𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃. ushijima [ ✓ ]

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spiked - chapter five

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𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃. Ever since the day that Tendou carelessly said that Ryouta had dated [y/n] his entire being felt heavy. However, he simply brushed it off, despite the fact that the thought always came to haunt him whenever he was alone.

Ushijima laid on his bed, a frown appeared on his face as he tossed a volleyball into the air. His phone was beside him, the screen flashing ever so often from someone of the name [y/n].

His frown deepened but stopped tossing the ball, putting it on the floor, and turned on his phone where messages between the first-year occurred.

From :  (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

To : sexyjima-senpai

check this out

[image sent]

you have a whole page dedicated to you!

From : sexyjima-senpai

To : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

Yeah.

You don't?

From : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

To : sexyjima-senpai

ehhh

not all of us go to nationals every year omo

From : sexyjima-senpai

To : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

But you did.

From : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

To : sexyjima-senpai

ajkedfksdjf

you noticed????

but its mainly cause of ryoutaaa

Ushijima stared at his phone for the longest time. His eyes lingering on the unfamiliar name a bit too long.

From : sexyjima-senpai

To : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

No.

You're good too.

From : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

To : sexyjima-senpai

aweee

bet that's not the only thing I'm good at yk ; )

From : sexyjima-senpai

To : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

What?

From : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

To : sexyjima-senpai

i-

anywaysss

your fingers look nice senpai

From : sexyjima-senpai

To : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

Thank you.

From : (っ◔◡◔)っ[f/n]

To : sexyjima-senpai

they'd look better in me though < 333

Ushijima decided to not reply.

°

The next day Ushijima found himself unconsciously looking for the [h/c] haired male, the first year usually appearing before the morning bell but his eyes saw nothing of the male and went to his class hesitantly.

Class went slower than usual, however, the ace blamed it on the lack of sleep he got at night. When lunch finally rolled around, Tendou burst into his classroom, claiming how they needed to sit on the rooftop today.

Immediately, his mind went to [y/n] and the events that happened that day and he could feel the blush rising to his cheeks but Ushijima was able to suppress it and nonchalantly reply.

"Alright."

The two had thought that the rooftop was going to be close to empty, but that was not the case as nearly every spot was taken.

After finding a decent spot, they sat down against the fence with a sigh and dug into their food. It wasn't long before they heard the familiar voice of a certain soccer kouhai.

"Eh?! That's unfair senpai!"

They looked to their left and found themselves looking at the backs of two infamous soccer players. The two were sitting awfully close to each other, the smaller male between the tan male's thighs as he leaned on him.

"You never said I couldn't use other methods," The deep voice of Ryouta Yamamoto was light and teasing, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at his underclassman.

"B-but...."

"But?"

[y/n] closed his mouth in defeat and puffed his cheeks out as he adorably looked away from his captain, "It still isn't fair."

"I'm sorry [f/n]. Let me make it up to you," Ryouta then wrapped his arms around the male between his legs, his chin on [y/n]'s shoulder as they rested comfortably in each other's touch.

"Gah, you're sweaty." [y/n] said after a couple minutes, pushing the taller male away and sitting to the right of him. Despite moving, the two were still barely a foot away, any closer and they'd be touching shoulders.

Out of nowhere, Ryouta's eyes moved to look at Ushijima and Tendou, the yellow orbs instantly turning cold before a smirk lit up his face.

Ryouta leaned towards [y/n] so that his lips were right next to [y/n]'s ears, and while still maintaining eye contact with the ace and blocker he whispered something incoherent to the male beside him.

However, it seemed to cause quite the reaction out of [y/n] as he snapped his head towards the third year with a flustered expression.

[y/n] hit the arm of Ryouta embarrassed yet his hands somehow stopped and tugged on the male's uniform, "N-not here Ryouta! We're in a public space!"

"Oh? So you'd be fine if we were alone?"

Ryouta's face was innocently blinking at the first year, however, his words seemed directed to Ushijima and Tendou.

"That's not what I mean!" [y/n] was now inches away from Ryouta's face, his face pouting once again as he sighed defeatedly and lowered his head.

[y/n]'s head moved to rest on his senpai's shoulders, the two now in an embrace once again as Ryouta looked at the duo with a mocking expression.

Slowly, he mouthed the words that caused Ushijima to clench his jaw.

'M-I-N-E.'