Ushijima exhaled softly, his toned arms wrapped tightly around Tendou. It was late at night and the two were in bed; Tendou was sleeping over in Ushijima's dorm. Ushijima didn't mind.

He held the middle blocker close; the Ace's face was buried in Tendou's bright red hair. Tendou had his face pressed against Ushijima's chest.