❝𝘼𝙥𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙪𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙪𝙨, 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚.❞
╰┈➤ IN WHICH a professional volleyball player and a supermodel found themselves living in the same hou...
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You were the first one to stir from the slumber, moving your head to the side and scooting closer to the source of warmth beside you before your eyes slowly flutter open and you saw Ushijima sleeping soundly.
His face when he sleeps look peaceful, he doesn't give off the intimidating vibe whenever he's playing volleyball. Now that you think about it, you remember yesterday when you and your son were watching his match and the interview that came afterwards.
What Ushijima said when he was asked about that particular question coincides with the answer you thought of when he asked you about what he can do to win you over.
Because you grew up in a broken household, with parents who did not love each other but were only force to marry because of a pregnancy they didn't even want, you wanted the man whom you will settle down with to be someone who cares deeply for his children.
Who doesn't think of their children as competitions, and who doesn't dictate what they want to be in the future. You want nothing more from a man than to care for his and your children in a way that your father didn't for you.
In a sense, you wanted a family that's the completely opposite of what was used to be your family.
"You seem to be deep in thoughts."
A voice pulled you out from your reverie and you blinked your eyes, realizing that you had been lost in your own train of thoughts for a while now that you didn't notice Ushijima had woken up.
"Maybe?" you mused as you look at him. "I was thinking about that time you asked me what you should do to win me over."
You slowly pushed yourself up, propping your hand on the bed beside Ushijima as you looked down at him, hair cascading down your shoulder before Ushijima lifted his hand and brushed them behind your ear.
"Are you going to tell me now?"
"Wakatoshi," you leaned down a bit, closer to him that the tips of your noses almost touch. "You already figured it out."
"I did?"
Did he? Maybe he didn't figure it out, maybe that was what he thinks of from the very beginning. It was you who finally saw that side of him.
