Tutor (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Chapter 30

'To whom it may concern

Know that my death was very slow and very painful. I leave all my nerdy belongings to Marie, the rest may be sold off and the profits donated to a good cause.

Please let my funeral be closed casket, the sight will not be pretty.'

"Let's take a break." Wakatoshi's voice broke you out of your internal monologue and you nodded, thankfully.

"As I mentioned before, I'm not in great shape." You said as you tried to catch your breath.

"It's best to keep moving, maybe stretch a little, otherwise you might get a stitch." He advised you and you had to make a conscious effort not to glare at him. Next time Tendou had an idea you would make sure to get away from him at the speed of light.

So far you hadn't even touched the ball that much. You had run a lap or two, which had left you exhausted already, and then bounced a ball up and down for a bit.

After you had walked around for five minutes and your breathing had slowed down a bit, Wakatoshi approached you holding the ball.

"Are you up for practicing receives?" He asked you and you were tempted to say no and just call it quits, but you had just a little bit of ego left that did not want you to give up already.

"Yeah, that's okay." You said and waited for him to tell you what to do.

He showed you how to hold out your arms and bend through your knees and as you tried to copy him he came over to adjust your position. You were suddenly glad for the warm up. Since your body was already flushed from your earlier run, it would be hard to tell how much you felt your face heat up at his touches.

Then he took the ball and started throwing it at you for you to try and return it.  After a little while he deemed you ready enough to start, softly, hitting spikes at you. You  had no idea where he got the idea that you were ready for that, because you could still only receive half the balls he threw at you and they bounced off of your arms in all directions, including the direction of your own face.

You were glad when he told you it was time for a break again. This time you were allowed to take a seat on a bench and he passed you a water bottle, which you gladly took.

"Don't drink too much at once." He warned you before sitting down next to you. After allowing you to catch your breath for a bit he turned to you. 

"You should tell me if I'm being too hard on you, alright? I know you're not in the best physical condition."

You chuckled. "That is a bit of an understatement. But now that I've been able to recover from the warm-up of hell, it's actually kind of nice to stretch my limbs. The balls to the face are not nice though."

You comment made him chuckle and it was like music to your ears. It was a sound you rarely heard and you hoped that you would hear it more often from now on.

" Let's do serves next, it would be pretty hard to serve a ball to your own face." 

"But not impossible right?" You replied with a grin, which made him laugh.

Not a chuckle or a smile, an actual laugh. You would give an arm and a leg to hear him laugh all day, every day.

You were pulled from your reverie by him getting up from the bench. "Are you ready?"

You quickly got up, nodding. "Yeah sure, just tell me what to do."

Since you had already learned underhanded serves in highschool he went straight to the overhand serve.