𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. deaf fem! reader x ushijima wakatoshi

𝐢𝐢𝐢. 𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬

what?! your friend replied to your text at rapid speed. you want me to ask eita for information about ushijima!! has [y/n] peaked? are you in love?!

you laughed as you approached the front gate of the school. maybe ;)

omg, i'm happy for you, but from what i've heard ushijima isn't all that sociable. it might be hard to talk to him.

you hesitated. there was something deep down that compelled you to reply: i want to try.

you watched as three little bubbles popped up on the screen indicating mika was typing. you were so distracted that you did not see the man in front of you.

"oof– sar-wey," the word tumbled out. you glanced up to see ushijima staring at you in surprise.

"[y/n]. how's your head?" he pointed towards his own giving it two taps.

hmm, ah! you gave him a thumbs up. "ou-shi-g-ma-san," you opened your notes app and typed a quick: about yesterday. you shoved the phone in his face before giving him the signs for 'sorry.'

this brought a small smile to grace his lips. it was the same motion he noticed you do yesterday. mirroring you, he whispered a quiet, "sorry," and bowed slightly.

you blushed at his imitation. did he just say sorry in sign language? how cute!

um, would it be alright if i came to watch you guys practice again today? you typed.

ushijima stared at the text for minutes trying to comprehend. would this be his chance to see more of you?

he shook his head up and down as a 'yes'. he pointed at your phone and made a motion indicating that he wanted it. curious, you handed it over.

could i have your number?

your head thrusted up in shock. did the ushijima wakatoshi really want your number? after some investigative research – you swore, you weren't a stalker – you had learned that the male was one of the top three aces in all of japan!

internally swearing, you took your phone back out of his hands before typing a shaky: yes.

unbeknownst to you, ushijima's ears burned a slight red. there was no explaining it; he felt this irresistible pull towards you. the brunette, slung his backpack off his shoulder to dig around for his phone. he didn't actually use it that much, in fact, rarely even asked someone for their number, yet you were an exception he was more than willing to make. once finding it, he handed it over to you with a straight face – the odd excitement he felt totally masked.

ushijima was not someone who could speak easily, but there was something about you that made him feel like he could.

when the bell rang for lunch, you eagerly met up with mika to show her the good news. you and ushijima had parted ways shorter after exchanging numbers and had been occasionally texting him all throughout the morning. he was sort of a dry texter – it made you laugh because even without knowing all that much about the boy, his short, simple responses seemed so like him.

so you're gonna go watch ushijima-san at practice today? when did you get his number?

yes! and i ran into him this morning. i managed to ask him then!

mika smiled widely. dude, i'm so excited for you lol.

he even tried to copy my signs when i bumped into him. it was so cute!!

omg really? i totally did not expect that. waa that's so cute, [y/n]. again, super happy for you <3

i can't wait till school's over. you blushed.

i bet ;)

a whistle blew signaling the beginning of the team's drills.

"aww man, coach ain't goin' easy on us today," satori whined.

"focus tendo. it's not that bad," ushijima stated.

"ha, you're probably happy about all this, aren't 'ya, wakatoshi?" semi eita snickered, "the spiking drills will allow you to show off for, [y/n]."

"i don't know what you're talking about," ushijima replied monotonously.

"wait, was that a hint of cheekiness to your voice? could it be?" satori gasped playfully.

"cheekiness? your guessing is especially off today," ushijima hid the smile beneath his raised arm as he prepared to spike.

you sat in the bleachers happily. practice had began maybe ten minutes before you were actually able to arrive, and the team had already started their warm up drills – or at least, that's what you assumed. you watched in complete awe, mouth agape, as you focused in on ushijima's spikes. he was, if you had to put it simply, the definition of power manifested in a living being. you had never seen anyone like him before.

at one point, later into the practice when the team had started to scrimmage, ushijima was preparing to serve. as he stepped up to the line, he took in a deep breath before looking up, eyes wandering to meet yours. the intensity of his gaze hit you like a missile, and you didn't need the ability to hear how hard your heart beat, so much so that your chest ached. with one gracefully jump, ushijima's toss was a perfect upwards motion, his arm coming down prettily to spike the ball with so much force, it bounced off the opposing side's court and went up into the ceiling lights.

damn, was that hot.

you were so focused on watching the ball come down, that you did not realize the giant ace was clutching his fingers to his chest. only when you turned to look at him in congratulations did you see ushijima's furrowed brow and tight frown. without much thought, you got up from your spot and ran over to him.

you held out your hands and motioned his into them. let me, you thought hoping he'd understand. ushijima nodded, placed his hand into yours, and allowed you to led him off the court. the other plays stared in shock, but the two of you were so focused on each other, that their gazes went unnoticed. you had him sit on the bench and bowed when one of the managers came over to hand you bandages. she had a feeling ushijima would appreciate it if you did it yourself.

you used your teeth to tear off a few pieces of the white tape and began to work. his giant hands engulfed yours – even as it lay in your palm. they were slightly calloused and caused butterflies swarmed in your stomach. with every little movement was a new reminder to your now particularly acute senses that, this warm and flustering feeling you got was from touching none other than ushijima wakatoshi's skin.

when you finished, you smiled briefly at your work. his long, deft, fingers traced over your knuckles before interlocking hands with you once more, his one stiffly taped pinky and ring finger unable to move.

"you have nice hands," ushijima mumbled. you tried to read his lips to no avail. his head had been casted down, his eyes focused solely on where the your intertwined hands met.

ushijima flexed his free fingers up and down all the while still grasping your hand. his bandaged hand waved in your face to gain your attention. he pointed to his mouth. your eyes wandered to his now parted lips.

"thank you," he mouthed slowly for you to read. for the hand, he pointed.

ushijima wasn't sure if you understood the last part. only when you gave him a response which he assumed to be you're welcome did a hint of a smile touch his lips.