Akaashi and you were just sitting on the couch, watching a show when he felt you begin to shake. “_____? What’s wrong? Did i do something?”
“No, it’s not you,” You said, realizing you were crying and wiping away a couple tears. “It’s just that I’m not good enough for you.”
He was shocked. “Not good enough?”
“I’m really not. You’re so kind and patient, I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s ridiculous.” You opened your mouth to speak but he stopped you with a shake of his head. “Honestly I’ve never heard something so dumb, and Bokuto is on my team.” You laughed a bit at that and let your head fall against his chest. “I’m nothing special, but you are. You make me so happy, your smile can fix anything and nothing can compare to how you make me feel.”
Tsukki saw you moping around and just figured you had a bad day. So he did what he usually did, pulled you in for a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. But you slapped him away. This must be more serious…
“What’s the matter?” He asked, rubbing the hand you had just hit.
You burrowed deeper into his hoodie you had borrowed and looked away from him, “I’m not good enough for you.”
“I said I’m not good enough for you! I don’t deserve you.” You yelled, feeling yourself begin to tear up.
He flicked your forehead.
“Pathetic.” He sneered and you really did start to cry. He grabbed your hand. “It’s pathetic that you think that. When i introduce you as my partner and someone says ‘really?’ Its not because they don’t think you’re good enough. They’re genuinely confused that you like me. I mean, I’m an ass. I’m a sarcastic ass who fell in love with someone way out of his league. Every time you come to my practice, I have to physically hold Tanaka and Noya back so they don’t tell you how out of my league you are. You’re way too good for me, and I love you. Isn’t that enough?”
Ushijima met up with you after his match and pulled you into a hug. He smelled a bit like sweat but mostly his natural earthy smell. You sighed when he pulled away, suddenly looking insecure.
“Is something wrong?” He asked.
“No, it’s nothing. Congratulations on the win.” You tried to smile but felt your lip quiver. I won’t cry here. You told yourself
“Hey, I might not be good at picking up on things, but something is off. What’s wrong.”
“I’m not good enough for you Waka. I love you but I’m not good enough.”
“That’s stupid,” He said, grabbing your hand “I’m not impresive anyways.”
“You’re not impressive? You’re the number one ace!” You said, exasperated.
“But you’re my ace.” He cupped your chin in his hand. “I love you, you’re the most important thing in my life, that makes you way better than I ever could be. You’re good enough, ______.”