“Ok girls! Gather ‘round!” The cheer squad leader called sharply, cupping her hands to her mouth to project her voice over the chatter of the rest of the girls on the cheer team.
You had just joined the Shiratorizawa cheer squad and due to your height, or lack there of, you were immediately a favourite to be a flier, which meant [you] would be the poor girl tossed up in the air multiple times in multiple ways.
You didn’t really mind so much, it had always been that way. You had been a gymnast from age 3 and then cheerleader from age 12 and you just loved what you did.
Call it a kink or a preference but there was just something about being picked up by a tall, muscled up hot male cheerleader and thrown around like you didn’t weigh a thing, that really did it for you.
“Ladies! We need to practice the new routine.” The squad leader implored, clapping her hands to hold everyone’s attention. “Places everyone!”
You and the rest of the girls quickly got into formation as the male cheerleaders stood by for their cue to come in and lift.
The music started and the sequence began. You jumped, spun and called the chant as you punched your pom poms into the air with a giant grin on your face.
You were on fire!
“Yes!! Yes yes! We got this!” You praised yourself internally as you threw your pom poms to the side in preparation for your magic moment where your male base would catch you, mid run, and hoist you up into the air.
You eyed him as you did one last spin, preparing to run towards him.
You saw him crouch slightly, setting himself up for you to run and jump.
Your base cheer was a talented guy, he was confident and strong but for some reason you and he just couldn’t quite make any jumps and hoists look fluid with him and you didn’t know how to fix it.
“Don’t overthink it, just run and jump,” you mentally coached. “He’s got you, don’t worry.”
You did a small jump on your toes then sprinted towards him.
As you neared him and jumped, something went wrong and he slipped, sending you crashing back down onto him and causing him to twist his ankle.
He bawled out in pain and you just managed to tuck yourself into a ball and do a forward roll over his shoulder as he went down.
“FUCK!” You screamed as you bounced back up and ran back to him. “Are you ok??”
The music stopped and everyone halted their performance.
“My ankle.” He groaned, clutching at his ankle that was rapidly starting to swell.
“Fuck, I’m so so sorry.” You said, distress lacing your voice.
Your male partner was helped up by two other male cheerleaders and escorted from the building to see the school nurse.
“Well Y/N, you’ll just have to sit this practice out. We’ll wait to hear the verdict of your partner before deciding on whether we chance the routine or not.” The squad leader said as she sauntered over to you.
Your heart sank. Just like that you could be tossed out, sat on the bench, cheerleading over.
“C-could I maybe get a substitute partner or-.”
“No.” She replied bluntly, “you’re the perfect size for a flier but you’re clumsy. We’ll replace you if need be.”
Stabbed in the chest.
Those words hurt.
With tears in your eyes you turned quickly and exited the building, heading towards nowhere in particular.
“The nurse says I’ll be fine for performance day but I’ll need to rest until then.” Your male partner announced later that day. “So we’re still in for the performance but we just won’t be able to practice together…”
“Umm, ok.” You replied dubiously. “But how are we going to perfect our part of the routine if we can’t practice together? The squad leader already has me in her sights and she’s out for blood… if I stuff this up again…” your voice trailed off.
Your partner gave you a sympathetic look from where he stood on his crutches. “I dunno hun, maybe get a substitute till I’m back on board? Not trying to be mean but it is [you] that needs to work on your jump…” he said, pointing out the fact that none of your jumps ever looked fluid and eluding to the fact that it was [your] fault he could never catch and hoist you properly.
“Thanks.” You said with a deadpan look on your face.
“You’ll be fine, you just need practice.” He said, trying to be encouraging.
“Thanks, because I have EVERY opportunity to practice now that YOU’RE injured.” You thought sarcastically. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” You said curtly.
The next day you stubbornly decided to try and practice on your own, annoyed at how everyone was pointing the finger at you.
“I’m NOT the problem.” You huffed internally, “Maybe it’s this stupid cheer team that’s the problem, I should have chosen Aoba Josai.”
You marched around the school trying to find a suitable place to practice your routine but nowhere seemed to work.
Eventually you ended up at the doors of the school gymnasium.
You poked your head in and saw that the Shiratorizawa boys volleyball team was just finishing up with their practice for the day.
“Perfect, I’ll wait till they’re gone then I have the whole gym to practice in.”
You walked in and sat down on a bench at the far end, watching the last of their game.
You had only just started at the school so you hadn’t seen the boys play before and to be honest you had never been interesting in volleyball but the captain of the team was a sight to behind and you found yourself checking him out as he played.
He was tall and built like the statue of David. Perfection to the core. He seemed to be a very serious guy, his whole aura screaming ‘intimidation’.
As you watched you noticed he didn’t talk much but the way he handled the ball spoke volumes about his dominance and control.
“I’m not much into volleyball but I could definitely get into it if it’s HIM I’m watching.” You thought.
Just then the coach blew the whistle and called an end to practice and the boys filed off the court to the change room, all except Mr Perfection.
“Do I start my practice with him still around?” You thought as you stood up and put your earbuds in your ears. “Guess I’ll just go over a few sections lightly.”
You pressed play on your Mp3 and the music started.
Turning your back to the captain of the volleyball team you started doing a few half assed moves, those half assed moved soon became a little more enthused as you lost yourself in the music and before you knew it you were dancing your heart out, completely forgetting that a hot volleyballer was in the same room as you.
Ushijima Wakatoshi had noticed you sitting on the bench at the far end of the gym but didn’t think much of it, he didn’t care. When you started dancing though he was confused and curious. What the fuck were you doing?
He continued his own solo practice and occasionally glanced over to see what you were doing next.
“Cheerleader?” he thought as he smacked another ball across the net. “But why is she practicing here and not with the rest of the squad?”
You had just finished your somewhat disjointed routine and was about to call it a day when a shadow enveloped you.
You spun around, coming face to face with the torso of Mr stoic eye candy.
You looked up at him and your heart skipped a beat when you saw just how tall he was and just how much he had to crane his head to look down at you, his dark olive eyes staring you down.
“You’re a cheerleader.” he commented.
You weren’t sure if it was a question, statement or other and you just stood there.
“Why are you here?” He asked with a tone close to monotone. It was as if he had asked a question that he didn’t really even care what the answer was.
“Umm because I need to practice.” You replied. You almost felt interrogated.
“Why? Why on your own?” He asked, again, with no real curiousity in his voice.
“Because apparently, I’m the reason why my base can’t catch and lift me. ‘I’ need work.” You grumbled angrily, looking down at your shoes.
“You’re small, its not hard.” Tall, dark and handsome replied.
You shrugged, still not making eye contact although just the way he had called you ‘small’ had your cheeks burning red with excitement.
“Run at me.” He suddenly said and your head snapped up, shocked eyes meeting his calm ones.
“Run at you?” You asked in surprise. “As in, run at you and jump like what I’d do in the cheer routine?”
He nodded and backed up, arms out to the side slightly as if he were about to receive a volleyball.
“Uh, ok?” You said with uncertainty.
“Fuck, he’s tall, can I even jump high enough to help him lift my weight? Wait, what am I thinking? He could lift 3 of me on one arm.”
And with that, you did one small spring on your toes and bolted towards him.
Your heart was pounding as you neared him, his eyes watching you keenly as you approached.
With one leap you landed in his strong arms and he hoisted you up overhead easily.
You held your pose above his head before he tossed you up gently then caught you in a perfect cradle catch with one arm under your thighs and the other around your back, his dark olive eyes taking you in as you sat in his muscular arms.
“You’re easy to catch and lift. You’re not the problem.” He said lowly, his voice reverberating through you as he held you against his chest. “What’s your name?”
“Y-Y/N.” You replied breathlessly, still captivated by his unwavering stare.
“Ushijima.” He replied back.