, the first thing he wanted to do was lay his head on her shoulder and melt into her warm embrace.

He felt both the women light up with smiles as they saw him. However, their joy was short-lived. His pained expression was evident, so was the fact that his body was tremoring.

"Wakatoshi dear do you have your volleyball?" He nodded, gesturing to his schoolbag with a tilt of his head.

"Ushijima, was it those kids at school again?" This time, it was Goshiki who had spoken. "Bless her soul", he thought and nodded in affirmation.

He flopped down on a chair beside both if them at the table and observed how his leg bopped up and down. He could feel himself shaking like a leaf in the breeze. How long have I had that habit for?

Before Ushijima could notice, Goshiki  nudged a small notepad towards him. He looked at her inquisitively. "If you want to write instead of talk about it dear." His mother nodded encouragingly, "Spoken words are no longer needed dear. You don't need to force yourself to speak darling. I'll leave right now if you want to talk to Goshiki alone" Seeing her son's slightly saddened expression she she added, "I'll make some food for us and I have a meeting soon too so I'll have to go anyway! It's okay baby."

For the first time that day, Ushijima felt at ease. No one was staring at him. No one was yelling. No one was touching him without his permission. He wasn't forced to speak. So, he picked up a pen and started jotting down his thoughts.

I feel fed up of how people treat me. They seem to think that since I play volleyball and I 'look tough', I must appreciate encouraging yells and slaps on the back. It is quite the contrary.

His handwriting didn't look neat enough to him because of the instability of his hands.

Loud noises set off little explosions in my mind. Especially voices. I feel scared. I feel confused. I don't know whether they speak out of anger or joy. The very volume of the voice drowns out the emotions. From my perspective, it feels as of the voice is accusing me. It feels as if it's belittling me. Worst of all, I can't tell anyone as I do not speak much.

Touch without permission is a whole another chapter. Little pinpricks all over my skin whenever they touch me. I feel even more horrible when the person's saddened eyes meet mine when I flinch away. I don't want to hurt anyone. I don't mean to cause harm. I'm sorry I'm so sorry I'm so so so sorry I didn't choose thisI didn't- Ushijima's sentence was broken by a single droplet falling where he was about to write.

Another droplet stained the note pad's page. Yet another fell where he wrote 'pinpricks'. Yet another. And again another. He counted five drops until he felt the tears gently coursing down his face.

Three drops more and Goshiki approached him with a handkerchief. She asked, "May I?" Ushijima let her. He yearned for comfort without touch or speech. He yearned for care through actions. He sniffed as his best friend dried his tears tenderly. "Thank you." Goshiki smiled at the deep rumble of his voice.

He wrote down a few more lines on the notepad and passed it to his best friend. She read his neat handwriting intently. Goshiki had a melancholy smile on her face till her eyes reached the end of the text. Holding out her hand to Ushijima's side of the table, she said, "I am glad you trust me enough to talk to me about your feelings.... Would you like physical comfort, verbal comfort or comfort through actions?"

Ushijima beamed at her. He never expected someone to actually ask how he wanted to be comforted. After smiling at Goshiki warmly he held up three fingers. She understood him without any effort.

Goshiki grabbed a blanket from the next room and got Ushijima's volleyball out of his bag. She knew that Ushijima was well acquainted with these two things and hoped it would stop the shaking eventually. She approached Ushijima and draped the blanket on his tired shoulders while leaving him enough space to move around. 

Goshiki turned her attention from Ushijima to his mother to help her set down a large bowl of warm Hayashi rice on the table.  Ms. Ushijima spoke in a soothing voice, "We had some leftovers darling... You can have them." He wiped away the few tears that had escaped his eyes and joined his hands in gratitude to both: His loved ones as well as the Gods.

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This fic is Neurodivergent Ushijima, Transfemme Goshiki and Caring Ms. Ushijima centric.