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It wasn't until he met you that Ushijima found his favorite place. For him, it finally meant home.
Growing up, home meant switching houses between the residences of his father and mother. As he got older, home meant the apartment he was staying in for six years now and despite the length of time he spent here, the space remains bare and lifeless, looking as it was the day he signed the lease except for the quaint garden he had on his balcony.
When he met you, something in his world just clicked as though he was an unfinished puzzle who finally found his missing piece. It wasn't a lie, though. He found what was missing in his life after all, a home.
But it still wasn't the home as defined in the dictionary.
For him, home meant you, and to be perfectly precise, home meant the crook of your neck.
The first time he hugged you was one of the best moments of his life. It was warm, gentle and he just felt so so much he hid his face on the crook of your neck. He couldn't believe how addicting it was, feeling so close to you like that with your scent wrapped around him, your skin soft and cold (because Ushijima's always warm). Later on, he would learn that placing his head on the crook of your neck in different times and on different moods meant getting what he needs (or wants), but it'll always be his favorite.
When he's tired from practice and games, he would rest his head on the crook of your neck, breathe in your scent and like some magic spell, his fatigue gets blown away.
When he's restless and cannot sleep, he would find his favorite place to be in his most comfortable place, whisper his thoughts and insecurities on your skin so they can fly away into the night. It's just a bonus for him if you're running your fingers through his hair and when you're assuring him with words that he's the strongest person you know and that he's the best (he knows this is far from the truth but he'll do all he can to be the best).
When he's overjoyed with winning and so much happiness fills him up, he would quickly run to you, lift you up in his arms and in the crook of your neck, he'll sing his praises and thanks all while placing kisses all over you. Your laughter, as always, sounds like music to his ears and it would take time before he'd come down from his high, but it's all worth it because what matters is he's sharing it with you.
Finally, Ushijima also learned that when he is in his favorite place and he bites you there, without fail, shivers would run down your arms. His most favorite part though, is eliciting a small gasp from you which is barely audible unless he's this close to you. He can feel your body become warmer then, fuelling the fire in the pit of his stomach. He'll start there, followed by kisses and then he'll move along, step by step, until he binds the two of you together, because only you can quell this hunger and thirst he feels. (He never realized he's doing this though, not until you teased him about it, telling him that a bite on your neck meant sexy time. He looked offended because he doesn't and it's not, but when he did it again and you pointed it out, he was too far gone to do something about it).
And so, to whoever asks about his favorite place or his home, he'd answer, with a straight face and in a heartbeat, that it's you. Because this man, despite how sappy and romantic the words that came out of his mouth were, wouldn't understand why the girls are swooning and crying, or why the boys are gagging and teasing him. The only thing that matters to him is to see you smile and to read your lips that says "I love you".