Memories (Yagami Yato inspired storyline)

Tea

Sweat dropped off of Uishjima's face, falling to the ground as he gripped his knees. The pent up emotion seemed to only be getting worse. He thought practice would help, figured focusing on the ball and his teammates movements would once again get him lost in the world he knew best. But it wasn't working, he had missed two easy points today, 7 total for the week. He could see the stress in his teammates face, the doubt in his abilities creeping across his coaches eyes.

He growled, shifting his focus back to the team. The ball was flying again, Tendo's voice calling out to him. He reacted....and....missed, jumping for a ball 3 feet away from him. He looked in shock as the ball fell. His teammates stopped around him

'Is he sick?' Tendo questioned. In the 5 years he had known Ushiwaka, not once had he ever seen him screw up in a practice. Ushiwaka was usually the one calling people out on their blunders in mid jump. To see him not even pay attention, baffled Tendo to say the least.

"Ushiwaka, what the fuck?" Tendo crossed the court, ducking his head under the net as the practice game stopped, and others grouped up for focus practice.

Ushijima looked at Tendo, blank as always, talking with just his eyes. It had taken Tendo a long time to figure out the Eagle. Studying his movements, learning when he had reached his point, when his built up emotions were threatening to come out. It all came from his eyes.

The look in them now though, was something Tendo hadn't ever seen. They were almost glazed...as if he was somewhere else. Could Ushiwaka really have found something that outweighed volleyball? Tendo couldn't believe it, "Oi! Where the fuck are you?"
Ushijima snapped his head up, staring at Tendo before turning without an answer and walking to the coaches on the side.

Ushijima bowed before opening his mouth, "I'm requesting early leave, I have a matter that needs my attention before this weekend's game." His voice was direct, no one could tell the stress he was experiencing. The unknown sitting in his mind, it was burning holes into his perfection. Volleyball had always been his strong suit, could Y/N really be the downfall of all that? His coaches looked at him, studying before Old Man Saito Ryusei nodded him away

"Come back with a clear head or not at all Rookie," Saito barked. "There are expectations you are meant to live up too, now do it"

Ushijima walked home, tucking his hands deep in his pockets examining the problems clouding his brain one by one. Inspecting them best to his ability. It was a constant picture of Y/N flooding his mind. Not in a sense of lusting after her, but her laugh. Her smile. She wasn't a distraction though, it wasn't as if she had become his single most thought. It was the fact that..he had no idea who she was. Sunday dinner had left more burning questions then answers, the tattered "Memory" box he had found in the last of her things, now hiding in his closet, just made him question her more.

Who. Was. She.

He had said he wanted mystery, someone with strength and confidence, but the four short days they had been able to spend together had done nothing to fill him in. Mystery was eluding, but uncertainty was an emotion he did not tolerate. And Y/N was an uncertainty.

He finally reached his house, dropping everything at the door. The sound of items crashing on to the ground scared the living shit out of Y/N. She jumped at the sink, peering her head through the cutout, "Ushi?" The word barely left her lips as he lifted her onto the counter.

Her body's response was almost natural, as if being ravaged everyday was now part of the routine, though with their schedules going back to normal it had been awhile since he had touched her in this way. In fact they had barely seen each other all day. All week actually, it was Thursday at this point, their schedules were seemingly opposite. She worked a few shifts here or there but taking a year off of school meant she had more free time then most, while Ushijima never seemed to stop. From morning classes to late night practices, he was almost never home. The short time he was though, he spent sleeping. Pulling her in at night and stealing her warmth was the only contact they had had in a few days.