Tutor (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader)

Chapter 50

You sat on Wakatoshi's couch with a notepad in your lap, your smartphone in one hand and a pen in the other, scribbling away. When you were done you put the pad down on the desk and went to the kitchen to get a drink. You easily found a glass, but there was nothing but food in the fridge, so you settled for water instead.

You could still hear Wakatoshi talking in his bedroom so you decided to take a look at the other room again. A treadmill stood in the middle, some weights were put away neatly against the far wall along with some other equipment. There were also a few volleyballs and you wondered what he did with those, there was definitely not enough room in here for volleyball practice.

You noticed that there was a nook in the far left corner and went to check it out but found that it was empty. After satisfying your curiosity you returned to the living area and after hearing that Wakatoshi was still on the phone you quietly opened the door to his room.

He noticed you almost instantly and motioned for you to come sit on the bed next to him. You tiptoed over and lowered yourself down onto the double bed. You had to hold in a laugh as you spotted a Molten volleyball next to his pillow, the green red and white ball was the only thing on the bed except for the sheets and three pillows.

As you looked around the room you noticed that he had a lot of books. Most of them were in Japanese, but there were some in English as well. You figured most of them were about volleyball or sports in general and that they would hardly be compelling reads for you.

Then your eye fell on a corkboard, something you had not expected to see in Wakatoshi's home. There were mostly pictures and some other memorabilia tacked to it. Intrigued, you got up from the bed and walked over to take a closer look.

One of the first things you noticed were the cards you had sent him for Christmas and Valentine's last year. There were also a few volleyball team pictures. On one of them, you were pretty sure you recognized Tendou, even though his hair was a lot different from how you knew him.

There was also a picture of a man that seemed oddly familiar, but you couldn't place. 

"That's my father." Came Wakatoshi's voice next to you all of a sudden.

That explained why the man seemed familiar. "He looks a bit like you." You remarked. "Or rather you look like him."

"This is Tendou, right?" You asked as you pointed to the red-haired boy in one of the team photos and Wakatoshi nodded.

"He looks a lot different with his hair like that." You mused as you watched over the pictures again. You were about to turn away when you spotted a particular picture in the corner of the board.

It was you and Tendou seated next to each other at the finals of the Under 21 cup. It wasn't a clear picture and you realized it was probably a screenshot from the recording you had watched in your hotel room together.

As you stared at the picture you heard Wakatoshi clear his throat. "I uh... I didn't have any other picture of you." He explained, sounding a bit embarrassed, and you remembered the talk you had with your roommate where you had gone to the FIVB website to find a picture of Wakatoshi.

"I don't really have any pictures of you either, I guess we'll have to remedy that, won't we?" You chuckled as you took your smartphone and pulled him closer to you. "I'm sorry you have to bend down so much!" You laughed as you took a selfie with him.

"There's an easy remedy for that." He said and you let out a yelp as he sat down on the bed and pulled you in his lap. "There." He said, a hint of smugness in his voice, as he took your phone and made another picture.

"You can be so cheeky sometimes." You said and were not able to contain a giggle.

"Did you finish the list?" He asked you suddenly, after noticing the time on your phone.