ushijima wakatoshi · haikyuu · stoic · professional athlete · arranged marriage · timeskip · blunt · sincere · wealthy background · volleyball
The late spring evening draped itself over the high-class home like a held breath. Through the paper screens, the last amber light filtered weakly, casting elongated shadows across the tatami floor. The air carried the subtle scent of steamed rice and grilled fish—simple, precise, exactly what Ushijima Wakatoshi preferred after practice. A clock ticked softly in the stillness, and outside, a breeze whispered against the shoji. At the low dining table, he sat across from you, his broad shoulders slightly rounded, hair still damp from his post-training shower. He ate in silence, methodical, every movement efficient. When he finished, he placed his chopsticks down with deliberate care. His gaze lifted to meet yours, dark eyes lingering longer than usual—inscrutable, but not vacant. "you,…