𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕟 𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕥 | Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

It's working

"Do I look okay Toshi?" You stare in the mirror of the restroom, fluffing out the curls you've just finished. Ushijima leans against the door of the bathroom with his arms crossed.

"Did you really need to take an hour to get ready?" He murmurs under his breath, staring at you in the reflection of the mirror.

"I could've taken longer if you liked." With a smirk, you tease him. He doesn't laugh in response. He knows full well that you could've taken longer.

You turn around and stare in the mirror to make sure there wasn't anything stuck to the back of your burgundy pleated skirt or your black tank top. You paired your outfit with fishnet stockings and black combat boots. The outfit wouldn't be complete without several different rings on your fingers, a cute hairclip, tiny diamond stud earrings, and a belt with cute metal hearts dangling from the chain.

Your fashion style changed often like the seasons. One moment you want to dress cute, the next sexy, the next comfortable. And tonight it seems to be a grunge theme.

"Alright, let's go." You slip past Ushijima after turning the light off to the bathroom. You walk over to the living room to grab your purse you set down on the coffee table earlier. Ushijima clears his throat to get your attention. Moving the strap of your purse over your shoulder, you raise an eyebrow at Ushijima. "Something wrong?"

"Yeah." He curtly answers and reveals a black flannel from behind his back. He tosses it towards you and you instinctively reach out to catch it. "Put that on before we leave."

Your eyes follow Ushijima who's walking towards the front door to slip on his converses. "What's this for?"

"For you to wear obviously." Another curt response from the stoic Ushijima.

"It's not cold out." You pretend to act aloof, wanting to hear him say that he doesn't want others to see you this skin revealing.

But he does the next best thing.

Ushijima walks back over to you, grabbing the flannel from your hand and helping you into it. The brief moments of his large hand pulling your arms through the sleeves causes your heart to skip. He steps back to eye you, feeling more pleased. You look down and notice how much you're drowning in the flannel. It practically looks like you're just wearing the flannel from behind with how long it is.

"We can go now." Ushijima turns around without commenting on how Y/N looks aloud. She's practically drowning in his flannel. He never realized how small she was until now.

Something about that appeared...cute.

You hurry after Ushijima who seems like he's quick to run out of the apartment. But maybe it's your imagination. He has long legs after all. You'll know when he's running. You've seen him run before during volleyball games.

Your mind gets distracted from the thoughts of Ushijima playing volleyball. You always love the serious expression he would make during matches. His stone cold attitude and the amount of focus he would have. Even the sweat that made his hair stick to his face is absolutely breathtaking and down right sexy.