❝cherish || haikyuu oneshots❞

🍡 ushiwaka || smol

You saw him. How could you not? You were the shortest person in high school and he was a monstrous size compared to you. His intense gaze, his sure steps, made your heart flutter with fear and love.

You tried to keep out of his way, but sometimes you felt like he would crush you.

At lunch, you would sometimes find him simply gazing at you. Your skin felt hot and you felt like a predator was eyeing you like it's prey. You blushed in response to you overactive imagination.

You were picked on a lot. You never had a boyfriend, and when you confessed to you crush, they rejected you with bitter distaste. You decided to keep your feelings to yourself.

You are only about (I know this is short I'm sorry okay lol) 4'4 tall. Short af, right?

God, who's knows how tall Ushiwaka is. He's probably touched clouds before! All you know, is that you went to the same elementary and middle school together. You used to be neighbors when you were both very young. Maybe six years old or so.

You two would play in your vast yard, collecting bugs with nets and climbing trees. Other days it was skipping rocks or trying to find sharks in the stream. Your mother would make lemonade and little bento boxes and sliced strawberries for both of you. 

Your mother couldn't bear any more children sadly, so she loves having Ushiwaka around. And Ushiwaka loves visiting.

One day, you remember Ushiwaka coming over. You both darted to the woods, you hand clutching his. You both went to your club house and ate imaginary fish and drank fake tea. Suddenly, a few tears fell down his soft cheeks. Then more and more.

"What's wrong, Waka-chan?"

He sniffled as more tears came down. "M-my family wants to hurt my hands." He said shakily.

You glanced at his tea cup. He was holding it in his left hand without trouble. You tried to do it but your wrist became shaky and your grip unsteady.

"Why?" you asked.

"Because I use my l-left hand instead. It's no fair. Just b-because I'm not like them, they try to fix me." His hands gripped his shorts. "Am I broken, Y/N-chan?"

"Oh no, Waka-Chan! You're awesome! And I like your hands. When they're different, they're much awesomer."

He nodded with a runny nose and wet eyes. You both hugged each other.

"Now," he said, finally wiping his nose, "I bet I can catch a whale this time!" He shot up and ran towards the stream, holding a fake fishing rod.

"Nuh uh!" You slammed your fist on the table as you clutched your mock fishing pole and farted after him.

Those were years ago. He moved when he was 12 and you only saw him at school. You tried to befriend him again, be he was distant: colder than before. Then it hit you, he wasn't the Ushiwaka you had once known. He wasn't 'Waka-chan' anymore. He has changed.

One day, you were walking through the halls. You glanced at flyers on the walls. Some were advertisements for school plays and others were lunch menus and such. Some were reiterating the well known school rules while others were faded from sunlight, forgotten as the tale peeled off sheepishly, afraid to let the paper fall.

Some tall girl and her posse walked past you. She then stopped and turned around to face you, stopping you in your tracks. "Hey there shorty." she chuckled.

"Hello, Sukami. Please, I have a class to attend to-"

"Shut up you little bitch."