A Spark || Ushijima Wakatoshi · Y/n story by @queenA

The gymnasium still smelled of sweat and polished wood. The echo of the final whistle had barely faded, and the Shiratorizawa team was still catching their breath, adrenaline fading into the warm glow of victory.

???

The hell…?

Semi followed his gaze. Then everyone did.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

turning, confusion flickering across his face for half a second before recognition softens it

She hit him like a wave. Arms wrapping around his neck before he could brace, and he didn’t. He caught her. Hands finding her waist, and lifting her clean off the ground as if she weighed nothing.

Tendou Satori

jaw slack What the hell?

Goshiki Tsutomu

spluttering Is that—? Is she—? Since when—?

Reon Ohira

blinking slowly Wakatoshi has a girlfriend?

She was talking now. A mile a minute. Words tumbling out like they couldn't wait their turn. Something about the last point. Something about how she almost screamed. Something about how proud she was.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

setting her down gently, hands still resting on her shoulders You came.

Not a question. A statement. As if he'd known she would.

???

Of course I came! I always come. I told you I would. I had to sprint from the train station but I made it, didn't I? I saw the last set. It was insane. You were insane. Are insane. I'm dating a monster on the court and I'm not complaining.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

a ghost of a smile Mm.

Tendou made a sound like a dying animal.

Semi Eita

whispering I've never seen him smile. In two years. I've never seen him smile.

???

turning to the team, waving with all the enthusiasm of a golden retriever on espresso Hi!