ushijima x reader

3

        Good Morning, you thought to yourself. 

3:32 PM. 

Oh Shit.

You were supposed to meet Tendou and practice with him. At this rate, getting ready would make you an hour later than you already were, and they'd probably be gone by then anyway.

Looking dead day two!!! 

You shot yourself a peace sign in the mirror, admiring the misplaced blush and mascara stains. The least you could do was change out of your clothes from yesterday and put on a pair of pajama pants, a t-shirt, a pair of sneakers, and put your hair up. The ugly makeup was going to have to stay though.

On the lucky side of things, you just made the bus, so you got there by 4. They weren't outside, even though the weather was nice, so you peeked in the gym to see the entire Shiratorizawa team practicing together. You thought it would be you and maybe three other people tossing a volleyball around for fun, but the coach was here and everything. You know you did not just get invited to an official practice. 

Didn't they just lose a qualifier yesterday?

You looked like you had just woken up from a coma. Your brown Jordans didn't match your old school's blue and red pajama pants. The bags under your eyes were only bigger when you woke up this morning. All you had on you was your phone, keys, and an old reusable water bottle filled with lemon water. And Tendou just saw you through the window. 

You turn around and start to walk away as quickly as you can, hoping that he thinks its a random passerby. However, you hear the door twenty feet behind you open. You stop in your tracks and very slowly look back to see Tendou waving at you and looking at you confused. 

The rest of the team seemed to still be practicing, so at least he didn't interrupt the whole practice by opening the door for you. 

"You didn't tell me this was a team practice," you whisper to him. 

"What happened to you?"

"I overslept."

"It looks like you died." 

"Maybe I did."

"I told them you were coming, so they're expecting it. You can't be rude now," he shoots you a mischievous smile that makes you think of the people back home as much as it does bother you. 

Anything but being the center of attention right now, I can't even play volleyball. I don't know anyone. This is horrible. 

Your bun was falling off your head as you walked in, you knew you looked like goth George Washington.

Boom. 

A ball. Maybe a fucking bullet at the intensity and speed that thing was going. How you caught it an inch away from your face, you still don't know. The room went dead silent. You move the ball away from your face to reveal a wide eyed Ushijima. You stare back at him with just as much surprise for a strangely long amount of time.

So much for not being the center of attention. 

Everyone here was huge, over 5'7, every single one. They all stood at least five inches taller than you. The school was huge too, you felt like an ant about to be crushed by a playful child's shoe. 

"Hello?" you snapped out of it and turned away from Ushijima as someone was trying to get your attention. 

"Sorry I just-," you handed the ball back to the coach and reached out to shake his hand, "Hi!" 

But he doesn't shake yours back. The coach is the only remotely short one there, and is probably even more frightening than anyone else. His aura is suffocating and harsh, but you look him straight in the eyes anyway.