made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

six

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"You're distracted today." Kenma commented, pushing your wheelchair along one of the paths outside the hospital. The cold morning air blew through you, and you shivered as you pulled your blanket tighter to your body, "What are you thinking about?"

    You pursed your lips, pretending to think about your brother's question. You knew what you'd been thinking about, but you didn't want to admit what it was to your twin. Honestly, the same thing had been on your mind since late last night and all this morning. You'd gotten news from the doctor yesterday that you'd be able to get your arm cast off soon, and out of excitement you'd texted Tendou about it. Not three minutes later, you got a congratulations text with a lot of exclamation marks, and a picture.

    In the picture was Tendou, sitting on the bottom bunk of his dorm room next to a very sleepy Ushijima. It looked like he'd just been woken up, based on the way his hair was messed up and the bedsheets were covering his legs. His eyes were squinted like he was still trying to get used to being conscious, and he was looking at the camera with a slightly confused expression on his face. Ushijima just had a plain t-shirt on, showing off his arms, which was one of your favorite things in the world at this point. Both him and Tendou held a thumbs up in the picture, Tendou showing his off with a big grin.

    You didn't hesitate to save that picture to your gallery.

    So, yeah, you'd spent all morning thinking about sleepy Ushijima. To be fair, it was an amazing sight that could be compared to those Greek statues. Could anyone really blame you? Yes, you and Ushijima were friends, and you cherished that friendship. But you also knew that he was insanely attractive, enough to make your head spin sometimes.

    But you couldn't tell Kenma that. You would rather die than tell your slightly-older brother about the kinda-crush you had on your friend. He would have infinite power over you if he knew that, and you weren't willing to give that to him. So you'd have to lie. Even though he would know you were lying, you couldn't help but hope he let it slide.

    "Oh, I was just... thinking about how I'm getting my cast off. It'll be nice to have full movement of both my arms again." You explained, keeping your face forward and not towards your brother, whose eyes you could feel were trained on the back of your head.

    "Liar." Was all he said, and then he continued pushing your wheelchair on in silence.

    "No, I'm not!" You shot back, but it was futile. You couldn't lie to Kenma, no matter how much you wanted to sometimes.

    He gave you a look, and all you could do was huff and cross your arms in annoyance. It made him laugh a little, and he playfully nudged your shoulder. You ignored him, staring at the sidewalk. You had a love-hate relationship with this wheelchair, which made things difficult at times. Because on the one hand, it meant that you could sort of be up and moving and not stuck in your bed. But on the other hand, it meant you needed someone there to push you, and it wasn't easy on your injured hip. Every slight bump sent a jolt of pain through you, and you ended up squeezing the armrests so tight that you had bruises.

    Still, it was nice to be able to breathe fresh air and see something other than the four white walls of your hospital room. You were kind of going crazy, and you just needed your leg to heal so you could get out of there. Then things could get back to normal. Well, as normal as your life could be without volleyball. You weren't exactly sure what that looked like, yet.

    Your phone buzzed in your lap, breaking you out of your thoughts. You picked it up, giving a quick glance at the ID before answering the call.