Prodigy || Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

[12] Gravity

It was a typical Friday afternoon, and most of the kids in your school had either gone home for the weekend or went out to buy their necessities.

After finally purchasing a frame to replace the one you had broken, you made your way to the clubroom. You knocked on the door a few times to gauge any presence in the room, and were greeted with silence – enough indication that the room was empty. With that, you let yourself in.

Upon entering, you noticed the picture was right where you had left it – untouched on the table. And so, you picked it up and framed it before taking it in your hands and observing the picture. You smiled watching the familiar face of your father. You hadn't seen him in a little over 3 months now – what with being away from home, plus the fact that he often had to go overseas for work. You couldn't deny that you missed him.

You sighed and watched the empty spot on the shelf, where it had been. You wanted to return it back to its original spot and hence, decided to grab a stool that you found just placed outside one of the other clubrooms, which should give you enough height to reach the shelf.

And so, you took it, setting the stool in place and climbed it before placing the frame where it belonged. You smiled at your work.

But right then, your eyes couldn't help but glance at the cookie jar, just beside the photo. You grunted, seeing that the jar was still full, feeling like it was just a waste to be put there with no one eating it. And so, you decided to grab it but just as you were about to, shifting your weight a little bit to the right, you heard a snap.

And then, you felt gravity.

"Shit!" you screamed as you fell down on the floor with a large thud.

You felt pain in your left ankle and knew fairly well you had sprained it – although the pain was somewhat bearable. After all, you've experienced far worse things than a sprain. Even so, you couldn't bring yourself to stand up.

It then occurred to you the stool was probably left outside the clubroom because it was no longer in good condition. Nice going, (y/n).

"I assume you were reaching for the cookies again," a deep voice said from behind you.

You turned your head to face your captain, "I was returning the frame!"

"Right," Ushijima replied monotonously.

As you laid down on the floor, grunting in pain, he walked up to you. "Get up," he ordered, which made you want to stab him.

"I can't, idiot," you replied. "I think I sprained my ankle."

He shook his head, "You need to learn to be more careful."

"You need to learn to stop being such an asshole."

He suddenly placed his arm around your back and by your knees and in a swift motion, picked you up from the floor, bridal style.

"What are you doing?" you asked.

He informed, "I am taking you to the nurse's office."

You blushed, feeling somewhat awkward in this position. "N-not like this!"

"But you can't walk."

He put you down, allowing you to stand up on the uninjured foot as you balanced yourself against one of the cupboards. "Well, if you're going to carry me, let me ride your back."

"Why?" he asked.

You shrugged, "Well, at least I get to see how the view is like up there."

Ushijima sighed but did as you asked. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he gave you a piggyback ride. On your way out, you asked, "Do you think I could get a cookie to make me feel better?"