Farmers boy (ushiten)

Waiting out the storm

Whoops I totally forgot I had this cuz school sucks lol 

The truck skidded over the dirt making the red head boy yelp in pain, the wounds on his back stinging at the sudden movement. The ace looks over in worry but the red head shakes his head with a smile and grabs the loose fabric of the seat. When they finally arrive grey storm clouds are visible on the horizon and marching towards the farm. The two boys both have a similar thought:  that they need to get this done fast. Watatoshi set straight to work while Tendou marvelled at the assortment of equipment lining the walls of where they milked cows.  Before the red head new it Ushijima was already hard at work and he found himself wondering how he could do it, touch the cow tits that is because Tendou is wildly immature about those things. HE marvelled at how well Ushijima new his way around the place, wordlessly completing tasks, pouring milk from the buckets into a large cooler then going back in a rhythmic motion several times. 

The ace could feel Tendou staring at him. He was accustomed to people staring at him with his reputation bur this felt different. His gaze made him feel like dizzy and a light dust of pink, barley visible settled on the aces face. The ace looked over at Tendou, the red haired boy was seated in one of the old stools that were meant to get to the wood work shed but somehow ended up here. He was siting in his usual position, one that, Ushijima had noticed he sits in over the course of two- almost three years, cross legged and adjusting almost always as his long legs would never sit proply on the small chairs. The ace would often wonder how to boy could sit like that, always adjusting. Surely it must be uncomfortable? However disbite his concerns he was reassured boy him  that he was indeed comfy and that the constant adjusting helped with his anxiety. The ace must have been staring to long as Tendou was clearing his throat with a blush and mumbling incohearinly. The ace looked back at what he was doing and noticed the small sound of rain on the tin roof. 

Pita pata pita pata pita pata. Ushijima always found it a nice sound but his company would beg to differ. Tendou, hearing the rain stood up and sat in the ground, his head in his hands. After knowing Tendou for a while the ace was used to this, there was nothing he could do, he and Semi had learnt that back in first year when they attempted to pat the red head on the back, both resived a hard smack on his arm and a couple of incoherent insults. However this time was different, the storm outside was beginning to realise the ungodly sounds of thunder and flashes of lighting in such a way they couldn't go two minutes without hearing or seeing it. Jughing  by Ushijimas knowledge and some counting that was being interrupted by Tendous sobs he would say the storm was right on top of them. Great. 

The ace had no idea what to do. He didn't know how long the storm would last, how long they would be here and worse of all he had no idea to how to look after the number five. his breath rapidly increased until the red head wrapped his arms around the aces toned waist. The ace looked over at him and was met his those red eyes. He adjusted them so they were leaning against the wall of the shed and held each other, Tendou calmed by the others warmth, presase and breathing and Ushijima calm with the knowledge that his friend was safe and not panicked and that he had something to do with that.  The two of them felt content with the storm and both felt there eyelids grow heavy as they snuggled in closer to each others embrace.