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Go for it, Ushiwaka-chan!

Summary:

Oikawa just won the Olympics, like, two or three hours ago. Can Ushiwaka leave him alone? Nope. Iwaizumi witnesses it all bit by oblivious bit.

Day 3 of 2025 Haikyuu Rarepairs Week!
Prompts chosen: "Enemies to lovers" and "I wish I could hate you."

Notes:

listen man ive been an ushioi defender ever since i read the pride and prejudice fic. it's a peak ship, probably one of my hq otps. i LOVE ushijima wakatoshi, and oikawa is rly smart so i feel like he would agree with me

THANKS perci for the beta im eternaally grateful

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Hajime wasn't a gossip. His girlfriend would come home from work talking about her coworkers and their romantic exploits, the new HR representative and his illegitimate son, the security guard who had an affair with the other security guard. It was all juicy, sure, but it wasn't his kind of entertainment. Some conversations, though, he couldn't help but eavesdrop. Some key moments in people's lives, people near and dear to him, were taking place right within hearing distance, and they owed it to him to let him witness it. Even if they were unaware they had him as a spectator.

Oikawa had been sitting on the grass, stargazing like he usually did after midnight. Their Olympic Village compound, coincidentally shared by Japan and Argentina, had a private winter garden which would be flooded by fireflies at such a time of night. His teammates were out in town celebrating the gold, but Oikawa hadn't felt up to it. Hajime wasn't the least bit surprised. Oikawa liked to soak in these kinds of accomplishments until they felt real, and this was the big one. The only title that mattered once you had it.

"If we win, I'll melt all my VNL medals into a bar and sell it," Bokuto had joked earlier. If only for this reason, Hajime was a bit glad they'd lost.

He'd seen Oikawa on the grass, legs straight and palms to the ground, and as Hajime winded up his first step toward him, stronger and more awkward thumps made themselves heard. Hajime made a few quick mental connections, suffered a couple synapses, and a ten-year flashback sequence played in his mind and stopped him in his tracks. He hid behind a pillar, because he knew who was coming.

"Congratulations, Oikawa."

Ushijima stood there, stiff like a soldier, face the same impassive mask to the untrained eye, but Hajime had been his PT for a while now, and his friend, too, and he could spot it: he was flustered, nervous, even scared. His hands were pressed tightly into fists beside his body because otherwise they would be trembling.

Oikawa looked up at him, gasping as he did, as if he hadn't heard him coming. He was so out of it from the adrenaline that maybe he hadn't. Oikawa would sometimes go very far away without moving a muscle.

"Ushiwaka," he announced dreamily. His face caught up to the situation quickly, though, producing a snarl.

"I'm sure you're proud," Ushijima said, and Hajime wanted to smack him.

Oikawa scoffed, eyes wide, ready to pounce. "You have some nerve, Ushiwaka-chan. What, did you think I'd had enough joy? Are you here to pull the brakes on my happiness?" He smiled bitterly. "Thanks, couldn't have done it without you."

Ushijima ignored him because he ignored all that he couldn't understand; moving through life would be impossible for him otherwise. "I... You've done amazing work with your team. You made it easy for them to pick the MVP tonight."

Oikawa looked up at him with disgust. "Will that be all?"

"No."

"What?" He choked on the question, evidently taken aback.

Ushijima sat down beside him, keeping a small but respectful distance as if Oikawa was a feral cat in a street corner he was trying to neuter and then return to the streets. Hajime had to hold in a gasp. He hadn't been expecting such a bold move.

Ushijima fidgeted with his hands in his lap.

"I always say the wrong thing to you, and I'm sorry about that. I try not to, every time, but, given your reactions, I always fall short," Ushijima took a deep, stuttering breath. "I'm positive you've noticed me trying to become closer with you during our time at the Olympic Village, as well as the other international championships we meet at. This time we were housed in close quarters, and I wanted to make the most of it."

Oikawa looked like someone had dumped a bucket of ice over his head. "What?"

"I thought you would be in a better mood after your victory, but perhaps I failed to consider that I can't outrun the cause for your bad moods, since it is me."

"Ushiwaka–" he started. Hajime chuckled quietly at how out-of-place Oikawa, at least when looked compared to how he was before Ushijima had shown up. No one could get Oikawa like this better than Ushijima Wakatoshi.

"Can I finish, please?" Ushijima begged, gaze drilling holes down his own hands. When Oikawa said nothing, he continued: "It's my understanding that your Argentinian club has been closed down, and you've been signed to Orzeł."

He stopped, as if waiting for confirmation.

"Who told you that? It's not out yet."

"My coach. You see, I am the captain of Orzeł Warszawa."

"I know that, jerk," Hajime rolled his eyes. Oikawa could be so childish.

"Well, I'm very excited to have you on my team, Oikawa," he spoke, with reverence at his own words, like the very sentence was some sort of declaration. Of course, it made sense.

Ushijima was very simple, and he knew a lot about Oikawa Tooru. One of the things he knew was Oikawa had changed nationalities just to run away from him (and Kageyama, and Hinata, and all the other alleged devils that had wronged him). Hajime knew that wasn't 100% of the truth, but there was some truth to it. Since his third year of high school, he'd decided his number one dream was to gather all the ‘volleyball freaks’ of Japan and give them a royal beating from the other side of the court.

Another thing he knew was that Oikawa hated him. It was common knowledge among most elite players, even, that Oikawa's stomach didn't agree with the Japanese captain.

(It was also common knowledge that Ushijima was quite obsessed with him, and Oikawa would always give him attention for some mysterious reason. They met frequently on the international stage, Ushijima always had something to say, and Oikawa always had a minute.

Like in that one VNL when Ushijima gave him a Vabo-chan plushie as a birthday present before winning the game and ruining Oikawa’s birthday altogether, or that one Club World Champs when a fan wanted a selfie with both of them after the game and Oikawa pulled Ushijima really close and their sweaty cheeks touched and Hajime had to hear about it for weeks, or that one time Ushijima was flown in from Japan to give the MVP trophy at the Liga Argentina de Voleibol finals and he accidentally gave it to Oikawa on the podium instead of the actual MVP, and Oikawa got off the podium to kick him in the shin.)

And one final thing everyone knew was that Oikawa Tooru was the best setter in the world, and he could've gone anywhere. It was all that was talked about the week San Juan closed down: where would Oikawa go next?

Math was done, and Ushijima came to a conundrum: Oikawa was going to the Polish league, and to Ushijima's team no less. He had to check his facts.

Oikawa sighed.

"Don't get any ideas, Ushiwaka-chan. I've just never played in Europe and the offer was nice."

Hajime could probably hear Ushijima's heartbeat if he focused hard enough.

"Yes, but Orzeł?"

After a while, he clicked his tongue: "So what if I'm curious?"

"About Europe?"

"About you, you oaf," Oikawa got up and dusted off his track pants. "I've done it all, haven't I? I've beaten Ushiwaka-chan. Now I want to know what it feels like to own him."

Then he turned around and walked off, thankfully not in Hajime’s direction.

When he turned to see what had been made of Ushijima, he found him laying down on the grass, face in his hands. He laid like that for a minute, then got up and Hajime could see his huge, beaming smile, and red marks on his cheeks where his palms had been pressing. He'd lost the most important game of his career today, but he didn't look like it at all.

Notes:

thank you so much for reading!!!
i have a twitter and i NEED more haikyuu moots so yeah !
i appreciate all comments so thanks in advance :)

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