made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

one

As you walked into school, you couldn't help but feel excitement run through your veins. You'd get to play volleyball today. Though you technically played almost every day, this feeling never subsided. The sport just brought out a side of you that otherwise wouldn't exist, and you were eternally grateful for that. You loved everything about it- the tension, the maneuvers, the facing something new with every team you went against. There was always a challenge, some way to get better.

You felt like you were made to play volleyball. As if the reason you were put on this Earth was to play it. Maybe it was cheesy and slightly psycho to feel that way about a sport , but you couldn't help it. It made you feel everything, and it was a break from all the things in your life you'd rather avoid. Nothing could compare to the exhilaration you got every time one of your sets earned a point, or when-

"Y/n!" The shouting of your name broke you out of your thoughts, and you turned towards the voice. Unsurprisingly, you spotted Tetsuro Kuroo grinning at you as he ran over, "There you are. I was looking for you. Where's Kenma?"

You rolled your eyes, gesturing over your shoulder, "Where do you think?"

Your twin sat at a bench a few feet away, eyes glued to his game. Kuroo scoffed, sharing in your frustrations over Kenma spending his life checked out of reality. As much as you loved your brother, you worried about him ten times more. If he always kept to himself, he'd be alone forever.

"Doesn't he get tired of it? I mean, how fun can it be playing games 24/7?"

You didn't want to justify Kenma's gaming addiction, but you couldn't help the words that came out of your mouth. It was too ironic to stay silent, "Well, what about volleyball? Don't you want to play it all the time?"

His face twisted into confusion as he processed your words. Then he shook his head, "Well, that's... different."

Not the best comeback, especially from a self-proclaimed genius. You shrugged, "Not to him."

Kuroo frowned, surely upset over being proven wrong. When you're so used to being right all the time, it's hard to accept anything else. Poor Kuroo.

You continued your trek into the school, the boy's volleyball captain following behind.

"Well, aside from Kenma's problem, how are things? How's the girl's team doing?" He asked you, leaning against the wall as you stopped to dig into your bag. You'd left in a hurry this morning, so you had to make sure you'd grabbed everything you needed.

"Things are fine." You replied, slightly distracted, "The girl's team is doing good. We're really improving lately. I'm hopeful for the preliminaries."

"You're good as hell at what you do, kiddo." Kuroo ruffled your hair, earning a half-hearted glare from you, "I wouldn't be surprised if your team went to Nationals too."

You pressed your lips into a thin line, smoothing your hair back down, "Too?"

He leaned forward, the corner of his mouth turning up in a cocky smile, "Well, the boy's team will be there, too. Of course."

"Of course." You laughed lightly, rolling your eyes.

Kuroo chuckled, pausing briefly before delving into a rant about something he'd learned in chemistry. You tried your best to pay attention, but you were definitely not someone who was into science. Besides, your mind was a flutter of activity right now. Nationals. Could you do it? Could your team make it there?

It wasn't exactly an easy thing to achieve, but you were hopeful. You felt like you could do anything, and that made all the difference. You could do it, you knew you could.