Lead Wings | Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊

Oh, shit. They were watching you. All of them: your brother, his team, the coaches, the managers and the other teams. Everyone's eyes were on you. Crap. You laugh awkwardly, rubbing the back of your head to lose some of the embarrassment.

"Guess I'll have to introduce myself now. My name is Ukai (Name). I'm a college student here in Tokyo and I was the captain of the girls' team last year. It's a pleasure to meet you!" You say, bowing in front of them. "Also, yes, I'm your coach's younger sister. I know some of your second and third years since my grandfather took me to assist their practice from time to time"

"I'm happy to see that injury didn't stop your enthusiasm for the sport," Kiyoko joins the discussion, bringing Yachi with her. You smile at her.

"Injury?" The blond girl next to her asks, as she notices there are no visible scars on your body. Besides the hoodie, you are wearing (color) shorts, knee pads and volleyball shoes.

"Ah, I slipped and hit my head at the nationals last year. It wasn't anything severe, but I was out for an hour or so"

They look at you with pity in their eyes. And you hate that. This was the reason you and Ukai stopped talking until now. He blamed you for your reckless style of playing and said that you don't deserve the sports scholarship you obtained for your current college. For you, it sounded like all of your efforts to get your team to the nationals were meaningless. Sure, you did some rash things as bumping into other players, but you were the ace and the captain. You had to do everything on your own. Carry the team on your shoulders to assure the victory.

"Enough about me. Initially, I wanted to play more with you so I can see how you act as a team. But I can't do that now since most of you will hold back. I can't really observe you by sitting aside, but I'll do my best," Ukai told you about the 'freak-duo' so you assume that the other half must be the ginger you replaced. To be honest, you are dying to see them in action.

"But you did hold back against us, ace," someone from the Nekoma team says and as you turn around to find him, you meet the large grin of the captain. "Are you scared that some high-schoolers will be able to stop your serve?" You click your tongue at his words, frowning.

"Oh, it's on!" You say, lifting the ball you dropped a few moments ago and going back to the end of the court.

"Oi, you two stop that!" Ukai yells at you, but you just glare at him. If he thinks that you'd let this rooster head degrade you like that, he's wrong. Your pride as a future pro-player won't be trashed like that.

"It's okay, let them have some fun. Plus, it's been a while since I've seen Ikkei's granddaughter play. He was really proud of her," Nekomata tells him, calming down the young coach. Ukai mumbles under his breath, something along the lines of 'I wonder who was the favorite grandchild', and the old man laughs. When Ukai quit playing volleyball and started working for your mother's store, you became the main focus of your grandfather. His passion for the sport was passed down to both you and your brother, but you were the only one that dedicated yourself to such extend.

If the black-haired boy wanted a powerful jump serve, who were you to refuse such request? So, you throw the ball in the air, following it with your eyes and steps. You jump as high as your legs can take you, hitting it with your right hand at full force. The ball hits the ground hard and loud, flying up in the air from the impact with the hardwood floor. Kuroo looks back at you as the ball falls behind him, giving you a toothy grin. 'This bastard'

"That was amazing!" Hinata is the first one to speak; his eyes are sparkling with admiration towards you. You blush slightly and leave the court to let your juniors continue their match. You crouch down next to your brother, back pressed against the wall, holding your knees to your chest. The whistle is heard and the game resumes. Your eyes scan fast their positions, the way their body moves and reacts to the ball. You're so deep in your thoughts that you don't hear the discussion next to you.