made to love you || ushijima wakatoshi x reader

ten

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You woke with a jolt, a gasp bursting out of you. Every part of your body shook and your heart beat out of your chest, your panicked brain running a mile a minute. You scanned the room, your eyes zig-zagging from thing to thing in an attempt to find something to calm yourself down. This was the third time this week you'd woken up from a nightmare, and it was starting to get very annoying. Your body was desperately trying to heal, but it couldn't do that if you didn't start getting some good sleep.

    "That same nightmare again, huh?"

    Your eyes landed on Kuroo, sat in a chair in the corner with a blanket wrapped around him. His eyes were sleepy, and you were pretty sure your disturbed wakeup had also broken him out of his slumber. You swallowed guiltily, gripping the blanket you'd slept in for the past three months.

    "Yeah. Sorry for waking you."

    "Nah, it's okay." He sighed, sitting up and letting the blanket fall to his waist. He stretched his arms above his head, yawning, "Better me than Mr. Hyper and Mr. In-Love-With-Mr-Hyper over there." He gestured over to the couch, where your brother and Hinata slept.

    They were small enough that both of them fit, but big enough that a little snuggling was needed in order to make it work. Not that either of them minded much. Kenma laid against the backrest, arms wrapped around Hinata who laid against your twin's chest with his face nuzzled into his neck. Hinata had been visiting lately, his fondness for Kenma and friendship with you driving him to spend any extra time he could in this boring hospital room. His company was always welcome, though, since he seemed to light up the room with everything he did.

    You were very aware of how much Kenma cared for the ginger first-year, which was all the more reason for you to love the boy yourself. He was a great person, and he inspired your brother, and that was more than enough for you. It was obvious to anyone that saw them that Kenma's feelings for Hinata ran a little deeper than platonic, though it seemed he had no intentions of confessing or acting on them. Hinata was oblivious to it, of course, and he was so enthusiastic about everything that it was hard to tell how he felt. But one time he'd made Kenma laugh, which was a rare occurrence, and the blush on Hinata's cheeks was quite an indicator.

    You'd let the boys figure that out on their own, though.

    You smiled at the sight of them, fast asleep and holding each other, before turning your eyes back to Kuroo. "I guess that's true."

    Kuroo smiled, getting up and walking over to your bed. You scooted over, making a spot for him which he quickly took. He sighed, lightly patting your hand.

    "Why don't you tell me about your dream?"

    You pursed your lips, looking out the window at the dark night sky, "I don't really... remember it. I just remember the feeling it gives me. I feel scared. Like, suffocating fear. I know something's gonna happen, something bad, and I'm running out of time to stop it. I try so hard, but every time I can't stop it. And I just feel... defeated. And sad.

    "So first, it's fear. And then it's disappointment and misery. Every time." You finished off, fiddling with your hands.

    Kuroo was silent for awhile, your words settling over the quiet room like a dark fog. Part of you wished you hadn't told him, his silence making you fear that you'd said something wrong or said too much. Maybe he was weirded out or uncomfortable, or didn't want to have to console his best friend's broken twin sister. You wouldn't blame him. You were a handful these days.

    But then he spoke, "Have you talked to anyone about this?"

    You shook your head, "Not really. I don't want to bother anyone. Plus, I don't feel comfortable confiding in some people with this stuff."