𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. deaf fem! reader x ushijima wakatoshi

𝐢𝐢. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐩𝐚𝐰

"jeez, ushijima, could 'ja have spiked it any harder?" yamagata, the libero for the shiratorizawa volleyball team exclaimed.

"poor girl, i hope she's alright," reon shook his head pitifully.

"that's miracle man wakatoshi for 'ya!" tendo satori, one of the team's middle blockers shouted, "you just hit the ball like 'bam' and it went 'whoosh' and then it just hit her like 'wham'!"

"chill out tendo, you've been hanging around that karasuno's number ten too much. it's starting to rub off," semi eita interjected.

a hand cupped your cheek while another shook your shoulder lightly.

"[y/n], [y/n]," you watched your friend's mouth form your name with her lips as your eyes slowly blinked open.

"are you okay?" a masculine voice asked from above – you had left to get up off the floor.

"um, did 'ya hear, ushijima? what he meant to say was sorry," tendo attempted to joke as the entire volleyball team had come to crowd around you.

you were oblivious to them all merely sitting up and rubbing the side of your head. the one clip you had pinned in your hair early that morning was gone, and the spot you touched felt tender.

"please ignore them," reon tried thinking you were not responding due to annoyance, "they mean well. please tell us if you need anything... an icepack? water?"

by now you had met the multitude of faces all staring at you. there was one gaze that had the hair on the back of your neck suddenly standing up and heat to pool in your stomach. you went to met the man's eyes.

dark brown eyes – they pierced your flesh sending another wave of fire throughout your body, this time spread along to your cheeks. you watched his lips part vaguely realizing he was about to speak.

"...forgive me for hitting you. will you be okay?"

you sighed unable to pick up anything he said. ushijima began to shift nervously. he was not a man of many words. when you did not answer him, his anxiety and uncomfortableness grew.

"she can't hear you guys," mika said. "[y/n]'s deaf."

ushijima's eyes which moments ago had shifted to your friend flew back towards you in surprise. deaf? he had never met anyone who was unable to hear before.

"that sucks," shirabu, a first year on the team stated.

"yeah, like she can't hear at all? how does she manage to do stuff like that," an ignorant member voiced in.

ushijima wakatoshi was not a man of many words. that didn't mean he could not speak, however.

"don't talk about her like that. even if she can't hear what you're saying doesn't give you the right to say it." ushijima knew all too well about being judged. he was sure his childhood hardships were vastly different from yours, however, with his own mother hating him for being left-handed, ushijima, oddly enough, did not like hearing others talk about you this way.

"yeah, screw off. [y/n] doesn't need your benching warming ass to judge her!" you watched your friend become suddenly animated in what looked to be like anger.

was she yelling at the person who hit you?

grabbing mika's arm, you pulled her towards you. she looked back at you worriedly as you shook your head.

"sorry," you signed, your right hand rotating in a circular motion against your chest, before bowing. as you quickly gathered your things in embarrassment, you were stopped by a light touch on the shoulder. startled, you turned around to face the man from before

"[y/n]," he said – you'd recognize your own name if it was the only thing you were guaranteed to. "sorry," his eyebrows furrowed as he said it as though he was trying hard to make it for you to understand.

you got the general idea and gave him a small smile for his efforts. you had to admit, the guy looked cute when deep in thought. having said what he needed to say, ushijima turned back to continue practice leaving you and the rest of the team slightly in a daze.

"um, uh... i'll text you later!" mika spluttered to semi before dragging you away and out of the gym.

are you really okay, [y/n]? ushijima's ball smacked you pretty hard, you read her text as she fiddled with your hair.

yeah, i'm fine... is the one who spoke to me at the end ushijima-san?

mika gave you a look at that. why? you think he's cute?? she smirked.

blushing you replied with a simple: yes.

"hey ushijima, don't ignore me! your best friend is humbling asking you what all that was about just now!" satori waved his arms around like a parrot.

"what do you mean?" the ace replied stiffly.

"um, please tell me you're not that oblivious. the thing between you and that girl, [y/n], was it? it took me days to get you to talk to me let alone ask if i was ever okay," tendo pouted.

"do you think she's pretty ushijima-san?" goshiki asked cheekily. "i thought she was," he said this part more to himself.

ushijima paused the activity he was doing to think. he had never really thought about things like that before, but when he pictured you in his mind the one thing that stood out the most was how pretty you looked when what he assumed to be signing. you could say curiosity killed the great ace. a strangle feeling welled up inside him.

he wanted to know more about you.

𝐚/𝐧: so dialogue that is intended to be directed at reader but is not coming from mika will be crossed out. while, y/n is able to "hear" mika speak because she can read her lips, for those who speak too fast i will cross out their speech (y/n is only able to catch parts of what they are saying).