Imperatrix Tuum - Ushijima X Reader

Chapter 3

It was dark the time they got to
(Y/n)s house. As the lights flickered on, It showed the house was full of boxes, and a woman standing in the middle; (Y/n) just sighed.
"Ma, what are you doing?"
"I packed everything you're gonna need! Your clothes, trophies, deflated volleyballs, pump, baby photos-"
"Oh my mother of lord."
"Mother of you actually." (Y/n) face palmed. Ushijima cleared his throat. "Oh my! I'm gravely sorry, i never even noticed you!" They watched as the woman trudged through the boxes with names on them, indicating what was in it.
"(L/n) Kiya. (Y/n)s adopted mother." (Y/n) noticed the giant tense, she put her hand on his back unknowingly.
"Where are my manners today? Would you like some tea darl?"
"No, Its alright." He says.
"Hey mum, we're going to start packing the car."
"I still dont understand why you have to move into the dorms. You could just stay here, with me."
"I guess this is all apart of growing up."
"Awwh, give your mama a hug."
"Oh God, stay awayyy." She tries to dodge her mothers hug; but mothers always win. She eventually warms up to the hug and wraps her own arms around her mother. A soft smile on her face, she could hear her sobbing softly into her hair.
(Y/n) looks over to Ushijima with a smile, one he returns.
'Sorry.'
'All good, your mother seems like a nice person.'
'She is, when shes not a crying mess.'
Throughout the day of bonding the two found out that they could read each other pretty well.
"Alright." Her mother says in a soft tone, dabbing her eyes, "lets get some of this stuff into the car."

In the end (Y/n) just took a few of the boxs-clothes, her volleyballs, and her trusty pump-and a  suitcase-with compartments in It to keep her stuff stored-filled with memories of her mother and her, some trophies and a few other nick nacks, and her school bag-which was empty.
"Take this card." Her mother hands her a white creditcard. "I'll top It up every week or so. The passcode is (some random four digit pass.) Make sure to call me everyday! Oh, and have you called Toru and  Hajime? They would seem pretty disappointed if you don't call them."
"Will do ma." She grabs the womans hand. "I promise." Kiya smiles faintly at her adopted daughter.
"Stay safe." She says, leaning over and kissing her daughters cheek.
"I love you mum."
"Love you too (Y/n)."

"I still don't understand how you can carry all that with just one hand!?" Ushijima shrugs.
"Comes natural?"
"You can say that again Mr serious." (Y/n) was dragging along her suitcase while 'Mr serious' held her boxs, a smile on her face.
"Are you sure you don't want me to hold that Smiley?"
"Smiley?"
"You always smile a lot, the name 'Smiley' seemed fitting."
"Sometimes you're dense, and the other times you're just a big cinnamon roll." (Y/n) wraps her free arm around his waist and gives him a one hand hug. She doesn't notice the faint pink dusted on his cheeks. "Your such an interesting character Mr serious."
"I assure you that i am human and not a.. cinnamon roll." (Y/n) chuckles at this.
Belive it or not this smile was never a thing at one stage.
"We're here Mr serious!" (Y/n) goes digging into the front pocket of her suitcase and pulls out a gold key. She puts It into the key hole and turns It, the door opens to reveal a room suited for a king, or-in this case-an empress.
"Holy shit." (Y/n) mutters under her breath.