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Project Partner Shenanigans -Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader-

You started fidgeting as you watched the boy type, eventually going up to him and sitting next to him, watching him type up his section. Ushijima felt himself start to get nervous, messing up his typing as he felt your breath on his shoulder. His face was starting to get red in the face, his usually stoic persona crumbling away like cookies. You felt yourself start to get sleepy, head nodding up and down, trying to keep yourself awake.

 Ushijima became bold, not being able to deal with you so close to his face, he took your body, shifting it so you could lay down on his lap. After he did so, he went straight back to writing, you were slightly surprised, but half asleep already and not caring as you fell asleep on him. He happily kept writing for a few more minutes before closing his laptop, placing it on the table and started rubbing your head with his fingers, making swirls with your hair. 

After about 30 minutes, he was starting to nod off himself, before a ringing interrupted the both of your sleepy selves. He reluctantly got up, crawling to his bag and crawling back to his spot, digging through his bag before pulling out his phone. The contact name read “Tendou” he groaned and put the phone back into his bag. Tendou knew he was having a study date with his crush, so why was he calling him? He heard you shift and sit up, rubbing your eyes, body missing the warmth it had.

“Mmmmm….Ushi? What happened? All I remember is watching you work on the script, did I fall asleep?” you asked, his face having a light blush slathered on it. He turned to you, his heart skipping a few beats as you gave him an innocent smile. He turned away, looking at the ground as he got up walking towards the door.

“You fell asleep on my lap, I didn’t mind though, I was almost asleep too, if I hadn’t remembered that we had to make dinner I would’ve fallen asleep right there with you.” 

You watched as the boy walked out the door, you jumped up, running towards the boy. You grabbed onto his arm, pulling him back on accident, making the both of you slip and fall down the stairs. You were underneath him, taking most of the impact of the fall, a thud with each step being slid down. The wooden stairs leaving bruises as you finally hit the bottom of the stairs with a loud thud.

“Ughhh…. That hurt, I’m so sorry Ushijima… I’m such a klutz…” you held your head in your hand, eyes closed in pain, you being unaware of the position you and him were in. His face went ablaze, his arms were wrapped around your torso, holding you tightly, bruises were bound to be left on his arms from the stair. But at that moment, all he felt was embarrassment, the position you two were in was so awkward. 

“It’s okay, but what about you? Are you okay? That had to hurt,” he worriedly asked, releasing his grip on you, getting up and offering his hand to you. You opened your eyes, squinting from the pain. He glanced down at your scraped up legs and arms.

“I’m fine, it just hurts a lot, I shouldn't've run so fast by stairs, but hey! At least I’m awake now!” you smiled through the pain, taking his hand as he pulled you up, dragging you into the kitchen. He picked you up by the waist, extorting a squeak out of you, he set you on the counter. He went to a cabinet in his kitchen, rummaging through before he took out the first aid kit. A blush now covered your face, making you turn away in embarrassment.

“You stay here until I clean these scratches entirely and they are bandaged up,” he commanded, pulling out hydrogen peroxide, which made you give him a defeated smile. He poured out some of the peroxide on a cotton ball, kneeling on the floor and lifting up your leg, gently pressing on the scratches on your leg. You let out a hiss of pain, the peroxide cleaning out the scratches but causing a stinging sensation in the cuts. He continued to clean the cuts, the peroxide cleaning the spots but making you writhe in the pain. He grabbed some ointment, putting it on while bandaging up the worst slices, making sure they were firmly wrapped up. He finally finished bandaging, letting you get off of the counter and stretch.