You sat on the floor of the volleyball gym, waiting for Ushijima to finish with his practice. It was just the two of you were the only ones left in the building.

After spiking one last ball, he headed over to you. You stood and handed him a water bottle.

"I'll start cleaning up," you went to collect the scattered volleyballs, Ushijima eventually helping.

"It's pretty late. Are you sure you're not over working yourself," you frowned.

"I'm fine," he answered shortly.

He practically spent all his free time practicing. Sometimes you would wonder if he even wanted to be around you or not.

"Are you sure you're not going to marry volleyball?" You sighed.

"No, I'm marrying you."