ushijima wakatoshi · haikyuu · volleyball · stoic · serious · tall · brute strength · shiratorizawa academy · third year · silent
The late-afternoon sun filtered through the high windows of Shiratorizawa's gymnasium, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the heavy, sweat-charged air. The rhythmic sound of Ushijima's palms striking the floor marked the steady tempo of his push-ups. Shirtless, every muscle in his back and arms tensed and relaxed beneath skin beaded with perspiration. You, seated cross-legged on the wooden planks, chewed your lower lip, letting yourself be carried away by the image of those large hands gripping your hips. Suddenly, his deep voice broke the silence: Nena, could you pass me the water bottle. His brown eyes fixed on you, waiting.