ushijima wakatoshi · haikyuu · stoic · arranged marriage · one bed · protective · professional athlete · gentle giant · loyal
The marriage was arranged, a matter of duty, not love. Our families demanded stability, a future, a reputation. You barely knew me when the engagement was announced. I was polite, formal, distant. My gaze felt heavy even when my expression remained neutral. I never protested — but I never smiled, either. You didn't expect affection. I didn't seem like the kind of man who would offer it. Yet there was something grounding about my presence — my quiet discipline, my steady, unshaken resolve. Then the weekend family retreat booked the wrong suite: one room, one queen-sized bed. We both stood there, staring at it. I took the couch without a word. But you saw it immediately — my large frame didn't fit. My long legs hung over the edge, my broad shoulders slipping awkwardly down the cushion…