![]() ![]() slowly, you turned your attention to ushijima, salty tears mixing with the hose water. You stood there shocked, shirt dripping wet, the night breeze sending a chill down your spin. Kyosuke, or whatever his name was, growled and wiped the water off his face before walking off in an angry strif. “she told you to let her go.” he deadpanned, a menicing look on his face, one that usually only his competition on the court would see. ![]() he sprayed the water in your direction, mostly trying to get your now ex-boyfriend to leave you alone. Ushijima scowled, in a irrational decision, he quickly switched the settings to a light sprinkle to a flash jet. “y/n i’m not letting you leave.” the other male growled, a predatory look in his eyes as he keep you caged within arms. “let go of me!” the fear in your voice caught the ace’s attention even more, now gripping the handle of the garden hose tightly. The two of you were so wrapped up in the argument that you didn’t even notice ushijima watching quietly as the two of you were standing in front of his house. “no.” he hissed back, trying to grab at your arm, “i’m not just gonna let you leave like this, you can’t just kiss me like that yesterday and then today tell me you don’t feel anything.” “kyosuke, i told you to leave me alone.” you snapped, turning back to face the blond boy who was taller than you but still dimmed in comparison to ushijima. Tonight, though, his tranquility was interrupted by arguing voices, which he instantly distinguished as your own and that of your most current boyfriend. it was a way for him to relax and clear his mind. Ushijima liked routine, that’s why every night he came home from practice and taken a shower he’d water the plants infront of house before heading to bed. His fists would clench yet the words he’d been longing to say never could make it out of mind and into verbal form. It would break ushijima’s heart to hear you cry about some stupid boy who’d broken up with you and he personally wanted to beat them up for not treating you the way you deserved. This would lead to handfuls of half-assed relationships, shitty exboyfriends and heartbroken nights- all in which ushijima was there to help you through. you honestly didn’t want to ruin the beautiful friendship that you’d formed. Over the years, though, you wanted to be loved and as much as your heart ached for your next door neighbour, he just wasn’t an option during highschool. sure, he was a strong leader on the court but he could never muster anything up to give you a proper confession. Ushijima couldn’t understand most of things he felt, but this -he knew what this was, even though he was never bold enough to act on it. although at the time they might’ve been silly yet indeering things spoken by scincere yet unknowing children, he couldn’t shake the feeling. That didn’t mean ushijima had stopped loving you. ![]() Those words tried to stand sterdy against the test of time, only to slowly fade away into empty promises as ushijima slowly fell deeper into the husstle and busstle of trying to be a professional athlete. ushijima, just as naively, would agree to the statements, claiming he’d be an exelent husband and never forget to buy you flowers for anniversaries (something his father always forgot with his mother before he left). ![]() You often found yourself, in a naive mindset, claiming one day that you’d be ushijima’s bride, that the two of you would have a big happy family and live happily forever. The two of you would constantly spend your days practing your volleyball skills and nights having long chat in the tree house ushijima’s father built for him as a departing gift. and the seasons in between would be spent having sleep overs, sharing about every new piece of information that made its way into your young lives. Growing up, summers were spent eating ice cream oncurb sides while winters were spent sledding and catching snowflakes on your tongues. With houses right next to each other and windows peering into one another’s room, it was a given that you and ushijima wakatoshi would become best friends. ![]()
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