Your friend is assistant coach at the karasuno high school, home of the flying crows. He's got to tend to his mother and doesn't want to leave the coach alone. I mean of course he needs an assistant coach. Well lucky for you you've got the skills. Playing volleyball in school wasn't for nothing. You need to find something to pass the time anyway so why not do it? Well turns out this coach is actually your crush from high school and he's just as annoying as he was before

You went to high school with Keishin Ukai. You and him were really close but what happens when you have to move to LA. Seven years past and you decide to move back you wanted to see your nephew Hinata, only to run into the one and only Keishin Ukai. So this is my first story ...sooo if it suck sorry :( but I'll appreciate it if you support me thank you and if you have any ideas just comment on the story thank you :) ⚠️ slow updates ⚠️

It was the absolute rule of the court that he plays on The canon, Ushijima Wakatoshi only needed to be given a high toss in order to score a point. And the rule had been absolute ever since he was in junior high. Whoever they were, whatever their position was, wherever they came from, he had beaten them more than they could retaliate, and this was an apparent fact. The absolute rule has always been followed. It should have been followed... If you weren't on the opposing side. After all, this absolute rule of an absolute point... does not apply to you. And Ushijima Wakatoshi knows this fact- he had known ever since he had first met you, had trained with you and he still knows it now. The ball rotated in a nasty rotation as it was almost disfigured when it left the slam of the athlete's hand. You whistled as you saw it at first. And here he says he was just playing casually. You swoop in on the angle it was directed to, adjusting the balls of your feet as to stabilize your body for the impact, and received it head on. And they could all see it. How the nasty spin of the ball who would leave most players helpless was instantly being killed as soon as it landed in your forearm. The athlete could only grin at the familiar view once again. But this had always been the case and Ushijima Wakatoshi knows. The callouses on your arms and hands were a testament of the feats you've accomplished as an athlete, of feats he didn't knew were possible. If he was an eagle preparing to take flight in the professional stage, your place in that sky has already been engraved. And he often finds himself wondering- How can someone so small be bigger than he is? - A/N: Warning for Size difference and eventual smut. Warning that the reader is an OP (overpowered) character. It says Ushijima x reader but its actually an OC, just written in a second pov.