Game of the Insane (Yandere Haikyuu!! x F!Reader Oneshots)

WASTED POTENTIAL (Ushijima Wakatoshi)

Requested on Quotev. Let's pretend girls are allowed on Seijoh and Shiratorizawa's male volleyball teams, ok?

Title: Wasted Potential

Pairings: Yandere! Ushijima Wakatoshi x F! Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes

Description: You should have come to Shiratorizawa.

"You're not going to Shiratorizawa?"

Ushijima was not someone who showed many emotions, but the way his eyes widened and the way the volleyball slipped from his fingers in shock was enough to make you wince. The white ball bounced a couple of times before rolling to a stop at your feet.

You stood up from your receiving position and picked up the ball. "Did you really think we'd end up going to the same high school?" you asked, arching an eyebrow, "You know music is the thing I want for my future and volleyball is just a side thing. Aoba Johsai has the best music department in our area and not a bad volleyball team at all."

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he replied softly.

"It's just not for me, Ushiwaka," you sighed, "I do wish we could hang out forever, but at least we're still neighbors. It's not like we won't see each other again. And who knows, maybe I'll play libero against you some day!"

Ushijima seemed to stare right through you, as if he was concentrating on something that wasn't there. You scuffed your dusty white sneakers against the gym floor. For a fleeting moment, you wanted to tell him that you'd changed your mind, but the acceptance letter had already come and you had already bought the uniform.

Ushijima's jaw set and his hands curled and uncurled into fists. You had clearly upset him more by your words. "Look, I'll see you around, okay?" you said with a drawn out sigh, tossing the volleyball in with the rest.

Maybe it was the end of your years-long friendship. It was sad, but you kind of figured the two of you would grow apart. You were too different to be compatible.

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"You're going to have to walk or bike."

"But I'll be late on my first day!"

"And I'm out who knows how much money on my tires!"

You slammed the door irritably behind you. You weren't upset at your mother, no, you were furious at whoever had slashed the tires of her car. You walked past the sleek Honda and glared at its tires which were slashed into ribbons.

Your bike sat at the back of the garage, as you hadn't had to use it in quite a while. As you took a seat on it, you realized it was probably a little too small for you. Still, it was better and faster than walking the whole way.

The wind blew through your careful updo and buffeted your face as you biked to Aoba Johsai. You were going to be late, no matter how fast you rode. Cars flew past on the road and you felt a strange sort of jealousy. It wasn't fair that they could go so fast while you were here struggling!

Finally, finally, Aoba Johsai's clock tower came into view. You risked a glance at your watch. You were definitely late, but it was better than it could have been. The bicycle rack was close to the entrance. You locked your bike up tight and ran into the school.

When you came out, hours later, your bike was gone.

You threw your arms up in the air and let out a frustrated growl. Why did life hate you so much? Your eyes strayed across the street and you were startled to see Ushijima standing there, watching you. But after a blink, he was lost in the crowd, so suddenly that you decided you hadn't seen him at all.

You returned home empty-handed, head down and metaphorical tail between your legs. As you walked up the drive past your family's out-of-commission car, you heard your name being called.

Ushijima stood in his yard, waving you over. Reluctantly, you crossed the street and said, "Hey, what's up, Ushiwaka?"

"How was your first day at Aoba Johsai?"

You gritted your teeth. Truthfully? The day had been awful. But if you told Ushijima that, wouldn't that be like admitting defeat?

"It was fine," you replied coolly.

Ushijima looked doubtful, but simply nodded, "Well, my first day at Shiratorizawa was great." He didn't expand on that thought, not that you thought he would, he wasn't really the talkative type.

"I'm glad," you replied, "Shiratorizawa suits you."

"It could suit you too," the slight lilt of hope in his voice made you shake your head.

"No, Aoba Johsai is the school for me. I've already signed up for music classes- my first one is tomorrow!"

You hoped you were right.

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"Music class is canceled!" your teacher told the approaching students, including you, "The classroom is flooded."

"Flooded?" you muttered, "Seriously? The one class I was excited for?"

As it was the last class of the day, you were released early. You headed straight for the gym, where volleyball tryouts were taking place in an hour. Already, there were people practicing.

You were the only girl.

A sigh left your lips, reminding yourself that there was still time for more people to show up. Even if it was only boys, that wouldn't be the worst.

You studied the receives like a hawk and immediately noticed an older boy receiving the practiced serves. He was leagues better than you.

Is there even a point of trying out?

You took a seat in the stands and watched the servers. One boy with messy brown hair caught your eye- he was one of the only kids doing a jump serve. He was handsome, too.

Later, you would learn he had made the team. You didn't though, not with the third-year talented libero still on the team.

You took the long walk home, blisters forming on your feet. Your heart sank deeper and deeper the more you thought about the day. Was Aoba Johsai really a good fit for you?

Tears began to slip down your cheeks. You knew it was a small chance of making the team as only a first year, but it still hurt a lot. Why had you gotten your hopes up?

"(Y/n)?"

You turned, tearfully, to see who was calling for you. Ushijima approached you on the street, wrapping you up in a big hug.

"Aoba Johsai clearly isn't working out," he murmured, "Let's see if you can transfer to Shiratorizawa."

You stared blankly ahead. Was your friend right? Should you transfer? It was like the universe was telling you that you were wrong...

"Your potential is wasted at that low-end school," Ushijima said gently, "Now, we can be together, just like we're meant to."

Somehow, you felt those words carried more weight than necessary.