𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃. ushijima [ ✓ ]

closure | 14

⌜                                                           ⌝

spiked - chapter fourteen

⌞                                                           ⌟

A week passed as Monday rolled around and a certain ace found himself staring longing at the entrance of his classroom, waiting for lunchtime to come quickly.

Ushijima looked at his phone, the app opened to the text messages between him and [y/n]. The two haven't texted ever since the younger male left on his training camp, and even after there was no word from him.

The wing spiker didn't think much of it, brushing it off as [y/n] being tired after all the training he went through.

As lunch rolled around, the door didn't open at the time it usually did. Normally, it would fling open 5 minutes after the bell rang and a happy first year would burst in calling out his name. Yet, this time it took over 20 minutes for it to even budge.

"Ushijima..."

The said male turned around in his seat, expecting a [h/c] haired first year. Instead, he was met with the black hair and yellow eyes of his fellow third-year.

"Has [y/n] dropped by?"

The soccer captain looked like he just ran a marathon. He had sweat dripping down his face and his uneven breaths were obvious.

Ushijima instantly grew worried but didn't show it, "No."

With a solemn thank you, the black-haired male was out of the door and running around again. The volleyball player grabbed his phone as his thumbs hovered over the keyboard.

From : sexyjima-senpai

To : (っ◔◡◔)っ [f/n]

Where are you?

Ushijima didn't get a reply.

At the same time, a [h/c] haired male sat alone at the top of his school. The wind blew softly through his hair as he stared at a tall figure running around below him with a troubled heart.

'I can't keep avoiding him...'

°

The air during soccer practice was heavy and gloomy as a tense aura surrounded their star players.

"[y/n]... please talk to Captain. Nationals are around the corner and we can't afford to have this right now."

Haku grabbed the shoulders of his friend, his eyes pleading as he looked over to their captain.

The first year gave a soft smile and a nod, "Alright. Don't worry about it."

[y/n] took a deep breath as he walked over to the tall male he had been avoiding ever since the training camp had ended.