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You were worried about Ushijima. He had been spacing out all day and he stumbled over his feet a few times too. 

This was normal for anyone else, but for the usually composed ace, it was unthinkable that he'd be in such bad shape. You could only guess that he hadn't slept a wink last night, and felt slightly guilty.

As usual, school dragged on and you certainly didn't want to be there. The only thing that kept you from ditching was the fact that there was volleyball practice after school and as manager, you couldn't neglect your responsibilities.

Oh who am I kidding? I'm just staying to make sure Wakatoshi is okay.

You sighed, fed up with everything at this point. You had enough things to stress about, a grown teenage boy shouldn't be one of them. And yet you couldn't get your mind off him.
One thing was for sure, you couldn't wait to get home today, after yesterday's broken sleep you knew you'd sleep like a log tonight.

You arrived a few minutes late to volleyball practice, and it was chaotic.
Not the good kind either.
Ushijima was seated on the bench and rubbing his head while Goshiki apologies numerous times to the ace.

You put two and two together and assumed the first year had spiked a ball to Ushijima's head, but the concerning part was that the ball had hit his forehead. With reflexes like Ushijima's he should've been able to dodge that.

"Goshiki, it's okay, you can go back to practice." You assured him.

"But (l/n) senpai! I hit his head with—"

"Wakatoshi is just tired today, he didn't react fast enough, Thad his fault not yours." You tried to comfort the poor boy. "No go before coach Washijo buries you alive."

The first year nodded and scurried away before the coach could catch him 'dilly-dallying'.

"You. Go get a check up." You instructed, turning to Ushijima.

"I'm okay. I can still play." He insisted and stood up quickly only to stumble. You held his arm and stabilised him before he fell over.

"I think not, Wakatoshi."

"I'm fine."

"Wakatoshi, please."

He couldn't look away from your eyes and he eventually sighed and agreed. The coach barked at him to go home too, so you didn't even have the need to ask.

Outside the school premises, you managed to hail a cab and persuade Ushijima to get inside. You were about to go when he grabbed your arm.

"Where are you headed?"

"I have work." You sighed.

"I'll come too."

"Wakatoshi. No." You said sternly.

"(F/n), please." The desperation was evident in his voice, and you couldn't bring yourself to walk away.

Slumping your shoulders in defeat, you climbed into the cab with him. "Tell the driver your address." You mumbled and texted your manager that you were feeling sick and wouldn't go to work.

Ushijima's house was at least a half hour away from yours by car, meaning even longer by train. And yet he came over every morning to walk you to school and walked you home too despite having to travel extra. You should've felt flattered and grateful, but instead you just felt angry. Irritated. Mad. He was going out of his way to keep you safe and you never asked for any of this.

You couldn't flip out while you were still in the cab though so you bit your tongue and sat angrily in your seat, refusing to meet his eyes.

Once you reached his house, you helped him climb out of the car. The ace could barley stand on his own at this stage. You weren't surprised. Him coming to get you every morning and getting home late every night after walking you home would definitely have messed up his sleep schedule, and Ushijima was someone who was usually incredibly consistent.

This was basically your fault. You caused him to worry to the point where his health was neglected. Come to think of it, he'd even been skipping breakfast recently.

You payed the cab driver and sent him off and entered his house. "Is no one home?" You asked him.

He shook his head. "My mom's working late."

"Okay then, go change into comfortable clothes and get some rest. I should get going." You replied.

You were on your way out the door when you heard a loud 'thump' and turned around immediately to see Ushijima passed out the the top of the stairs in the entrance to a room.

Worried, you hurried up the stairs and touched his forehead.

Oh god I think he has a fever.

You somehow managed to drag the boy to his bed and tuck him in, before you headed downstairs and made some soup with a recipe you found online. The hard part was finding utensils in his house and you felt nosy but you sort of had to help the unconscious boy at least when he was in this state.

He worried about you non stop, the least you could do is help him out this once. In the midst of you trying to figure out where the bowls were in his house, your phone buzzed with a text.

FarmBoi: did you leave?

Sleepyhead: no dummy
I'm still here
You okay?

FarmBoi: Can you come up?

Sleepyhead: What why?

FarmBoi: I need to make sure you're okay

Sleepyhead: I don't think you should be worrying about me rn wakatoshi you dumbass
Sleepyhead: But I'll be up there in a minute
Sleepyhead: Where the fuck do you keep your bowls

FarmBoi: Are you taking my food

Sleepyhead: Never thought of that until now
Maybe I should take your food
Hehehe :)

FarmBoi: Please just hurry

Sleepyhead: Hurry and?

FarmBoi: Come up here

Sleepyhead: Ok loser
Sleepyhead: I'm on my way

You finally found the cabinet which held the bowls and poured some freshly made soup into it, bringing it with you while you headed up the stairs.

"You better not be naked." You called before walking in through the door. And much to your horror. He was.

Well. Half naked. I'm not sure if this counts.

"Wakatoshi— wear a goddamned shirt!" You shrieked, turning your back to him.

"Oh. Sure thing."

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