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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Ushijima_Wakatoshi
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Ushijima_Wakatoshi
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, College, Size
      Kink, Size_Difference, Established_Relationship
  Series:
      Part 2 of Meant_to_Be_(Soulmate_AU)
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-09 Words: 4829
****** It Was Always You ******
by bealovelylady
Summary
     Ushijima’s headed to college but him and Hinata have some things to
     figure out.
     Sequel to So It Was You, but can be read separately.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The first time Ushijima kissed Hinata, it was like fireworks set off in his
brain, lips tingling, heart racing. Hinata was soft and small, his lips round
and plush, and he tasted like the strawberry cake he’d just been eating.
They were sitting in Ushijima’s bedroom, and this was all so new to Ushijima.
It had been not-quite two months of this barely boyfriends thing. Ushijima was
still so unsure what to make of Hinata, what to make of their relationship that
was still developing but seemed like it had flown into him at lightning speed
like a high speed train.
“So, college, huh?” Hinata said softly, picking at his bits of cake left,
picking at his lips. He’d scooched closer to Ushijima for the kiss, hadn’t
moved away yet either. Their arms were pressed lightly together and Ushijima
felt hot all over, heat radiating from the places they touched. He stared down
at the mop of orange hair, wanted so badly to touch it. How had they kissed
before he’d touched Hinata’s hair?
The answer was simple, of course: because Hinata was the only one making any
moves so far.
“Yeah. It’s only about two hours away by train, but it’s a good school for
volleyball.” He trailed off, heart breaking as he watched Hinata’s eyes go sad.
“You’ll still come home?”
Hinata’s voice was so small, so shy, the quietest he’d ever heard the other
boy.
“I’ll have breaks,” was all he said. If he was braver, if he knew better that
Hinata wanted the same things as him, he would tell him that he would come home
every weekend, call him every day, they could Skype. But it was all still so
new to Ushijima and so far only Hinata had made all the bold moves.
“Breaks?” was all Hinata asked, his own voice cracking over the word.
“We can... call each other.”
Hinata was silent for a long time, and honestly it scared Ushijima. His ears
rang.
Hinata stared down at the floor, then he turned his head up and seemed to be
inspecting Ushijima, trying to read his mind.
Ushijima almost fell back when Hinata jumped to his knees and grabbed at
Ushijima’s face. He was glad the bed behind him held him up.
“Do you think... that’s enough?” Hinata asked, the words rushing out of him
like a tidal wave. “Do you think I won’t be sad? You’re just leaving and we’ve
only just started and I don’t know how you expect me to feel about it, but I’m
really sad that you only wanna try to come home on breaks! What about weekends,
what about me coming to see you?!”
He was practically yelling by the end of it, face red, veins popping, out of
breath. Ushijima could only stare wide eyed.
“It’s not enough?” he asked, and then when he saw how Hinata’s face fell and
the way he almost slumped away from him, lifeless, something kicked into
overdrive, and he finally realized how hard it would be to be away from Hinata.
Hinata who had invaded his life, turned all his ideals upside down, had moved
into his heart and refused to leave. Hinata whom he would miss so... so much.
“It’s not enough!” he declared, and he wrapped his arms around the small boy,
pulled him to his chest, held him there. He buried his face in that soft pillow
of hair, inhaled Hinata’s scent that had clung to everything since the first
time Hinata had been in his room. “It’s never gonna be enough.”
Hinata clung to Ushijima desperately and he thought of all the words he should
say, about how he wanted Hinata with him every moment of every day, how he
missed him even when Hinata just looked away for a moment, how he could no
longer live without his smile, his laugh, his presence. How he wanted to kidnap
Hinata, take him with him. Touch him all over, kiss him again, and again. But
all he could muster was,
“I’ll miss you.”
His voice was quiet, muffled by Hinata’s hair, but he could tell the small boy
had heard him well, by the way his hands clenched tighter and he buried his
face in Ushijima’s neck.
“Ushijima,” he breathed out, his words hot against the other’s neck, and
Ushijima forgot how to breathe for a moment. Hinata did that to him a lot.
“I’ll visit you as much as I can, and you can come see me whenever. I’ll
call... every night.” Ushijima tried to remember what he was thinking as the
words came out. He’d never been one to talk a lot, didn’t really see the need,
but with Hinata, everything was different. Hinata couldn’t read his mind, he
needed to tell him.
When Hinata finally pushed back a little, away from Ushijima so he could look
him in the eye, his were wet, but he was smiling again.
“I’ll miss you a lot. And I’ll work hard. I’ve got three years left, but I
swear I’ll join you when I graduate.”
With his hands pressed against Ushijima’s chest, he leaned forward again on his
lap and pressed their lips together.
Ushijima had the mental fortitude to remain aware enough to kiss him back this
time. He wrapped his long arms around Hinata’s small frame, pulled him close so
their chests pressed together, and he made mental notes so he could remember
everything: the feel of Hinata against his lips, how he tasted, how he kissed,
how he fit in his arms, how he felt pressed against him. He memorized it all.
Halfway into the kiss that turned into making out, he got a little hard and he
knew Hinata felt it on his thigh and he could feel Hinata pressing against his
stomach. They ignored their erections, pressed only deeper into the kiss, until
Hinata was so distracted by how hard they both were that he pulled back. He was
blushing bright red, up to his ears, all over his face. Ushijima found it
terrifyingly endearing.
Hinata wiped at his cheeks, trying to act like he wasn’t trying to hide his mad
blush. It shot an arrow right through Ushijima’s heart. He wanted to touch
Hinata, see him make more faces, but he also knew it was far too soon, could
tell by the deer-in-headlights look Hinata was sporting, so he just reached a
hand up and curled his fingers in Hinata’s hair, played with the soft strands
as he watched Hinata. The other’s orange locks were as soft as Ushijima had
imagined. They felt nice against his palm, pushed in between his fingers,
rolled around the pads of his thumb and index finger.
“Ushijima,” Hinata breathed again, having regained some more of his composure
back now that their groins weren’t pressed together. “I really... I really like
you.”
Now it was Ushijima’s turn to grow red, a dusting of blush on his cheeks. It
had always been implied, but this was the first time either of them had voiced
their feelings aloud. Ushijima was trying to resuscitate his heart, find his
response, but Hinata wasn’t done.
“I’m so glad that you’re my boyfriend.”
Hinata was grinning at him, eyes scrunched closed, like the adorable boy he
was, but everything in Ushijima’s vision had gone white, the sound in his ears
just muffled noises.
Boyfriend.
The word rattled around in his brain.
He was Hinata’s boyfriend and Hinata was his... boyfriend.
“My boyfriend?” he uttered, not aware that he’d spoken aloud until Hinata
opened his eyes again and smiled down at the other.
“Yeah,” he whispered.
Ushijima just stared at Hinata, eyes wide, enraptured by the small boy in his
lap. And then finally, he spoke again, clearing his throat.
“I like you, too. Hinata. My boyfriend.”
Hinata’s face lit up like the sun and he grabbed Ushijima’s cheeks, leaned
forward and pressed fervent kisses to his lips.
x
College was hard. Being away from home was hard. Volleyball at college level
was hard. It was all so much harder than Ushijima could have ever imagined it
to be.
But hardest of all was not seeing Hinata whenever he could, having to make do
with phone calls as he walked home from late night classes or practice, Skype
calls in his dorm room when his roommate was out.
Hinata would come up and see him, try to at least, every other weekend, and
Ushijima would try to come back home the other weekends.
It was hard, but they were making it work, making do. They were making plans
for spring break and Obon.
And then Ushijima was introduced to finals. College finals. Can’t leave your
room, can’t sleep cause you have to study kind of finals. The call he made to
Hinata to tell him he couldn’t come home for spring break after all was the
hardest thing he’d ever had to do in college.
“I understand,” Hinata had whispered finally, dejected, his voice breaking
Ushijima’s heart. But there was nothing he could do. He’d thought for a long
time, trying to find a solution, but none had come.
The first few days of studying had gone all right. The phone calls he and
Hinata had nightly were short, because he had to study, had to sleep. He
thought he was managing fine, but one day, near the end of his finals period,
Hinata called him and something clenched hard, deep inside Ushijima and when he
touched his face, he realized he was crying as Hinata told him about the
festival he’d gone to.
“Ushijima?” Hinata asked when both had fallen silent.
Ushijima had to bite back a sob. College was hard, way too hard without Hinata.
Hurry up and graduate, he wanted to say. Hurry up and come live with me here.
But he couldn’t say any of those things.
Hinata was starting to get worried when Ushijima wouldn’t respond, calling his
name and asking over and over what was wrong. When Ushijima couldn’t bear it
anymore, was sure he would burst and reveal all of his dirty thoughts, about
Hinata here, Hinata straddling him, Hinata in his arms, him inside Hinata...
“I’ve got to go,” was all he could say. He hung up before the dam burst and
clutched his phone to his chest as he sobbed. His phone dinged and buzzed in
his hand with Hinata’s ring tone, but he just pulled his chair back to his desk
and cried into his text books as he tried to study. If he could just get past
his finals...
The night before his last final, he’d fallen asleep atop his desk, his books;
he had to most vivid dream about Hinata, about kissing Hinata, making love to
Hinata. His roommate had to rouse him from his slumber, and he had to hide his
boner with a textbook. He grabbed his phone just to look at the selfies and
messages Hinata had sent him but then his fingers were typing out words and he
pressed send before he could stop himself.
/I miss you so much. I want to kiss you./
When he realized what he’d done, he was so scared off what Hinata would say,
because if Hinata said he felt the same, Ushijima knew he would say, “Screw
you, calculus final,” and be at Hinata’s door step in a heart beat, so he shut
his phone off.
He didn’t turn it on again until he finished his final. His voicemail was
flooded, so many missed calls, so many text messages. All from Hinata. He
trudged up his stairs as he read them all, listened to Hinata’s voice going
from lovey dovey to hyperventilating, imagining the worst when Ushijima didn’t
respond. He was so engrossed that when he heard his name yelled, he thought it
was from the voicemail.
“Ushijima, BAKA!”
But the sound was too loud, and then there were thundering foot steps coming
closer, closer, and Ushijima looked up just in time to see a blur of orange as
a small form collided with his chest. If he was a smaller man himself, the
force would have sent him reeling back, but even as surprised as he was, he
stood firm.
Something small and fiery was yelling at him, pounding on his chest, and he
looked down in confusion.
“Hinata?” he finally managed to ask.
“Of course it’s me, dumb ass! How could you just text me that and then turn
your phone off, I thought you were dead! I had to scrape together all my change
to buy a train ticket and I’ve been sitting here for hours!”
Hinata was fuming, screeching, but Ushijima just stared down at him,
dumbstruck. He grabbed one of Hinata’s fists with his free hand and choked out,
“What are you doing here?”
The question gave Hinata pause for a split second as he stared wide-eyed, in
disbelief up at his tall boyfriend.
“I’m here cause I missed you too, spring break was miserable! And don’t you
think I wanna kiss you too-?”
Hinata’s last words were swallowed up by Ushijima’s lips as he pulled the
smaller boy up to meet him by the back of his head, other arm dropping his book
bag to come around Hinata’s waist.
The kiss was short, too short, but it made Ushijima remember all the things he
loved about Hinata, all the things he missed.
“Baka,” Hinata whispered again as they pulled apart and Ushijima just smiled
down at him fondly.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to the shell of Hinata’s ear. “Come
inside,” he breathed out.
Because the things he wanted to do to Hinata were not appropriate for outdoors.
As soon as the door was closed, Ushijima had the other boy in his arms again,
pressed against the wall, and their lips feverishly moving together. Hinata
wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, tiny hands and fingers pressing
against his scalp, threading in his hair, pulling him closer. There was no room
to even breathe.
Ushijima was already so hard. And he let Hinata know it too, by grinding his
hips against the other, and he felt Hinata’s breath stutter, his lips falter a
little, before returning with a heated ferocity.
“Can I?” Ushijima pulled back a little to ask, grinding his hips again. Hinata
was panting, fingers clutching in Ushijima’s short hair, his eyes fluttering,
half shut.
“Yes, please, Ushijima. I’ve been waiting so long.”
That was all Ushijima needed. He grabbed at Hinata’s ass, pulled him up as
Hinata wrapped his legs around his waist, hooked his feet. Ushijima reached
back and yanked off Hinata’s shoes, his lips attacking Hinata’s, tongue licking
out to taste, as he shifted out of his own sneakers. The journey to Ushijima’s
bed was short but arduous. When he was finally seated, his small boyfriend on
his lap, he teased his fingers under the hem of Hinata’s shirt, desperate to
just tear it off. But he wanted to maintain what little control he had left,
wanted to do this right, be gentle. Hinata, however, was having none of that.
“Please,” he was begging against Ushijima’s lips, between kisses. “Take it
off!” He accentuated his desperate words with a bite to Ushijima’s bottom lip.
And Ushijima did. He pulled back and worked to take Hinata’s shirt off, over
his head, his hair bouncing back in place when it went over, and then Hinata’s
small hands were at his own shirt, tugging, lifting, and he helped Hinata take
that off too.
Under his shirt, Hinata was slim but toned, his muscles under his skin the
quietest thing about him. They rolled and twitched beautifully as Ushijima
pressed his fingers against his breast bone. Hinata was so different from
Ushijima, who was large and bulky muscles and lightly tanned skin to Hinata’s
pale milkiness. But nothing felt better than pressing their skin together,
their fingers exploring.
Ushijima trailed his lips down Hinata’s cheek, his jaw bone, his neck, which he
presented unceremoniously for the other. Collarbones that showed too clearly,
slim shoulders and pale pectorals were nipped at. Ushijima grabbed at Hinata,
under his arm pits, lifted him up like a small child until his feet were
planted on the ground. He pulled Hinata’s hips back to him, between his legs,
as he kissed and licked at the small pink buds on his chest, teased them until
Hinata was squirming in his arms, his nipples hard. Then he trailed his lips
down again, over ribs, flat stomach, tiny outie belly button, his fingers
already working at Hinata’s jeans. Hinata helped him by wiggling his hips,
until his pants were down to his ankles and he yanked them off his feet one by
one, lips finding Ushijima’s again.
Ushijima was not prepared for what Hinata in boxer briefs in front of him would
do to his heart. He stared for a long time, fingers reaching out carefully to
trace over the waistband, the cut off of fabric around toned thighs. He
remembered those thighs from the day Hinata had showed up at his old high
school in gym shorts. But now he could touch them, the soft, milky skin.
Hinata was so hard in his underwear, the outline of his dick so clear, a wet
spot forming where the head was. And he was moaning, sniveling, begging
Ushijima to touch him more, harder.
“Hinata,” Ushijima breathed out, suddenly painfully aware that he also was so
hard, straining far too uncomfortably against his own jeans. He grabbed Hinata,
pulled him to lay on his bed, before standing up and removing his own bottoms,
pants and underwear together.
And Hinata actually gasped when Ushijima stood up again. Worry crossed
Ushijima’s features, afraid that maybe Hinata was getting scared now, but then
the other was licking his lips and scrambling to remove his own underpants,
simultaneously crawling forward on hands and knees until he was face to face
with Ushijima’s mighty erection.
“Wow,” Hinata breathed hot against it, making it twitch a little. A wicked grin
spread on his lips as he stuck his tiny tongue out and licked at Ushijima’s
shaft.
Ushijima’s breath hitched and came out in a shudder. “Hinata,” he groaned
possessively. He wanted to grab Hinata’s head, push his face into his dick, his
fingers itching for it. But he knew he had to not be rough, this was their
first time.
Hinata was exploring Ushijima with his tongue and lips, his breaths coursing
over wetted skin, making Ushijima shiver and buck his hips. Hinata actually
giggled when Ushijima’s cock smacked against his face. Ushijima had to bite his
lip and call Hinata’s name out in a warning. Brown eyes searched up to meet his
and the other boy just smiled sweetly. He scooched forward a bit more, sat back
on his haunches, and wrapped his hands around Ushijima.
“Ahh,” Ushijima groaned on an exhale. He thought he could cum right then and
there. Sometimes all he had been able to think about was Hinata’s hands on him
like this, his mouth, his tongue- wait, whoa!
Before Ushijima could blink, Hinata was trying to inhale the top of Ushijima’s
dick into his mouth. He was choking a little bit, pressing forward determinedly
still, and as much as he didn’t want Hinata to stop, he had to pull the smaller
boy back.
“Whoa, Hinata, take it slow!”
Hinata was still grasping at his dick, licking his lips, pulling against
Ushijima’s hold on him. Ushijima had to shake him a little.
“It’s your first time, just- take your time! I’m not going anywhere.”
Hinata was silent for a moment, and then he nodded.
“You know you don’t have to do this!“ Ushijima said even though he wanted so
badly for Hinata to. But it was a lot, a lot at one time, he couldn’t-
But Hinata, like always, burst the bubble of his expectations of the small boy.
“But I want to, Ushijima.” And that look, the pouty look with eyes cast up at
him, half-lidded, fuck if that wasn’t illegal in every continent in the world.
Ushijima shuddered.
“Okay,” he whispered, loosening his grip a little on Hinata’s hair, guiding him
back forward. “Then, please. Slowly.”
Hinata nodded again and nuzzled at Ushijima’s hot, throbbing member for a
second. Then he licked at the head and slowly enclosed it in his mouth again.
He worked tirelessly, licking and sucking and slowly taking him in deeper until
Ushijima felt like he would burst any moment. He pulled Hinata back and Hinata
actually whined.
“My turn,” he told the smaller male.
From under his bed, he grabbed condoms and lube, bought the day they’d started
planning their spring break week together. He set them aside and joined Hinata
on the bed, pressing in between Hinata’s legs. He hooked his arms around the
smaller ones thighs and dragged him up. Hinata was so wet at his tip, his cock
twitching excitedly, and when Ushijima spread his ass cheeks, something else
was twitching too. He pressed a finger gently to Hinata’s entrance.
“Is this okay?” he asked, a little breathy. Hinata squirmed in his grasp and
huffed out a, yes, just hurry.
Ushijima didn’t need to hear anymore. He leaned down and pressed his hot tongue
against Hinata’s hole. The small boy squeaked, so loud like a creaky door,
wiggled, pressed his hips closer. Whispered for Ushijima to continue, do more.
Between his fingers and his tongue, it didn’t take him long to open Hinata up
wide. The smell coming off his skin, Hinata in heat, was intoxicating to say
the least, and Ushijima just wanted to stay like this forever. But his cock was
throbbing, aching to be inside.
He set Hinata down again carefully, Hinata lost and making the most adorable
noises that were going straight to his erection, making it hard to roll on his
condom with how his hands shook.
When it was on, generous amounts of lube were applied, and then Ushijima
grabbed Hinata’s hips, tried to still them enough to line himself up. He cooed
down at his lover, his boyfriend. His soulmate.
“I’m coming in,” he told the smaller male, who just nodded and moaned out his
name in short clips.
And he pressed against Hinata’s hole, pressed in just a little.
Hinata’s scream tore through the small room and he froze. Big wet tears escaped
his wide brown eyes. His lips had closed, teeth clenched around the end of the
scream.
“Hinata?” Ushijima quivered out as he watched Hinata’s lips tremble. He had
known, had known this would be too much. He was moving to pull out but then
Hinata’s hands were on him, begging him please, to stay.
“You’re in pain!” Ushijima explained, but Hinata stubbornly shook his head.
“Please, Ushijima. I can do it.” His eyes forced Ushijima’s to stay in him. “I
want you, Wakatoshi.”
A primal noise escaped Ushijima’s lips. His eyes fluttered a little as he
fought to regain his control.
“Just... tell me if it hurts again,” he managed to grunt out to the smaller
male, and Hinata nodded.
And he pushed in slow, agonizingly slow. Every time Hinata squeezed his eyes
shut or seemed to choke on his breath, he stopped, pulled out a little. Each
time, Hinata would urge him back again with heated looks and whispered
assurances. It took forever, but the forever was worth it when he was fully
seated inside Hinata, the small male quivering and shuddering happily
underneath him. His hands clutched at Ushijima’s back, lips murmured up to him,
kissing at cheeks and eyes and lips.
Ushijima wanted to cry. How strong and how brave and how beautiful his Hinata
was. He buried his face in the crook of Hinata’s neck, inhaled him, memorized
everything. “Hinata,” he whispered, again and again. It was overwhelming.
“Wakatoshi, please hold me,” Hinata whimpered out, tiny hands clasping at his
neck, and if only Hinata knew what he did to Ushijima.
Warm hands pushed under Hinata, circled around him, and carefully he lifted
Hinata up, seating him carefully in his lap. Hinata gasped for a moment, his
eyes going wide, but then his face softened and he smiled, so sweetly. He
nuzzled his forehead against Ushijima’s.
“You’ll probably have to do most of the work,” Hinata giggled for a moment, and
then his voice turned to velvety seduction. Ushijima wasn’t sure if he would
ever get used to how quickly Hinata could switch between these two sides of
his, how they were both, very much, just Hinata. “Please move, Wakatoshi.”
“Hinata,” Ushijima grunted out. “That’s... not fair.”
“I know. But you’re not fair either.”
Hinata’s eyes were lit with fire; he looked like he did on the court, hyper-
focused, only his victory in sight. Ushijima could do nothing but nod under
that unrelenting gaze.
“And when you call my name,” Hinata said as he leaned forward to whisper into
Ushijima’s ear, “call me properly. Okay, Wakatoshi?”
The words shit straight to his dick, and he huffed as he shifted his hips a
little, moving inside Hinata’s tightness.
And the noise that Hinata made urged Ushijima to chase it, to have Hinata make
more noises like that. And he did. With every thrust and small movement, every
kiss on heated skin and hands pressing him closer, the best sounds in the world
slipped from Hinata’s lips. Ushijima added to the symphony with his short,
labored breaths. Moving inside Hinata was making him sweat, but there was
nothing as enjoyable as this sensation. Even volleyball couldn’t compare to
being wrapped inside Hinata.
His climax rushed up on him like a freight train. He suckled at Hinata’s
shoulder as the other mewled out broken versions of his name. Into that red-
spotted soft skin, he whispered,
“Shouyo, I’m gonna cum.”
And Hinata just nodded and bobbed his head, urging Ushijima on with small
noises and his bright smile. Ushijima reached a hand between them and pumped
slowly at Hinata’s cock. Hinata’s head slumped forward and he was finally
speechless as Ushijima thrust hard into him a few more times, pumped his fist,
and soon Hinata was cumming hard over Ushijima’s flexed abs and stomach. He
whimpered and moaned out, “-Toshi,” and Ushijima felt his own orgasm hit him
then, even as Hinata clenched tight around him.
“Shouyo,” he murmured into the smaller man’s ear. His cheek was pressed into
that soft cloud of hair and he could smell Hinata, his wonderfully soft scent.
It was intoxicating, the feelings, the smell, the sounds and sensations.
Overwhelming.
He held Hinata tight to his chest, afraid to move, not wanting to break the
moment. Slowly Hinata’s hands came up and pressed against his back. He nuzzled
into Ushijima’s neck, pressed soft, tender kisses there. Ushijima hummed
happily, even as Hinata’s cum dried between them.
“I don’t think I can move,” Hinata told him after a while, still holding tight
to him.
“It’s okay, I’ll carry you to the bath,” Ushijima reassured.
“That was amazing,” Hinata confided.
“Yeah,” Ushijima whispered back. He pressed his nose into Hinata’s hair.
“Shouyo.”
Hinata perked up a little. “Will you call me that from now on? Maybe not all
the time, but especially in bed, or when you’re kissing me?”
Ushijima nodded.
“And is it all right... if I call you Toshi?”
Ushijima’s lips quirked a little, a thrill riding up his spine. He’d always
hated any nicknames others tried to give him, but something about Hinata and
the way he said his name made it totally fine. “Sorry my name is a mouthful,”
he murmured, but Hinata just smiled.
“I think Toshi fits you better anyways.”
“Really?” Ushijima asked, bewildered. Everyone had always told him his name fit
someone silent, stoic, and stiff like him.
But Hinata, who saw the whole world differently, who loved Ushijima when most
people found him a great annoyance, Hinata whom he loved so dearly, of course
he would think differently. Because Hinata had seen a side of Ushijima that
Ushijima didn’t even recognize.
He tipped his chin and pressed a light kiss to Hinata’s lips. “Shouyo.”
And Hinata cupped Ushijima’s face in his tiny hands. “Toshi, can I tell you
something? And you can’t freak out and go all silent and make a scary face.”
Ushijima wondered if he did those things, is that how Hinata saw it, but he
nodded, curious.
“I love you, Toshi. I love you a whole lot.” A tear glinted in his eye. “I’m so
glad... so glad you’re mine.”
Ushijima could feel his own tears burning at the back of his eyes. “Shouyo,” he
breathed out, giving the smaller male tiny kisses.
His happiness, his sunshine, his soulmate and the love of his life. His Shouyo.
“I love you too,” he grinned, the sight stunning with how rare it was to
behold. “I love you a whole lot too, Shouyo.”
I’m so glad you’re my soulmate.
End Notes
     Ahh, these two have stolen my heart, I’m sorry. My best friend
     introduced me to size kink and I am not the same person I once was. I
     am a better person. Lol
     Hope you guys enjoyed! Comments and kudos always appreciated <3
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