𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃. ushijima [ ✓ ]

fine | 12

⌜                                                        ⌝

spiked - chapter twelve

⌞                                                        ⌟

[y/n]'s mind raced quickly, the ball by his feet being passed around quickly as he looked for an opening.

The male suddenly grinned, surprising the opposing team's member and successfully creating the breakthrough that the first year needed.

Known for his speed and range on the field, [y/n] burst through the guy's defense and quickly outran him, earning cheers from those watching on the sidelines.

In the corner of his eyes, he spotted the familiar glance of his captain, and with the quick motion of his foot, he passed the ball across the field.

'A pass this close to the goal?!'

The goalie braced himself to travel wherever he needed to go, however that didn't stop the chill that ran through him when he met the somewhat glowing eyes of Ryouta Yamamoto.

"?!"

The ball was suddenly no longer at the captain's foot, as was instead soaring through the air at an impressive angle.

"Argh!" 

The male had tried his hardest to touch the ball from hitting the net, but the ball had barely missed his fingers as he made contact with air. 

"Woo! We did it Ryouta-senpai!"

[y/n] launched himself into the arms of his senpai who twirled him around.

"We did, though that last goal was all thanks to you [y/n]."

Ryouta smiled gently as he patted his kouhai's head before getting tackled by the rest of his team.

"Group hug!"

The team surrounded each other with bright smiles on their faces, their laughter contagious as the losing team smiled too.

As they wrapped things up, a soft voice called out to [y/n], causing him to turn around with a surprised look.

"Haru-chan?"

[y/n] ran over to the pink-haired girl and ruffled her hair, "What are you doing here?"

"Ah I just wanted to cheer you on..."

The female's face turned as pink as her eyes as her friends giggled beside her, nudging her in the side causing her to flush even more.

"[l/n]-kun and Haruka would make such a great couple wouldn't they~" One of her friends teased, earning a slap to the arm.

Haruka nervously looked between [y/n] and her friends, trying to gauge his reaction. However, the soccer player only placed his hand on her shoulder.

"What are you guys saying? Haru-chan is like a little sister to me!"

"..."

Haruka's friends sighed as the looped their arm around hers, "Let's go Haruka, we can get some wcdonalds. Boys ain't shit anyway,"

[y/n] looked at their disappearing figures with his head tilted. A shadow loomed over him and he naturally looked up to see the familiar yellow eyes.

"Did I say something wrong senpai?"

Ryouta silently chuckled as he patted his kouhai's sweaty hair, "No. Come on, we're taking team pictures."

[y/n] was still confused but trailed after his captain anyways.

˚

Ushijima sat at his desk, his eyes ever so trailing across the screen then typing a few seconds later. It all seemed relatively normal, up until his phone unexpectedly flashed with a certain soccer player's name.

"Hello?"

It was late at night, so Ushijima's voice came out in a slight whisper.

"Hm? Ah did I call you too late?"

"No, it's fine."

[y/n] beamed on the other end, taking a pen and twirling it between his fingers. He then began to describe the situation that happened with Haruka, pouting as he did so.

"Ryouta said that I didn't say anything wrong but I don't believe it,"

Once again, Ushijima got that slightly bitter feeling whenever he heard the name.

"Ryouta? You're calling him informally?"

[y/n] let out an exclamation of surprise, "Ah yeah, he and I have always been close so it became a habit..."

The first year quickly changed the subject though as the volleyball ace mulled over the name with a sour tongue.

Ushijima faintly heard a voice call out his name, only snapping out of his thoughts when the person had shouted it for the hundredth time.

"Geez senpai, did you even hear what I said?" [y/n] whined, making the ace feel bad for spacing out.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat it?"

The wing spiker could feel the pout radiating through the phone and almost started chuckling.

"Like I was saying, the soccer team is going to be away for a week on this rigorous training camp to prepare us for nationals." [y/n] twirled around in his chair boredly, a frown on his face as he thought about not seeing his crush for that long.

The stoic male paused in his writing, "You won the finals today right? Congrats,"

Despite being such a simple word, [y/n] blushed as his heart pounded, "Thank you senpai! Though I am a bit worried..."

Ushijima found himself caring a little bit more than he should have, "Why?"

[y/n] bit his bottom lip on the other end, his hands shaking as he put on a smile that the male couldn't see.

"Haha it's nothing~ I have to go now, gotta wake up early for the bus." 

Ushijima didn't think anything was off and nodded, forgetting that the first year couldn't see him, "Alright. Don't overwork yourself too much."

"Okay!"

[y/n] waited for his senpai to end the call and when he finally saw that the call was no longer in progress his form slouched tiredly.

He brought his hand to his line of view and grew worried at the sight of it shaking uncontrollably. His heart tugged at itself as he shakily stood up and stumbled to the door.

'It's gonna be fine right? Tomorrow is going to be fine.'

His [h/c] hair swayed slightly due to the breeze that was coming in through the window as he walked through the empty cold house. 

His hands grasped the window as he pulled it down, slowly admiring the view he had.

'Yeah, it'll be fine.'