"Hello, I know I don't do these much but my manager told me that I don't spend enough time interacting with you guys." Ushijima sat at her desk, her phone propped up where thousands of people watched Wakatoshi from instagram live.
Ushijima leaned forward to read some of the comments, quirking a brow. "I believe some of you need to seek medical help. I do not wish to step on or choke my fans." Wakatoshi glanced back, hearing someone snort from behind his door.
"Tendou?" Satori opens the door, not only revealing herself but Goshiki, Bokuto, Kuroo, Sakusa, Hirugami, Hoshiumi, Atsumu, and Aran.
Ushijima was only surprised by the appearance of Ojiro, shocked Miya actually was able to drag her here.
"Hey Toshi! I heard you were going live so I rushed over here as quickly as possible." Wakatoshi tilted her head to the side, watching as everyone made themselves comfortable in her bedroom.
"Right. They want me to step on them." Bokuto, Hoshiumi and Atsumu laughed from their spots while Kuroo smirked.
"I don't think they mean literally Ushijima." Wakatoshi pointed to the screen.
"Then why are they saying that?" Ojiro giggled, sitting beside Ushijima, leaning in to see the comments.
"This is what you call thirsting over." Wakatoshi quickly adverted her attention to the beautiful spiker that sat beside her.
"Hm, I do not know if I appreciate it." Aran smiled, her expression full of amusement.
By this time everyone in the background begin to talk about their own thing, leaving Ojiro and Ushijima to deal with the live.
"Don't worry this just means they like you." Wakatoshi hummed, taking in every piece of aran as humanly possible.
"Oh, okay." Aran looked back at the comments, oblivious to Ushijima's gaze never leaving her.
Ojiro waved her hand to the camera as the chat exploded with her name. "Hey guys, how about you ask questions for Ushijima to answer." Not even seconds later, the chat erupted with a bunch of questions.
Aran smiled, looking back over at Wakatoshi, taken aback by Ushijima’s eyes already being on her. "Hi," the corner of Wakatoshi’s lips slightly quirked in amusement.
"Hello, do you want to read off the first question?" Ojiro felt her cheeks heat up before nodding.
"Yea, sure. The first question asks, is cereal soup?" Aran laughs, observing Wakatoshi furrow her brows, placing a hand on her chin in thought.
"Why would cereal be sou-" before Ushijima could finish Hoshiumi yelled from her spot.
"What kind of idiotic question is that?! Of course cereal is a soup!" Kuroo pointed to the other her brow quirked.
"I could say about four facts on how that is wrong." Kourai stood up.
"Say them! I stand on my statement." Tetsurou lifted her fingers with each fact she stated.
"Cereal doesn't contain a meat."
"Cereal doesn't contain a vegetable."
"Cereal is literally drowned in milk."
Atsumu sat up, her eyebrows raised. "Woah woah, why wouldn't cereal not be a soup?"
Kuroo took her glasses off, her eyebrow twitching. "I just said!" Bokuto laughed, a hand on Tetsurou's waist to redirect her from standing up.
Miya held her hands out. "Soup is warm and last time I check cereal can be warmed as well!" Hirugami sighed, leaning into Sakusa’s side.
"I do believe Kuroo is right Atsumu." Miya huffed, pointing to her girlfriend, Hoshiumi.
"You're not going to take your own best friend’s side?!" Sakusa sighed, wondering how she got forced by Sachirō to come here.
Goshiki ignored the group in favor of sleeping against Tendou. Satori held her stomach, laughing uncontrollably as the group all desperately defended their sides.
Aran stared at them deadpanned, trying to figure out how it got this chaotic this quickly.
Ushijima observed, if she was in an anime, a sweat droplet would've appeared.
After a long intermission with a lot more other topics coming up, Ojiro and Wakatoshi looked back at the live.
Kuroo is so beautiful, I wish I could go see her model in person!
Hoshiumi is 100% right!
Kuroo ATE
LMFAOO OJIRO'S FACE
Sakusa and Goshiki are such moods rn
Hirugami has a right to choose what side she wants!
Tendou and Bokuto are dying I can't-
Aran chuckled, turning to Ushijima. "Chaos is what you wanted, right?" Wakatoshi pointed to the red head, wiping his tears from laughing so hard.
"I'm pretty sure that's what she wanted."
"Well, looks like her plan worked." Ushijima nodded.
"Unfortunately." Ojiro laughed, looking down at her phone.
"I should be heading out, Asahi wanted me to help her with some new clothing designs." Aran stood up, waving to Wakatoshi's phone.
Atsumu made movement to stand up. "Oh I'll walk you out." Before Ojiro could respond Ushijima stood up.
"No it's alright, I'll walk Ojiro out." Miya looked between the two before humming, observing with a quirked brow as they left.
"Did Ushijima really just walk away from his own live to walk Aran-Kun out?" Everyone in the room except Goshiki nodded, a silence coming over them before quickly making their way to Wakatoshi's phone.
Bokuto grabbed the phone first, a devious grin on her face. “Remember guys! Make sure to make UshiAran a trending ship name on Twitter!” Kuroo took the phone from Koutarou, mirroring her expression.
“Also under every post make sure to quote the other.” Hoshiumi snatched the phone from Tetsurou.
“Make sure to spam that cereal is soup!” Kuroo’s disapproval in the background could be heard before Atsumu took it.
“Remember to vote for me in the upcoming best volleyball choice awards.” Bokuto’s loud squawk was heard once the phone was taken by Tendou who zoomed in on her sleeping girlfriend.
“She’s sleeping like a baby.” The phone was handed over to Sakusa who handed it to Hirugami.
“Don’t go to jail kids.” The room erupted with laughs before Ushijima opened the door.
“What are you guys doing?” Satori grinned, pointing to the phone in Sachirō hand.
“We’re talking with your fans while you go do the smooch.” Wakatoshi looked away, moving to grab her phone.
“Me and Ojiro are friends.” Everyone mocked Ushijima, laughing loudly.
Wakatoshi took her phone, looking down at the chat with furrowed brows. “I think we’ve had enough footage for this live, bye guys.”
Ushijima clicks end live, hoping for her phone not to be blown up by tomorrow morning.