made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

two

With every passing day, you drew closer to the Interhigh preliminaries. And with every passing day, your nerves grew. Despite the confidence you had in yourself and your team, you knew that nothing was certain. There were a lot of teams out there that were extremely talented, just like yours was. Teams who were just as determined as you and your peers. As the main setter for your team, you felt like this whole thing was on your shoulders.

What if you made a mistake and it cost your team the chance at Nationals? How would you ever recover from that? Just the thought of it was enough to make you shudder.

You did your best to hide the insecurities you were dealing with. You hated the thought of looking weak, or burdening someone with your silly overthinking. As long as you kept it to yourself, it wouldn't be real. You wouldn't have to face it.

Of course, that did not work at all. Kenma was quick to pick up on it, which you weren't surprised about. Your twin brother knew you better than anyone else on this planet.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asked one morning at breakfast, looking up at you through a curtain of hair. You met his eyes, nervously swallowing the bite of food you'd been eating.

"What do you mean?" You asked, unconvincingly. Idiot.

"I can literally feel it, Y/n. I have for days. You're scared. Why?"

Lying would be counterproductive, you knew that. Kenma would see right through it and he'd be hurt that you lied to him. That wasn't something you did to each other. There was no reason to. You both knew whether the other was telling the truth or not.

You sighed, setting your breakfast down and pushing the food away. You ran a hand through your hair and met your brother's gaze, "I just... my team has never been able to make it to Nationals. There has always been someone who was better than us and we couldn't overcome it. What if that happens again? What if my team has to endure another loss because of me?"

Kenma just stared at you for a solid five seconds, unblinking. Then he sighed and shook his head, "That's stupid. You're talented, y/n. Really talented. The only way you could mess up that bad is if you convinced yourself it would happen. Besides, any loss wouldn't be your fault. It's a team sport, idiot."

He was right. Of course he was- insulting nicknames aside. Sure, it wasn't guaranteed that you would win. But it also wasn't guaranteed you would lose. You just had to try, and give it all you got. Feeding these fears would only hold you back, and then you'd really be in trouble.

Were you completely confident now? No, but you knew you had to change your way of thinking. You loved volleyball, you were good at it. As long as you did your best, there was nothing to be scared of. When it came down to it, it was just the same as any other game. Which you'd won dozens of.

"Thanks, Kenma. You're really good at this advice thing." You commented, kissing him on the head before getting up and taking your dishes to clean them off. He grimaced at the affection and pulled away.

"I just wanted you to stop moping. It was getting annoying." He muttered, attention already turned away from you and back on his game. You rolled your eyes but didn't say anything else. He could spout all the bullshit he wanted, but you knew the truth. He cared, and he wanted to make sure you were okay.

While you made your way back to your room, your phone went off with a familiar text chime. You paused to check the notification.

tendou:

are you free later?

Despite it being such a simple message, it made your stomach do a flip. You hadn't been able to see your best friend much due to your busy schedules. But it seemed like the stars had aligned for you today. You had to stop yourself from jumping up and down as you typed out your response.