#KITA MR. PERFECT SHINSUKE

[misfit-megumi]

HAI EMMY!!! i've always wanted to send this request since it's been on the back of my mind for a while now;;

i just wanna know how kita shinsuke would act if he had a crush. likeeee would he be straightforward about it, or would he shy away from his feelings, OR OR OR IMAGINE IF HE BECAME ALL CLUMSY BECAUSE READER HAS SUCH A SOFT SPOT IN HIS PURE LITTLE HEART. AUGUAHAHHUH he's so cute and pinchable it hurts.

you don't have to tend to this request right away, of course. ^^ I JUST HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL AND PLSPLSPLS DO STAY HYDRATED!!! ・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜

*sneezes* you got me in my feelings mate 🥺❤️❤️ also this is pre-timeskip bc I needed the boys for support dont @ me

Because kita shinsuke- the man, the myth, the love of my life and the reason I wake up in the morning…

Is SO. DANG. BAD. when it comes to having a crush, because all his steadiness and confidence and grounding is completely gone, and he turns into a mess. With most feelings, it’s easy for him, the love he feels for his granny is complete adoration, his teammates are admiration, and you… he doesn’t know what you are, because you feel different than he is used to.

All his ducks were lined up if anyone were to ask how his emotions were sorted. Then you came along out of seemingly no where.

He doesn’t know what happened; he’s known you for years, you’ve been in similar classes and know each others name, but then you started showing up when Suna Rintaro came along, even sitting quietly at practice while the second-year played. While people noticed your arrival- namely the twins- Suna would immediately shut them down with a snap of his fingers and a dominating “absolutely not.”

From then, Kita just assumed you were off limits. Not that he had specific feelings for you regardless, but he kept his distance just in case.

One day, Rintaro fell at practice and twisted his ankle, and while you had indeed helped him to the bench and laid ice on it, your scolding was just a loud hiss as practice continued.

He… liked, that you weren’t going to sugar coat the magnitude of injuries.

After that, for some unholy reason, you’ve absolutely plagued his mind.

His serves are off, he’s working harder and harder in practice as if to impress you, talking more in class for you to hear his voice. He tries to find shoes to make him look taller, shirts that tone him a bit more, he tries to style his hair a little different, anything and everything to be more visible to you.

All that seems to do, however, is make the twins notice him.

“You could be a long lost twin,” Osamu snickers on a rare day you’re not at practice, taking a sip from his water. He raises his hands in defense when Kita shoots him a small glare, “I’m serious! Cant say I don’t appreciate the style but… why?”

“Because captain’s in looooove,” Atsumu sings, dramatically resting his head on Kita’s shoulder. Kita blinks down unamused at the blonde, but everyone sees right through him as his back tenses and eyes blow out slightly. His cheeks give a small flush, and he’s so full of it, it hurts.

“Being in love implies that there’s a two party consent,” he defends. “I have absolutely no indication that she has any feelings other than platonic for me.”

“Not true! Suna’s in love with you!”

“AM NOT!”

“See? The love Suna has for me, is not part of a two party consent. Not quite the same as being in love.”

“KITA-SAN?!”

Kita ignores the completely offended middle blocker, giving Atsumu a small shrug of his shoulder to make him raise his head. The setter does, but not without continuing the conversation, “come onnnn! What have you got to lose by confessing? Huh? Plus you gotta be in love, because you’re so nervous for those feelings to not be mutual, if you weren’t you wouldn’t care!”

And gosh, he does have Kita there. Why do you make him so nervous? Truly! Maybe it’s his fault, perhaps he sees you as a fond younger class man, despite being in the same years… in… fact you may be older than him? But that’s beside the point,

“You know Kita-San, I’ve never seen you so… out of it,” Osamu continues. “You’re usually like, cold and stoic and straightforward-“

“Benched me three practices ago when I kept fooling around,” Suna snickers.

“Yeah! Now you’re smiling at your phone and laughing more during drills at our crap and just… happier. It’s strange.”

A thick brow cocks in confusion for Osamu’s words, “im… I didn’t think those were bad characteristics to have?”

Finally, to mend the situation, Aran sighs and stands up to clap Kita on the back, “I think what our eloquent second hears are trying to say, is that she’s good for you… maybe you pursue something with her and get some answers.”

Maybe he should.

Kita thinks he should sleep on it.

But in fact, all Kita does is toss and turn. All night. Thinking about all the outcomes if he does, or doesn’t, confess to you and how you may or may not feel about him in return.

In fact, Kita spends the whole rest of the day thinking and day dreaming about you and the mere idea that you could return any of the affections he could share. He shambles uncharacteristically like a zombie, a complete 180 from his usual composed self.

With all love in the world… you’re ruining his life.

He’s barely able to comprehend his movements, if he didn’t have a team relying on him, he’d immediately try to go home for the day and shake whatever remnants of you are on his mind.

His team, who look at him with cocked brows as Kita enters the gym with a massive, book in his hand; and listen… he doesn’t really know where he got it either.

But it has your name on it. He can’t remember if you left it, or forgot it, or… honestly, he may have stole the thing on a subconscious whim to talk to you.

Either way, he’s got it and not you.

“Whatcha got there, cap?”

“Her book,” he says flatly. “She… left it on her desk… I think. She needs it for her homework.” He looks at the second year who’s glancing back up at him with sharp eyes. “I was wondering if you could bring it to her on your walks home.”

“Or,” Suna says, hopping back onto his feet once his shoes are tied. “You could return it, and maybe then tell her how you feel?” He takes out his phone and immediately, his fingers start to fly.

“Oh… I’m not sure about that-“

“Too late,” he says indifferently. “I already texted her that you were on your way; she was on her way here after digging for it, so,” he claps his captain on the back. “Have at thee.”

Kita sighs in defeat, “remind me to force a phone-ban when I get back.”

“That’s my captain,” Suna teases. But he does send Kita an encouraging push on his back, and the captain takes a deep breath before shuffling out.

And his thoughts of what to say run over and over and over and over again, creating a string of words to fire out at anything and everything you could say.

He just wants to confess at this point. He can’t go on being so stiff and distracted; he needs you to either like him back, or reject him.

That, of course, dissipates when he sees you on the other end of the hall.

Your face brightens up as you see him, bouncing relieved on your toes and he approaches with his usual small smile.

“You are a godsend,” you praise, and Kita’s ears turn hot pink at your words. “I just completely blanked on grabbing it, thank you, thank you.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assures. He then swallows thickly as he continues to watch you place the book in your bag and then trying to make your way to the gym to watch Suna and the boys.

He, subconsciously, steps in front of you.

“Kita-San?”

“I… think you look pretty today,” he says, gnawing his lip and keeping very intense eye contact with you. You tip your head and, in an attempt to ease his nerves, crack a joke.

This, evidently, was a bad idea.

“Huh. Am I not pretty everyday?”

You almost hear the whimper in his throat, and before you can tell him that you’re just joking, the word fountains turn on and he’s off.

“Of course you are! It’s just that today in class, I couldn’t stop glancing over at you and the way you were chewing on your pen- because even though that’s bad for your teeth it made you look positively focused and your eyes were kept on the board and no one else and I couldn’t help but look at you because I like the way you look when your focused, I like the way you look when you do anything-“ he takes a deep breath while you blink in surprise.

“Kita-San?”

“-And I don’t know how to stop liking the way that you look but the way that it’s making me feel is making me feel confused and almost a little frightened because I’ve never had these feelings before but apparently Suna has similar feelings and according to Atsumu that’s normal to have feelings that may be unreciprocated-“

“Kita-San!”

“-But he’s the one that encouraged me to do this because I’ve been such a fool with everything I do because I can’t stop thinking about you and Atsumu said that it’s easier to get an answer rather than guess and-“ there’s small snickering around the corner, and the shy, rambling Kita snaps back to his usual composed, captain form, “atsumu, I hear you over there. 50 push ups and 3 laps around the court when I come back to practice!”

“Suna’s here too!” A voice whines.

“Then both of you! OUT!”

There’s a dash of sneakers down the hallway. He takes a deep breath and finally looks back at you, completely flushed and out of breath from the past minute and a half.

He clears his throat before he cards his hair back, “for… for reference, I have no desire of pursuing a relationship with Suna.”

You blink. Then, you snort to try and hide a giggle.

Then, you’re laughing, you’re laughing straight into his face and clutching your sides, and he could almost cry from embarrassment, swallowing thickly and looking down the hall where the twins were hiding.

“I understand,” he says quietly. “I do hope you continue to support our team-“

“Kita-San,” you say, trying to gather yourself. You reach for his hand, which is clammy and he feels bad for, but you don’t seem to mind. “I’m laughing because I like you too; I’m always staring at you too, Mr. Perfect, even when you do see it.” You plant a small kiss to his knuckles and he nearly faints.

“I was laughing, because Suna is basically obsessed with you, I tease him for it constantly on our walks home; just the idea that you had to clarify to me that you were indifferent towards that was just silly.” He opens and closes his mouth like a fish to try and reply, but you shake your head with a smile, “I like the way you look. I like the way you put your heart and soul into everything you do. I like the way you always have some money incase someone needs something for the vending machine.” You beam up at him, and he feels like he’s floating, but he finally cracks a smile back, and when you open your palm in an attempt to initiate hand-holding, he laces his fingers with yours happily.

As you walk down the hall, only the sound of footsteps ring through the air, and kita is happy, he’s thrilled that not only do you feel the same, but you had no judgement towards him. You liked him for all the reasons he couldn’t see, and that meant the world to him.

Then, you hum, and he casts you a look.

“Is it really that bad to chew on the end of your pen?”

“Horrendous,” he chuckles. “The enamel of your teeth wears down.” You laugh and shake your head at the silly fact.

“But that’s okay,” he continues. “I like when you do it. It’s endearing.”

[shaisuki]

hiii!! I hope you’re still doing the bullies! miya twins and suna :)

But i was wondering if Kita knows about the trio bullying manager chubby! reader? If not, what will happen if Kita finds out about the bullying? I really wanna see the devilish trio get scolded the shit out of them by their so called ‘Mr. Perfect’ captain…

Though, If you’re not really interested in my request, I don’t mind at all!! It’s your choice after all :)!! Take care of yourself Shai hehe<33

- ☆ anon

absolutely. kita knows all the stuff happening inside and out of the volleyball team including the members. just because he didn't speak and tight-lipped about it doesn't mean he'll turn a blind eye about.

trouble follows the twins since they first stepped in the gym and suna is also a trouble that got swept up with the trio and it worsens since you arrived as the manager.

starting as the teasings. what deemed as a harmless comment regarding to your body and the pranks they usually put you on. intervention should have been summoned but the others were too much of a coward or finding it to be useless since it was the three and those three were stubborn as fuck and kita decided is enough is enough when he sees you tearing up while mopping the floors after practice.

kita didn't offer you any words nor actions of comfort. he only look at your snivelling form and a determination to stop the harassment once and for all without it showing to everyone's faces.

they may have rejoiced too long about what they were doing. it didn't matter cause no one said anything especially their captain's. they should have know cause kita's gaze at them is unforgiving without a trace in those gray irises of his. there's no way they are going to leave the locker rooms unscathed.

atsumu gulps. sweat dripping and rolling from his head to his nape. a cold shiver straight down in his spine. osamu's bothered by the silence covering the whole room. best to describe as calm before the storm and suna's not doing good.

“it's not my position....” kita begins and there was it. this is the day they won't forget about kita shinsuke. his voice were monotone but it sure did it's number to leave some soul crushing damage on them. “the team values you as you three are needed for it's victory. it doesn't mean you'll go such lengths such as harassment to our manager. she's just as important as you three.” so it was all about you. they know you didn't open your mouth to kita since well their captain was known to observe every single little detail of everyone. a god's gift it was. ”respect her like how you wanted to respect yourself and it won't be bad if you three will act like your own age. childish actions are not needed for this team to thrive. if you want to act as one do it anywhere except for the court.” that's what their captain said before leaving. kita sure did know where to hit and they were able to follow his words.

after that they didn't bother you unless it was important. it stayed like that until their captain, kita shinsuke graduated.

[ermespop]

i've had these thoughts for sooooooo long and its- i think is just chef kiss y'know?

kita shinsuke. kita mr perfect shinsuke. kita meticulous way of cleaning the changing room shinsuke. kita higher than average grades shinsuke. kita hard work shinsuke. kita exemplar senpai shinsuke.

but also.

kita shinsuke. kita wild group of friends shinsuke. kita clumsy shinsuke. kita shy when in love shinsuke. kita shinsuke, who gets as sleep high as everyone else when late into night but for some reason is still awake. and even tho atsumu and suna share their dumb, outta pocket late night thoughts, and he tells them to get sleep, he can't help but ponder those dum *ss late night thoughts and have some of his own

postin this in honor of @loveephia and her kitaphilic followers

[fawn-eyed-girl]

Onigiri for Nothing, Kisses for Free

An OsaKita birthday story for @shade-without-color!

Hi everyone! And a very happy birthday to my friend Shade! I know how much you like OsaKita, so I hope you enjoy this little story!

Summary:

Osamu has a boyfriend, and Atsumu’s annoyed, but not for the reasons you might think.

Or: Atsumu can’t believe his brother gives someone other than him free food.

A little preview below the cut!

It’s another Saturday night at Onigiri Miya, and the MSBY Black Jackals are occupying several tables in the corner of the tiny shop. Their bodies are bulging with muscles and with food, and their voices are loud and boisterous. 

They’re celebrating another victory, but Miya Atsumu, starting setter for the team and twin brother of the founder of Onigiri Miya, can’t concentrate on the celebration.

He’s too busy watching the counter at the back of the shop, where Osamu is standing, making a custom plate of onigiri for one Kita Shinsuke, former Inarizaki captain. And when Osamu places the plate in front of Kita, and Kita takes out his wallet to pay, Osamu waves his hand away, as if the food is going to be free. Kita blushes, and Osamu smiles at him before handing him several napkins.

Again. Mr. Perfect Kita is receiving free food again.

[sugawarassoulmate]

thinkin about that hate sex with kita idea... what if? delinquent reader x mr perfect kita. like he's on their nerves bc How is He so Good at Everything! and reader is on his nerves bc they r so crass and impolite

i bet he is like "u only get dick if u learn to ask politely" n reader is like is like "i hate u" but he doesn't give in until they're reduced to begging + absolutely has a potty mouth during sex which makes reader flustered and he is all "i thought talking like u would make u more comfortable" + kita being "i can fix them" basically

kita being "i can fix them" and reader being "i can make them worse" skskkss

no but i LOVE THIS omg

words: 679 cw: fem!reader, hate sex, fingering, begging degradation, crying, minors dni

you hated kita and he hated you. so why are you underneath him in the club room, moaning into your hand while he has three fingers buried deep within your cunt?

"wish ya made more noises like this," he coos, keeping your legs spread as he hovers over you. "they're much cuter than ya usually say."

"shut up," you whine, hands balled into fists as you try to fight off the urge to cum. you want his cock and from how hard he is in his shorts, you know he wants it too. but he's being so annoying about it.

brown eyes stare down at you, keeping you pinned to the floor. "if ya want more, ya know what to do," kita says, the pads of his fingers reaching deeper until you can feel your legs twitching. "if ya want me to take care of ya, ya need to beg."

god, you hate him so much. you could easily get off on just his fingers but it's not enough. just suck up your pride, this is only happening once. you think to yourself.

"please..." you mumble, interrupted by a whine when kita's hand speeds up.

but he's such a dick about it, leaning close to your ear. "hmm? could ya repeat that fer me? please what?"

you could cry. you've never felt so much hate in your heart for someone as the way you do now. kita shinsuke is the worst person in your eyes and yet...

"i want your cock, shin! please fuck me. please, please, please!" you're grabbing his arms, pulling him closer as the pleas keep falling from your lips.

kita hums, "that wasn't so hard, yeah?" fucking asshole. he pulls down his shorts just enough to free his cock, stroking himself as he stretches you out a bit more sinking into the warmth of your cunt.

you hate how amazing it feels, how you can feel him deep within your womb. you hate it, you hate it—it's so good.

"gettin' fucked here on the floor, what if someone sees ya?" kita breathes, setting a steady rhythm after taking a few seconds to get used to your walls around him. "sayin' ya hate me so much but ya let me stretch this slutty cunt, hm?"

you've never heard him speak like that before, so vulgar. usually, kita's the one scoffing whenever you speak like that, saying girls should never speak so crass. but hearing him calling you all those awful names just turns you on even more.

"yer gettin' wetter, ya like it when i call ya names, hm?" kita's strong arms push your thighs to your chest as he slams his hips into you. "fuckin' pathetic girls like ya don't deserve such a thick cock treatin' ya so nicely."

your body betrays you, reacting heavily to kita's words. you're wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him to shut him up, but the smile you feel against your lips still pisses you off.

"whinin' like a bitch in heat, ya gonna cum?" he growls between kisses feeling how you tighten around him.

"shut up, you're so fucking—fuck," your insults are cut off by the intensity of your orgasm, nails digging into kita's skin as the shockwaves travel through your body. "so good, so good, fuuuuck,"

kita grunts, fucking you through your orgasm until it passes. you're blissed out, sensitive, sweet. he could cum in you, fill you up until you're dumb and leaking, but he knows what'll piss you off even more.

he savors your sweet cunt for a few more thrusts before pulling out and jerking himself off until ropes of his seed shoot out and make a mess between your thighs.

"are you fuckin-"

"relax, i'm gonna clean ya up," he shushes, grabbing a damp towel to wipe you down. kita won't say it, but you're so pretty with tears staining your eyes—slightly glazed over from how hard you came.

such a pretty girl, he thinks. maybe if he treats you with his cock more, you'll be nicer to him.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞  𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐅𝐢𝐜

Cast(s): Actress!Reader & Actor!Suna Rintarou

Warning(s): Swearing, a bit suggestive at the end, reader is using she/her pronouns, girls in pics are just for references, all of these pictures aren't mine (I just edited some of them)

A/n: This is the longest insta au I've ever made. Bcs I just discovered that you can upload more than 10 images on tumblr's web. But I hope it's not boring tho😭

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Academy Award winning couple Y/N L/N and Rintarou Suna have become one of our favorite celebrity couples; the two have been secretly dating for three years. The reason behind it is because, according to Y/N, she wasn't so sure about their relationship at the beginning.

She admits her initial concerns about dating the Japanese actor. “I was scared. I never dated anyone ever since I started my career. Which means, I’ve been single for almost a decade,” she confesses. “I had this thought like, ‘Are we going to get paparazzi’ed all the time? Should I be worried? What about our job and friendship? Am I not being professional?’”

L/N tells Vogue how grateful she is to have a boyfriend that understands how she felt and always supports her no matter what. However, as times goes by, she is letting the cat out of the bag since she doesn’t feel anxious anymore about “what people may say”.

Y/N also reveals that working with Rintarou makes her feel comfortable and one of the best things she has ever experienced. “I can not imagine anyone could replace him as my co-star. Besides, we’ve been friends for a year and have worked together as Coach brand ambassador.”

Then, the (H/C)-haired actress describes her relationship is as beautiful as daylight. Love to her is “golden”, it’s save, warm, and peaceful. “He doesn’t really enjoy going out too much. He loves to stay at home and feels secure. So when we have a free time, we just cuddling while watching a film,” she shares. “The rest? I’m just gonna keep that one a secret.”

Another a/n: Pls keep in mind that I’m not a journalist or whatever. So if the “article” is cringe or not good enough, I’m sorry lol.

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[aerotunee]

HOW DATING THEM WOULD BE LIKE

hq ; sakusa kiyoomi, kita shinsuke, iwaizumi hajime, miya osamu

part 2 here!

his sight never deceits him, and as denial struck him, the way his heart beats from staring into your eyes always proves sakusa wrong.

with how his clothes seems a tad softer when you're the one who wears it, letting you to show off around his teammates. how they will call you "the one" for him because they swore they get to see him soften around more once he is with you.

he likes to be very close to you, with all those quiet, little words he spoke to you, leaning very close to your ear, not wanting anyone but you to listen to his wishes.

your fingers playfully curl around his soft hair while he holds you close, his gaze is nothing but affection whenever it looks at you.

others may say that you put him under a spell, but it's always just that kiyoomi yearns to have a partner to wake up to. to have a partner who can make his house feel a lot more like home. to have a partner he can have a laugh with.

for that, his heart is all yours to keep.

"just how more perfect kita can be?" is what other people ask about him, but the second you decide to stick around, you realize how wrong they are.

because behind all the mr. perfect act lies a fragile, soft heart, showing sweet, loving affection that are bound for you to see.

how he brew your tea or coffee to cheer you up on your bad days. how soft his hands rub around your shoulders and/or back to soothe you. how the stern, yet soothe voice, and heart warming words of his fall to your senses.

his grandma greets you with open arms as if you're family, and tells you the many rants Shinsuke went on and on about how lovely you are.

and that, he'll always be able to proudly call you his partner, especially to his families. he'll keep a secret album to put every cherished milestones in your relationship. he listens to you, relishing your relationship with joy, a refreshing breath of air filled within your lungs.

"he can't be more perfect than how he already is" you answer for yourself,

"and I can't be more than happy to be with you, my dear..."

iwaizumi is a men who knows how to keep his act and words cool.

it shows with how he took long measures to keep promises with you. it shows with how strong his hold on you, as to never let harm get its way to you. it shows with how he keep on smiling for you, even if he had a bad day.

you are his prized possession, with the way he looks at you softly despite his rough features, with the way he sways your hips into little dancing session and got carried away into each other's presence, he treats you as fragile diamond, something that is worth everything he got.

you are the royalty, and he is your knight. laying your burdens on him, and he'll be right there, gripping on you tight to let you remember someone that you will have for however and whatever you wish — him.

you know what they say, "never judge a book by its cover," so don't just look at how intimidating his eyes are, don't just look at his resting poker face that can scare even the delinquents of people, because his soft spot can only be triggered by you.

brows immediately lifted up, crinkles loosen up, and frown turned upside down, he ruffles your crown head with a cute grin, "hey babe, got any place in mind for our date today?"

osamu finds the sweet delicates of life with you.

he finds your smile as enticing as ever as you munch on his cookings. He finds his arms always sliding on your back or waist with his hand pulling you closer to him. He finds his day gets a little bit brighter when he hears the bell to his shop only to found you coming to him.

being with him never bores you, and you could never bore him, even when you two just quietly cooking for dinner together, even when you watch the same series on tv all over again, being in each other's presence is already enough for him.

he likes having you to dinner with his family, atsumu teases the life out of you both for being "not lovey dovey enough" but that's just because he hasn't seen the way you made osamu melt in a second.

he likes being able to hold you, especially in his sleep, because good dreams always came from a good feeling, and he got those feelings when he's with you.

[outgrowings]

its been months already and i still can't believe kita shinsuke can't cook

[honeystwiggypeach]

Thank me!

Kita x Single mom!reader

Summary: After moving to the country-side your daughter’s new babysitter asks if you’d go on a date with her grandson to repay her(really bad summary but it is what happens somewhat!)

Part two!!!

Tw: Minor self deprecating thoughts, overworking yourself(referred to as workaholics), reader has allergies(like pollen type allergies), light mention of skipping lunch due to lack of time, light cursing.

The first time you had met Kita was after you moved to the country side. You had needed a babysitter for your precious two year old daughter Keiko, and thankfully when you told this to your neighbor who you had been chatting with on her porch with your daughter situated on your lap as she poured you a glass of lemonade she quickly offered to babysit her.

“I don’t have much to do anymore.” She tells you letting out a sorrowful sigh, “I used to babysit but they’re all grown now and have moved out of town.” You nod listening to her little stories as she asks you what hours you’d need her to watch Keiko for.

And come Monday you’re right in her driveway dropping your daughter off to the babysitter.

A few days later and Keiko is running out the house to meet you as she babbles random nonsense.

“Oh that’s so nice baby I’m glad you had a good time than” she nods happily as you buckled her into her car seat.

As the weeks pass by Yumie begins to treat you and Keiko more and more like family everyday, and today you get to meet this Shinsuke that Mrs. Yumie had told you about. He watched you from the porch frantically search the car for something before pulling out a pink stuffed bunny assumably for Keiko who his grandmother had told him so many positive things about until he was certain the toddler could do no wrong. He watched as you face dropped in disappointment when the rain began to pour down right as you reached for the door handle and watched as you almost cried at the timing.

Your day had been shit, you woke up with horrible allergies but you can’t really afford to take a vacation day if you want to bring Keiko on a vacation, so you go into work sick and lucky for you the one time you close your eyes due to your pressure headache, your boss is right behind you and decides that if this is happening all the time he doesn’t know if your a good fit for the job and after much begging and promising that the job is perfect for you he finally left you alone when it was time for your lunch break only to discover you forgot your lunch, so instead you decided to go and grab lunch from a small cafe but instead you ended up passing a little boutique where you saw the cutest little stuffed animal but the time you spent searching for one besides the display one costed you your whole lunch break, but you thought it would have been worth the cute little smile and giggles Keiko would give you so whatever you ended up having a snack from your purse that you found anyways so it worked itself out as you continued your shitty day!

But now you were tired and you just wanted to curl up with your baby but the rain was making it impossible to do so without getting completely drenched and it’s making yoh want to cry because you just want to relax and hold her tight because you miss your daughter and of course it starts ducking pouring the moment you try and get out the car.

You run your hand down your face jumping slightly when you hear a few taps on your door to see a gray haired man with black tips on his hair shifting his weight from side to side as he stands with his coat above his head by your door. Quickly you open your door getting under his coat as he shifts it to fully cover you sacrificing his dry clothes to keep you dry, he probably has another shirt in his grandmother’s house anyways(he does not.)

Once the two of you get on the porch you give him a small thank you as he blushes slightly but your convincing yourself it’s cause he just got rained on.

He opens the door quickly shutting it behind you as Keiko comes rushing out of the kitchen as you settle her onto your hip.

“Hi my angel” you whisper quietly to her as she smiles rubbing her cheek against your own.

You pull back and she pours a bit before you show her the plushy and her eyes light up in excitement at the new toy.

“Thank you” she whispers in her little toddler voice.

You coo at her a bit as you pepper kisses all across her face while going to see Yumie who is sat at her kitchen table while she picks at her grandson lovingly.

“I see he helped you out of the rain” she says motioning to your dry clothes before her eyes go back to Shinsuke who stands in the kitchen dripping water onto her floor.

“I told you to go get a towel!” She tells him before he rushes off to the bathroom.

She laughs softly before noticing the way your eyes follow him out of the room, “he’s handsome isn’t he?” She asks lightly teasing you when you get a nervous and begin tripping over your own words.

“No!” You try to defend yourself but now it sounds offensive, “I mean he is but you know like-“you’re cut off by Yumie as she stares at you.

“Are you sick right now?” She asks about to stand up.

“No ma’am horrible allergies” you tell her quietly as Keiko stares up at you pointing to all the patterns on the fabric of the rabbits ear.

“Ah” she hums for a moment getting up and going over to the stove before boiling a kettle of water, “my allergies used to be bad when I was younger.” She recalls getting a fond look in her eyes as she begins telling you stories of her youth like some of her friends others how she met her late husband.

Before you know it she’s setting a cup of tea with honey mixed into it in front of you as she tells you about how it’s good for allergies.

The simple gesture makes you want to burst out crying, today had been stressful but you didn’t think you’d overworked yourself enough for tears!

She puts her hand over yours in a comforting manner as your eyes fill with tears.

After a few seconds you breath in, “I just don’t know how I could ever thank you enough” you let out a shaky laugh and she pauses seriously considering.

“You could always thank me by going on a date with Shinsuke” she says like she hadn’t just offered to set you up with one of the prettiest men you’ve ever seen.

You glance to the corner of the room letting out a few giggles at her comment before seeing the man himself standing at the entrance to the kitchen blushing like crazy as he stares at his grandmother.

Never before had she tried to set him up with anyone. She never approved of any past girlfriends he had broughten to meet her always insisting they weren’t the ones for him, and she’d always be right like some sick sixth sense she always knew that the girls wouldn’t be Shinsuke’s forever person and she hadn’t been wrong before. That’s why he finds it so shocking that she’s trying to set the two of you up, obviously she must think pretty highly of you if she’s offering to set the two of you up, even if she is joking(she’s not also probably not the first time she’s offered to get you a date with him😭)

“Oh, why not?” She asks sadly and the two of you immediately loose all the will to insist not to that you had in you, “it doesn’t even have to be romantic! The two of you are both workaholics! It’d be nice if you two could both take a little break from work focus on yourselfs! Plus it’s be a nice chance for you two to get to know eachother!” She tells you and you look to Kita nervously, how would he react maybe he’d be beyond disgusted and harshly reject you before you could even say anything.

He gives a small shrug looking down at you, “I don’t see why not, I know a nice little restaurant we could go if you’d like” he offers giving you a chance to back out.

You nod softly asking about the time and date and before you know it your walking out of your daughter’s babysitter’s house with a date!

But when the day comes you find yourself incredibly nervous, in between setting up the date and the actual date you had several more encounters with Shinsuke. One of the more recent he had been sitting on the wooden swing on the porch as Yumie sat in her rocker as Kita gently swished the swing back and forth as Keiko laid her head against his chest as she slept. Her little chubby cheeks being squished up as she used one hand to clutch his shirt and the other to hold onto the ear of her plush rabbit you had bought.

You smile fondly as you think of the memory while finishing getting ready. You had exchanged numbers with Shinsuke quite some time ago and he told you all you needed to know about the date quickly putting out any concerns you had about dress codes and what not.

Once you pulled into Yumie’s drive way Shinsuke was already out on the porch sitting on the swing getting up to help you get Keiko’s bag as you parked.

Yumie had insisted that Keiko could spend the night, telling you that even if the date happened to go horribly wrong she’d still love to have Keiko over, telling you all about how she missed babysitting her grandkids like this during their summers. So you agreed albeit nervously, Keiko had never spent the night away from you and you hadn’t spent the night from her since she was born and you aren’t sure you’ll know what to do with yourself.

Gently Kita lifts a sleeping Keiko from her car seat as she leans against his shoulder, his other arm he holds the over night bag and your quickly going to open the door for him and he smiles softly as you shit the door behind you two watching as he sets Keiko down on the couch gently as he covers her with a blanket putting a pillow on the sides of her as he takes care to see that she won’t fall off the couch as soon as the two of you leave.

Once Yumie notices the two of you have settled Keiko onto the couch she’s quickly telling the two of you to hurry and go to your date before your late, for what you’re not sure because you didn’t think it was a restaurant you had to make reservations at, maybe it was?

Turns out it wasn’t the restaurant Yumie was warning the two of you about being late for it was a drive in movie that she had over heard the cashiers at the grocery store talking about last time she went grocery shopping.

The two of you sat in the tailgate of his truck after he pulled out a few blankets folding them up enough to build a softer seat thaf the two of you shared and watched the movie. By the time he drove you back to Yumie’s house you were dead tired enough to fall asleep in the truck.

Maybe that’s why Yumie has insisted on Keiko sleeping over and maybe she was also right about needing a break from work because when you woke up the next morning on one of Yumie’s couches with Keiko sleeping practically in your back you felt like you had the best sleep of your life.

You rubbed your eyes tiredly as you gently moved Keiko to lay on top of you so it was more comfortable for her as you looked around the living room noticing Shinsuke asleep on the couch on the other side of the room as one of his legs hangs off the couch.

You smile fondly before gently slipping out from underneath Keiko to find Yumie in the kitchen smiling softly as you as you sit at the table.

“How’d it go?” She asks quietly knowing the two were sleeping.

“I think it went really well” you say quietly but apparently not quiet enough as you hear a few quiet cries from Keiko but before you can get up to check on her you see her run across the living room to a sleeping Shinsuke, causing you to get up quickly to try and tell her not to wake him up or anything but by the time you get into the living room she’s curled up against Shinsuke’s chest as he pats her back lightly giving you a soft smile when he sees your eyes relax at the sight.

I will gladly write a part two if anyone is interested!! Will also probably post this on ao3! I’m working on a part two currently and may possibly write a part three since I have ideas for it!!(should probably just turn it into a series, I’ll do a Kita series when I get an idea one day!!)the pat two should come out sometime this week(possibly today or tomorrow!!)

Also I have a prompt list so here’s the link for that if you’d like tk check it out! I haven’t gotten any requests yet so all the prompts are open!!!

[tonytonwy]

a change in ritual

kita s. x f!reader

summary: where you reminisce on your exchange in Japan and how you inevitably fell in love with Kita Shinsuke.

Somewhere in the world, early in the morning.

"Jeez y/n, you really need a good routine!" Your friend scolds you as you huff, just making it in time before the doors shut. You lower the volume on your phone; ABBA's great singing become background noise as your friend makes her usual disappointed face. You really needed to stop waking up in the last ten minutes of the morning before you had to run, you were in your last year of high school for god sakes. "Have you ever actually had a planned routine in the morning?"

Her question is as sarcastic as ever, rightfully annoyed with the amount of times you've slept in but it immediately reminds you of a certain boy with silver hair, soft brown eyes and dewy skin, a devoted grandma who adored you as if you were her own blood, a time where you were young and stupid, however not stupid enough to kiss a boy.

"I'll have you know," you say with pride and fondness, "during my exchange in Japan, I had a really good routine over there."

"Right, the same exchange trip where you fell in love?" Her smile is smug and you act like you've been metaphorically shot. It was an amazing experiences with a lot of a small regrets. I wish I had done that, this, and more. You got over those regrets with time however, the small mourning of an experience you could've had comes every now and then. Even after three years, you can say confidently you've never truly forgotten those bittersweet memories.

"And I hate that I ever told you that." Your friend laughs loudly in the compact train, ignoring every glare towards you two.

"Tell me the story again, I seriously love making fun of your boring, awful, no-fun choices."

Somewhere in Hyōgo prefecture, late in the evening.

"Has yer routine ever been drastically changed?" Kita looks to orange sky filled with purple hues, deep in thought over Aran's question as they walk together. Their walks became less talking and more 'interviewing Kita Shinsuke', which he didn't mind, it was great bonding. "Because I feel like nothing could change yer ritual."

Kita gives a small smile, nostalgia filling his head.

"Yes," Kita adjusts his bag, trying to hide the smallest blush on his cheeks, "in the second year of middle school, my routine was quite different to now."

After being with Mr Perfect for three years, Aran could read him a bit better now.

"Tell me," Aran leans in, "did something magical happen in middle school to our captain?"

"Something like that, it was all due to my grandma really." Kita says fondly, "like always."

Somewhere in Hyōgo prefecture, three years ago, February.

You were meant to stay with a loving couple whose son was in Tokyo studying. Keyword; meant to. However, as the gods would intend, things changed, and quickly. 2 days into the exchange and their son decided to move back after hating Tokyo and with no space left, they asked Granny Yumie if she could take you for 6 months. With the programs' and your permission of course, and you were 14, you weren't going to speak up about an issue at all.

"Naturally, 14 is the age of cowards." You glare as your friend interrupts your story before shutting up again.

You felt indebted to Yumie as she gave a big smile and welcomed you into her home as if you were another Kita. You remember meeting Shinsuke perfectly, in the most awkward, 14-year old way. It was a Sunday morning when you entered the old yet cozy house, nervously walking in your 'Anpan Man' socks.

You bump into him as you try to find your room, meeting at a corner. Your foreheads colliding as you drop your bags and you rub your forehead. You were similar heights back then, however you can't help but wonder if he's grown much, is he still a similar height? taller than you? maybe even shorter?

"We love short kings."

"Shut up!"

"I'm so sorry," he appears to have forgotten his pain as his intense eyes just bore into yours, hints of worriedness and embarrassment in them. As his face leans in, you can't help but feel more bashful as you see those brown eyes stare at you, or more like at the red spot on your forehead.

"No, no, it's my fault!" You say in English, too worried to speak Japanese. You scramble back up before he softly moves your hair out of your face however stops and gives a small glance.

"May I?" you can only nod, closing your eyes as he softly touches the bump forming. You don't know where this prince came from but you weren't sure if your heart could handle living him. You both jolt as Yumie appears, right next to you.

"Ah, Shin-chan, yer back already," Yumie says cheerfully, "I see ya met y/n-chan."

"Yes, we've had a small accident though," he's still touching your head and you only hope your face isn't too red for him to notice.

"Ah, colliding heads already? Here I thought ya two would along great." She says while giving a small laugh, also moving your hair away to check the bump.

"I'm fine honestly, some ice and it'll go away." You say while giving a sheepish smile, you didn't want be a bother.

"Water?" They both say, confused before you now feel your face noticeably heat up as you messed up. You quickly realize had forgotten the word for ice in Japanese.

"Ah, cold water?" you question, feeling like an idiot. You see how Shinsuke gives a small smile, humour in his eyes over your cute mistake.

"Ah, Ice, Kōri." His English pronunciation is essentially perfect and you feel a sense of relief as at least you had him as a helper in case you didn't understand something.

"Please write a fanfic over your life."

"The Suzuki's are gettin' an exchange student today, she's meant to arrive soon."

Kita himself remembers the day you arrive perfectly. He was walking with his grandma and his sister around the fruit produce section in the grocery store. He nods at his grandma's words, she always knew the latest information in the town.

"Ah, an exchange student comin' to Hyōgo?" His sister ponders, twirling her hair, her confidence growing as a new high school student at Fueneku. "That's strange."

"Well, speak of the devil," his eyes whip to where his grandma is pointing at, you with the Suzuki's, smiling and bowing as they buy food. You're wearing a loose t-shirt with a black puffer jacket, jeans and some black boots. Your hair is slightly damp and cheeks flushed with the sudden rain that arrived to the town.

He was not one to stare but he can't help it, it's not because you're a foreigner. He honestly is not sure why his eyes can't leave you but your smile must be one of the reasons as you give a big smile to the host family. The Suzuki's laugh at something you say, making you blush profusely, you must've messed up a Japanese word, Kita stupidly wonders what you could've said that was so funny.

"Did you find out what she said?"

"Apparently when they asked her what activities she wanted to do, she said Baikingu instead of Saikuringu."

"Well, she sure is pretty, right Granny?" His sister subtly points to her brother as both women look at his 'awed' face. Yumie nods, giving a big smile, she knew that look from anywhere. That was the same look her husband gave to her when they first met, the glance her son gave to her now daughter-in-law. She felt blessed by the gods to witness her grandson's lovestruck moment as Shinsuke slightly clenches his fists.

He had seen pretty girls, on television, in his middle school, even his classmates. But, there was just something about the air around you that made Kita want to know you better.

He wonders if you're going to be in his class.

"Why dontcha' talk to her Shin-chan?" Yumie lightly pushes her grandson, who fumbles before walking back behind Yumie, as if hiding behind his tiny grandma would hide his slightly pink cheeks.

"m' okay."

"Is that all?" Aran asks, clearly not impressed with the story.

"There is more," Kita says, trying to exactly remember everything in chronological order.

"I'm Kita Yurie, but feel free to call me Yuri. I'm 15 and my English isn't the best but I will try my best to make ya feel at home!" Kita mentally checks his sister's introduction; friendly, good information and cheerful ending. He just needed to do something similar or better.

"I'm Kita Shinsuke, I am 13, turning 14. My English is good so if ya have any questions, please ask me," he bows and feels his eyebrow slightly twitch when Yurie snorts.

"I'm Shōsuke! But ya can call me Shō, I'm 8! I think yer cute!" Kita chokes on his spit for a quick second, as does Yurie. You seem to understand what cute is in Japanese as you give an embarrassed laugh to his little brother's introduction.

"Love triangle?" You can only glare at your stupid friend and her stupid comments.

"You're disgusting."

"Thank you for the great introductions, uhm," you look to the ground before staring back at everyone, however your eye-contact with Shinsuke only lasting less than a second before you pull. You felt nervous, his gaze was quite intense and while you knew it wasn't a glare, you were scared to mess up your introduction.

"I'm l/n y/n, I'm turning 14 and thank you so much for everything. please treat me nicely," you bow and feel your breathe quicken with anxiety.

"Great introduction" Kita's voice cracks and he has a composed face but he wants to die as Yurie starts laughing. However, you just give him a smile, eyes grateful for his compliment.

"Oh my god, I can already hear yer sister's evil laugh."

"I know, it stays in yer head."

"Thank you, Shinsuke." You bow, your face heating up as you quickly realize you called him by his name and this is your 'first time' meeting. Kita tries to not blush as well, wondering if you did that on purpose.

It's Monday morning when Yurie lightly wakes you up, you barely slept from excitement of starting middle school in Japan. You check yourself out in Yurie’s long mirror; the sailor uniform, fresh and ironed perfectly. You walk to the dining room where everyone is having breakfast.

“Ah, sorry,” you sit down, next to Yurie and Shinsuke, who just shrug nonchalantly. You notice how upright he sits, and you subconsciously straighten your back.

“Don’t worry, dear. Sleep well?” Granny Yumie passes you plates of food, miso, rice, egg, and more. It’s almost overwhelming how much food she has given you but you notice how Shōsuke gobbles down his food, before his older brother tells him off.

“Uh, I was a bit excited so I’m not sure if I slept enough.” You yawn and she gives a small laugh, you notice how Kita is staring at you, like he wants to ask you something.

“Do ya like the miso?” You nod to Yurie, who gives a smug look to Shinsuke. You bring the warm miso to your face, inhaling the strong smell and steam. He quietly eats his natto, he wonders if he should cook miso soup more often.

“It smells delicious,” you notice the white blocks and Shinsuke smiles as he sees yours eyes brighten. “Oh my god, I love tofu.”

“I’ll show ya around Fueneko, it’s not too big so I don’t think you’ll get lost.” You slightly jolt as he talks, his voice somewhat deep with sleep and a morning fruitiness that makes you feel warm. The uniform pants are big on him, he still needs to grow into it but the white sleeves are rolled up, revealing lean muscle of a new teenager. You wonder if he plays any sports, what’s the uniform like on him, could you watch any of his games?

“Are we in the same class?,” you say while eating the soft, cushiony egg, “I would love to have a friend in my first class.”

“Let’s hope,” his soft smile reminds you of the rice paddies on a sunny day.

The three of you walk quietly, Yurie in the middle as she asks you a million questions about your country, culture, and customs. You try to answer the best way however she would occasionally correct your Japanese, Shinsuke seems content with just listening.

“Well, this is my stop,” you look in awe at the highschool, the metal gates thick and slightly old. “If Shin-chan does anything disrespectful, immediately tell me!”

Shinsuke gives a deadpan stare to his sister, who just laughs. He was used to his sister’s teasing by now, it was nothing new. However, it annoyed him when you were there to witness his pain.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” you say while laughing, waving bye to Yurie.

You both walk, together but there is an air of awkwardness, a tension that isn’t quite describable. You’re not sure what to say, to ask or to do however, you decide to mutter something, anything at this point.

"What songs do you like?"

“Do you have any worries?”

You both stare at each other for a second before you both laugh, walking past the river, full of rain water and ducks enjoying the rare February sun.

“Sorry,” he says instinctively, he should’ve guessed you were going to say something

“No, it’s completely fine! Honestly, please feel more relaxed around me, Kita.” He lets his shoulder down, not realising how tense he was before. You avoid a puddle, slightly going in his way. “So, what songs do you like?”

He’s never really thought of it, music. He knows his grandma loves singing a few songs while cleaning but it felt more like white noise than anything else.

"I listen to anythin’ on the radio but I really like 'Sukiyaki' by Kyu Sakamoto." It was one of the most famous songs in Japan, he couldn’t go wrong with that answer.

"Is it an old song?" He feels his cheeks slightly heat up in embarrassment, ah, he forgot how ancient it was.

"Yeah, do ya dislike old songs?" You shake your head violently, giving a worried face.

"I love old songs! Have you heard of ABBA?" He shakes his head in subtle regret, his grandma liked a few of their songs but he had never actually heard one of their songs.

You get your headphones out, hesitantly passing it to Kita. "Would you like to listen to one of their songs? I promise it's good."

He hopes you don't notice the slight shake in his hands when you pass it to him. You hope he doesn't notice your loud heartbeat and red face as your fingers slightly touch with his.

He likes the guitar at the beginning, the singer's voice is soothing against the piano. He thinks the scenery of Hyogo fits the song, cheerful with a soft piano, it seems like a song his Grandma would like. He suddenly wishes he knew an instrument, do you play any instruments? Would he be more cool in your eyes if he played the guitar?

You side-eye him, wondering if this song was good enough to show him. He looks at stoic as ever but as the singer reaches a high pitch, you see his eyes slightly shine.

Ah, so he can make those faces as well.

Kita Shinsuke was never incredibly fond of music but as the beat drops, he feels the need to sing. He sees how you can't help yourself as you softly sing the lyrics while nodding your head, staring at the scenery of Hyōgo. Your hands tightly holding your school bag, however your fingers playing the notes.

He thinks you're gorgeous.

He feels his own head bobbing to the beat, his fingers moving with the clear piano's beats and his heart slightly beating faster as he has this quiet realization.

"This is my favourite part," you say as the song comes to and end and the piano's tune becomes louder. He can't help but smile at your goofiness as you act you're the one playing piano. His head nods along, staring at Fueneko Middle School from afar, he feels a sense of disappoint begin in his stomach, he swears the walk is usually longer.

"Did you like it?" Your voice is uneasy, you knew ABBA wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea but you had hope that Kita somehow likes them.

He's so close to saying something stupid like I like your voice singing it or I like it but your imaginary piano skills more or simply you're pretty, your smile, cheeks, laugh are so pretty, it beats any song.

But Kita isn't stupid, he's a rational 13-year old boy.

"Pretty." You were unaware of Kita’s 14-year-old heartbeat thumping, however he was just as oblivious to your red ears. You almost forget he's talking about the song and not you.

Okay, he's a bit stupid sometimes.

"Okay, it's your turn now, tell me a song," you lean to him, showing your phone. He freaks out, in all honesty, he has zero knowledge of music and wonders how he can surprise you. You try to not overthink your choices, were you leaning too much? Was he uncomfortable? Maybe he wanted you to go away before his friend came?

“Kita!” You both turn, seeing a boy with a shaved head, waving his arm frantically while jogging towards you guys. He’s tall and got a big smile to his face and while he is classically handsome, you immediately think, but Kita is more handsome.

“Who’s he?”

“My captain,” you nod your head, “I play volleyball.”

“Ah, how cool.” Your compliment makes him want to play a match just so you can see how cool he looks, he wants to receive a hard spike. Kita knew that the process was more important that results but he wanted to show you his hard work. He’s not sure he’s ever felt this proud over a simple compliment. Kita Shinsuke was confident, but not an attention seeker ever.

However, he really wants your attention on him.

Your head already imagines it, Kita in his uniform, waving at you from the court. You try to not romanticise the idea of it, of living with a handsome boy who’s your age, but it’s kind-of impossible.

You feel excited for the next few months.

He feels lucky, that he’s the one to show everything about Japan.

Present time

“Wow," Aran sounds shocked, "I can't believe ya experienced that, I’m kinda jealous."

"It was," he almost struggles to find the correct word, "simply amazin’, it's very nostalgic talkin’ about her."

"Yeah, what did it feel like? Being with her?" This conversation disproves every ‘Kita is a robot’ theory as Aran notices Kita’s eye crinkle with something new, different, maybe some sadness? Aran isn’t too sure himself.

"It just felt good, as if all the perseverance, and diligence I had done were accomplished with just talking to her. Helpin’ her felt like I had done all my chores and ticked all my checklists."

“It sounds like right person, wrong time. But damn, not even a subtle confession?" Aran whistles, it was a bit of a disappointing story, after all, from all the J-dramas he’s watched with his mum, the confession scene is one of the most anticipated and adored moments of a show.

"No," Kita plays with the strap of his gym bag, "unfortunately not."

"Well" Aran puts a hand on Kita’s shoulders, “you never know when she’ll appear!”

Kita smiles, looking at the sunset go down, he wonders if his sister still has your information. While he agreed with Inarizaki’s flag, we don’t need the memories; for looking forward, with your head up high into the future was always the best choice.

He couldn’t help but reminisce the memories he had with you.

"I still can't believe you didn't kiss him!" Your friend groans, as if she didn't know the outcome of the story you've told her like 10 times already. "Surely more stuff happened, right?"

"What do you mean by that?" You ask, feeling your heart race and face warm up.

"Not like that idiot!" Your friend laughs again, "you've only told me this story though, and you lived with him for 6 months."

"Ah," your smile is dead giveaway and before she can ask any questions, you look away, "Yeah, I have more stories."

"Well, come on," you guys walk out of the station, the cold air hitting your faces. The tip of your nose immediately being covered by your scarf.

"I need to be drunk to tell you more stories," your friend laughs before lightly pushing you. You were grateful she wasn't too pushy about Kita, after all, talking about him felt like an intimate story in itself. He wasn't someone you wanted to brag about nor bring the spotlight to. He was someone you whispered about, as if afraid to forget the memories with him, someone you held close to your heart despite the fact it has been 4 years. You thought that memories were something that everyone needed; it’s a reminder of hard times, unforgettable moments and unique experiences.

"Well, give me a hint, feed my imagination a bit."

"Mhmm, well I could tell you about when we fell into a lake together," you see how her face drops, "or when stayed up late and just looked at the stars, or maybe-"

"Okay, how does this Friday sound?"

note: AH I LOVE THIS MAN smmmm, i have so many ideas for this trope or au, maybe other characters, i wanna thank for the amazing inspo from a great mutual:))) who wants to remain anonymous but you know who you are.

[kuroos-babie]

haikyuu captains as full-time househusbands

INCLUDES: daichi, kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, ushijima, kita

sawamura daichi

the type of husband to wake up early to prepare your breakfast AND a bento lunch

packs it well complete with carbs, protein, and veggies— also a piece of fruit or something sweet

goodbye kisses by the doorway before you leave for work 🥺

spends most of his down time watching cooking videos to get new ideas for your next bento lunch

your pantry and fridge never goes out of stock, mans love to go grocery shopping

in conclusion, you never have to worry about going hungry while daichi's around 😌✋

kuroo tetsuro

sprints to the front door when he hears you walk in

hugs you the moment you're within reach and will hold you for a few moments, swaying from side to side

"welcome back, let me get your stuff"

probably already prepared a bath for you and asks what you want to have for dinner before telling you to shower

takes time to give you massages or foot rubs— or just cuddle, whichever you need to recharge and relax

spends his down time reading books and randomly hits you with the trivia he's read

bokuto koutaro

this man 😀

cannot stay in the house for too long even if his life depended on it

he's like a puppy that needs to channel his energy somewhere

so he's usually out running errands for you

every morning he sits in the kitchen as you list all the things he needs to do for the day— eyes sleepy and arms resisting the urge to reach out and wrap around your waist but he just CAN'T 😩

"kou, my blouse will get wrinkled"

a bit clumsy with housework but it's fine

also putting in the effort to learn how to cook decent meals for you!!

he's trying his best 😔✋

oikawa tooru

he takes very good care of you 🥺💗

and by that i mean pampers you bath and beauty products— spa nights are common for you two

kisses and waves goodbye from the doorway looking all cute with his doggy apron and house slippers

don't be fooled tho, this man cannot cook

tries to follow recipes but always messes it up some way or another

burned soup once but we don't talk about that 🤐

ushijima wakatoshi

does not wait for you at home

picks you up from work 100% of the time and either takes you out for dinner or go grocery shopping with you

this is because he can't cook as well 😀

he's secretly taking cooking classes though so watch out for his culinary debut!!

very neat and keeps the house tidy by regularly doing chores

loves lounging on the couch with you when you get home and spending weekends outside

kita shinsuke

THIS MAN‼️😩

perfect househusband 10/10 would recommend

he does the cooking, he does the cleaning all while being THAT pretty

regrows vegetables and has his own little garden— he uses them for cooking and sometimes shares some with the neighbors

your house always smells so fresh because of him and his plant babies

being kita's wife means coming home to a clean house and delicious dinner everyday

would probably like to have a pet cat to keep him company while you're away 🥺 pls let him have one

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[wisteria-clouds14]

Timeskip!Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

Notes: This is my first one shot, I haven’t written basically anything in years, and I wrote this after having almost no sleep. But I hope this is okay!! I love this man to death if you couldn’t tell :((

Contains: Kita x reader; she/her pronouns; f l u f f; the reader is a professional volleyball player after attending Inarizaki

Breathing? I didn’t even know what that was at this point. All eyes were on me as I stepped up to serve. I felt a drop of sweat roll down my back, knowing that I had to get this to be perfect, my team was counting on it. My team was at match point, we had won the last two sets, now I just had to make all of their hard work count for at least something. Before I served, I looked in the crowd, hoping to lock eyes with a certain someone. Relief washed over me as I locked eyes with him. Pretty much the very reason I’m still here. It was my best friend and boyfriend, Shinsuke Kita. Next to him stood four other figures, my best friends that I’d also made when I moved to Japan. Osamu, Atsumu, Aran, and Rintarō. They all had smiles on their faces as they cheered for me, and Shin offered me a rare but genuine smile as he nodded slightly. That gave me the courage I needed.

I took a deep breath, exhaling before I finally served. The rest of the game seemed to go by in a blur, a desperate attempt to win. Luckily, everything sufficed. The cries we let out when we realized that we had won the set ripped across the court. I had tears streaming down my face as I sobbed, the feeling of happiness drowning me as I ran to my teammates. I hugged them tight, them holding me tight in return as we all laughed and cried. After our little group crying session, I finally realized that most of the stadium was cheering and screaming for us. Most importantly, my best friends were absolutely going nuts from the stands.

Soon enough, we lined up in front of the net and shook the opposing teams hands, constant ‘great game’s coming from both sides. We lined up, and bowed to each other.

“Thank you for the game!” Was what could be heard from everyone. Once everything was done, my teammates friends and family were allowed to come down to see them. As I grabbed my water from the bench, I let out a yelp when I felt two people pretty much bombard me with hugs. I knew immediately that it was Osamu and Atsumu.

“Ya did so well!! I’m so proud of ya!” Came from Atsumu, who I noticed was crying. I’d tease him about this for a while.

“We’re both proud of ya! ‘Tsumu just ain’t showing the full picture!” Osamu retorted afterwards.

They didn’t bicker too much after that, still hugging me tightly before they let me go. Aran and Rin hugged me as well, which meant a lot since hugs from them were pretty much amazing. Once that was finished, the boys seemed to back off a bit as Shinsuke stepped forward, hugging me tighter than the other four had. I sobbed loudly as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I could hear him whispering to me about how proud he was. What I didn’t notice was that Osamu, Atsumu, Rin, and Aran walked a little ways away, whispering to each other as they watched us with a smile.

After a couple moments of us hugging and swaying lightly back and forth, I pulled away to look at him and held his face in my hands. His soft brown eyes looked at me so gently, so full of love, and his two toned hair was slightly tousled since the twins had apparently shook him around when they were cheering in the stands. The lights from the court made him look so ethereal. I couldn’t believe he was an actual person sometimes.

“I love you so much, Shin. I hope I can make you even prouder.” I said softly so that only he could hear me.

The smile on his face was so gentle, so loving. It almost made me start crying all over again. This was one of the rarest sights to almost everyone who wasn’t around him 24/7. He was known as Mr. Robot during our time at Inarizaki, almost no one had seen him smile or laugh. I was lucky to be able to see this quite often.

“I’ll always be proud of you, (N/n).” Shin whispered to me, gently kissing my forehead before he pulled away slightly, making me tilt my head as he looked behind me.

Shinsuke then fully pulled away from me, and suddenly looked…nervous. This was a first.

“(N/n), I have to ask you something.” He said, holding my hands before he proceeded to get down on one knee.

Time seemed to stand still, and I completely forgot we were in the middle of a volleyball court, being filmed for the world to see. All I could see was him. It was just me and him.

“(F/n) (L/n), you have been the love of my life since high school, and I don’t think anybody has ever made me so happy,” He started. “Would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive, and marry me?“

Tears formed in my eyes as my head spun while watching him pull out a ring box from his pocket. When he opened it, it showed a silver ring with small diamonds encrusted on it. Gasps could be heard from everyone in the court, and everyone was watching in silence for my answer.

“Yes!! Obviously yes!!” I cried out as I sobbed, and I tackled him to the ground while so many people started either clapping or cheering. I could even hear the Miya twins absolutely losing their minds in the background.

Shinsuke slid the ring onto my ring finger, and he gently held my face to bring me in for a kiss. I was giggling softly into it, holding his face as well. We broke apart after a couple seconds of kissing, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. We both stood up, but I just wanted to relish the moment with the love of my life.

“(Y/NNNN)!” Atsumu shouted as he and Osamu sprinted to us.

I pulled away from Shin, proceeding to squeal as they tackled me in a hug. They both saw me as their little sister, so I knew how emotional they were and I was completely okay with it.

“K-Kita-san! You better treat her right or I’ll kick your ass!” Atsumu said to Shinsuke as he hugged me tightly whilst crying heavily. I watched as Osamu nodded in agreement.

I don’t think anything could’ve been more perfect. This was the happiest day of my life. I was surrounded by my best friends and the love of my life. I also felt a sense of calm, it was a relief. Shinsuke, even if he didn’t know it, saved me. I don’t think I would’ve lived without him, and I’m grateful to him for showing me that everything would be okay.

[drakenology]

can you please PLEASE please. do some more characters for the skimpy cheerleader outfits specifically mr kita shinsuke ?? bless u

your wish is my command sweet nonnie! 🖤 enjoy.

Sexy Cheerleaders 2! Ft. more haikyuu boys! 

Here’s the first one! 

18+ content below! minors dni.

Kita can’t take his eyes off you but he keeps his cool.

he’ll save that energy for until you’re alone.

In the beginning of the game when he saw you he walked over to you all dressed up in uniform to match his.

Kita’s very good at keeping his composure but baby... when he saw you he wanted to fuck you senseless right in the middle of the court.

Instead, he leans in close to your ear and whispers,

“When we win, I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be walking with a limp for days.”

He smiled and waved at his adoring fans after that, kissing you on the cheek innocently before returning to his team to play.

Sure enough when he won he was feeling victorious and feral, eager to get you alone and out of that fucking outfit.

You two don’t make it to your room and fuck on every other surface of your apartment; the couch, the coffee table, the kitchen sink, the floor.

By the end of the night you’re in bed and he’s like

“You have to wear that around the apartment.”

Kenma is absolutely dumb-founded.

the shy boy just couldn’t keep his eyes from wandering to you, causing him to mess up a few times on the court.

You were jumping up and down, your tiny skirt flying up and revealing the lacy panties you wore underneath.

Queue the nose bleeds.

At this point he’s subbed out completely for just not focusing on the game and staring at his hot girlfriend cheering him on in literally nothing.

Perfect opportunity to fuck you in the locker room, duh.

He acts like he needs to go to the bathroom and sorta signals you to follow behind him and so you do.

Heh. Not long after he’s fucking you standing up, your panties around your ankles and cum leaking down your leg as he fucked it into your used up hole. Mm.

Atsumu’s like AOOOGAHHH!

Another to get scolded for not paying attention to the game and instead staring at your tits practically popping out of your uniform.

Osamu threw the ball at his head to regain his focus which sorta worked but not really

Subbed out and yelled at by Osamu for the rest of the game thanks to you.

After the game, Atsumu literally pulls you out of the court and straight to the car without a word.

Y’all don’t even make it out of the parking lot omg

You rode his cock in the back seat as he hummed sweet, scrambled praises about how sexy you looked in that outfit, how badly he wanted to lift up your skirt and have his way with you oof!

The windows of the car got foggy from his panting, car shaking from him thrusting up to fill your pussy deeper.

You were both almost certain someone saw you as they got into their car but neither of you cared.

[love-amihan]

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A STRANGER YOU KNOW WELL // KITA SHINSUKE

inspired by the movie “my amanda”

word count: 1.3k+

warning: angst, brief mention of alcohol consumption, might contain spelling/grammar errors

from the collection: falling out of love

amihan’s note: second part for the collection, are y’all ready for this? well it’s coming whether u like it or not >:) also the ending’s from my amanda, u should go and check out the movie~ happy reading!

tagging [as per request]: @love-keiji and uhm @notsoladylady (just incase?)

time-skip!shinsuke x gn!reader

you scream at the top of your lungs, letting your emotions be known to the world. the pain you've been concealing pouring through your voice, it's been bottling inside you for too long.

tears start to come down your cheeks as you scream your lungs out. "uh, excuse me?" a low voice interrupts your moment causing you to quickly turn around and look at them.

you can't help but glare at the man. you've had your fill, everything triggers you at this point. "what?! can't you see i'm busy?" you huff in annoyance, shinsuke takes a moment before pointing down where a small shading is standing.

"uhm.. you see, my grandmother is having her rest at the moment and.." he looks back at you with a gentle smile, "and i would like it if you keep it down a little?" he asks politely.

you feel your face heat up and want to dig a hole for yourself due to embarrassment. shinsuke notices the change of your posture, “i’m all ears if you would like to vent out?” he hesitantly offers.

you take a deep breath, your tears continues to freely fall down your cheeks. your knees buckling causing you to fall down, a bitter smile present on your face.

“why would anyone think playing with someone’s feelings is fun?” your voice hoarse as you look up to him.

that was the first time you met him.

“y/n!” shinsuke calls out while waving his hand up high and this is the first time the team notices the subtle changes. you smile and pick up your pace, feeling giddy to meet them after so long.

shinsuke happens to be the first one you greet, on reflex you lean in as he does the same, both your lips centimeters away. he clears his throat and turns to the side while you straighten up fixing your neatly tucked shirt, “ah, my favorite twins!” you exclaim hurrying to them.

atsumu holds a hand up to point out what just happened but osamu is quick to pull down his hand, “y/n-san,” the gray-haired greets back.

the team decided to ignore the awkward atmosphere, confused by the situation but didn’t question it regardless.

right after the joyful get together, you don’t know how you got yourself in this situation. sitting down beside your ex, cracking a joke here and there.

you let out a bitter laugh downing your beer, shinsuke didn’t make a fuss keeping his eyes straight ahead.

you turn and point at him, your tears welling up, “we were doing great shin… what happened?” your last few words coming out as a whisper.

he sighs deeply bringing his knees closer to his chest, eyes fixated on the beautiful sunset.

“i fell out of love, y/n. that’s what happened,” he simply stated.

the crack he left in your heart slowly shatters, feeling them fall apart as you face your greatest fear, “shin i deserve to know.. you can’t just tell me you fell out of love.”

your sniffles getting louder, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand harshly, “don’t you think your being unfair here?”

you settle down the empty bottle next to you and release a shaky breath, “shin you left all those beautiful memories behind like it’s nothing, you threw them away without batting an eye.”

shinsuke remains quiet throughout your rant, “shin you are unfair. sooo unfair” once again laughing bitterly.

“shin you are so fucking unfair!” your voice echoes at the quiet field, letting your feelings be known to the world just like how you did back then.

you turn back to him, “i don’t get why they call you mr. perfect,” you trail off, tears flowing freely, you feel like your going through the same pain all over again. “shin you told me you weren’t gonna hurt me…”

blinded by your own emotions, you fail to see the way shinsuke’s hands tremble which he soon hides inside his pockets.

“that was your only promise… i held onto that shin, i’ve got it engraved in my mind” you say while tapping your temple as you turn your whole body to him.

moving closer to rest your forehead against his shoulder, “that wasn’t too difficult to fulfil. you managed to ace your quizzes, exams. you managed to find flaws in a well-planned volleyball attack yet why did you fail the simplest one?”

you bump your head against his shoulder while he remains still, serving as your pillar. “shin there wasn’t any riddle there, there’s no hidden meaning,” you begin sobbing again, the pain coming back to you.

shinsuke finally moves to embrace you in a hug, holding your head firm against his chest as he settles you between his legs. he starts rocking back and forth, mumbling comforting words, “i know,” he says.

you can’t help but laugh at his words, “no you don’t, fuckin bastard” you sniff and hit his chest. not making any move to get away from him, “i’m sorry,” his voice cracking a little. “i’m hurting more than you think, my love.”

you keep shaking your head, falling limp in his arms, having no energy to throw a fit. all you can do is cry your eyes out while he slowly calms you down. “i hate you,” you say in between your sobs.

isn’t it ironic how the one who mercilessly shattered your heart to pieces is the one comforting you right now?

shinsuke looks at you with teary eyes but a prominent smile is present on his lips this time.

“this is it,” he mumbles while holding both of your hands. he reaches out to wipe your tears away, “come on now, it’s a wedding not a funeral.”

you giggle while hitting his arm, “see, smiling suits you better,” he says while caressing your cheek. you lean to his touch, your sobs calming down.

“kita! it’s time!” aran calls out, breaking the peaceful atmosphere between you two.

“ready?” he says with a wide smile, you snicker, “you’re the one getting married, dummy.” he chuckles and offers his arm out for you, “well it looks like you need it more.”

the two of you sharing a laugh as the two big doors open revealing the once seated guests, the sweet melody of the piano welcoming you two.

“let-” you turn to face him with a proud smile, “let’s go?” your simple question brings back all the confidence he needs.

he takes a deep breath with his eyes closed and looks back at you, “let’s go.”

the two of you making your way down the aisle, taking time with your pace. he takes a detour towards his grandmother leaning in to give her a kiss on her cheeks.

after walking to the altar, shinsuke gives you a tight hug rocking the two of you side to side.

“thank you,” he mumbles while you rub his back in comfort, “thank you,” you echo after him. he lets go and ruffles your hair before facing the pastor.

turning around you see shinsuke’s grandmother motioning for you to stop by her, “why aren’t you the one with him right now? i’ve always asked the good lord for you” she mutters while cupping your cheeks.

you can’t hold back the tears that've been welling up in your eyes and purse your lips, shrugging as you also don’t know the answer to her question.

“guess it was not destined, granny” you sadly say, squeezing her hand gently before letting go to sit at your designated seat.

you watch as your only comfort and true love get married to someone else through your blurry vision, watching it while trembling both in happiness and sadness.

you were sure you’ve got him all figured him out; all those years you’ve spent getting to know him and learning everything about him. his likes and dislikes. his strict and uptight routine.

but even with all the knowledge you have, you can’t seem to distinguish the man standing in front of the altar.

shinsuke turns around and finds you in the crowd to showcase the wedding band around his ring finger, you nod with tears in your eyes keeping the wide smile as you feel the familiar pang of pain inside you.

i guess a better description to give him will be that he's a stranger you know well.

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[suguyu]

Babe, have you drawn Mr. Perfect Kita Shinsuke yet? 👀

i haven’t 😧 mayhaps i should do a littol doodle of him 👀

[furikakyo]

a return to roots | 5

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: y/n is a rising star in the music industry, having almost everything you could have ever hoped for as a small-town country girl. now after releasing two triple platinum albums in consecutive years, you face the dreaded artist’s burnout… in order to recover, your manager suggests, you should return to your hometown in hyōgo for a long-deserved break.

genre: socmed/smau, slice of life

warnings/tags: timeskip!, mutual pining, slow burn? more like rekindling, slight canon divergence

masterpost

Ichiro arrived right on time at 5:45 in the morning, buzzing your door just as you had gotten dressed after a quick shower. Steam wafted out of the bathroom as you rushed to the door to greet him and show him where the luggage was. Without anything to say, he promptly picked up one of the large hard case suitcases and you followed suit, going after him into the elevator. When your bodyguard loaded both of your cases into the trunk of his car and then opened the door for you to get into the car, you quickly said, "I need to double check everything in there is fine. I'll be back in a minute."

After reassuring Ichiro that you would be ok by yourself, you dashed back inside to survey your apartment, checking each room to make sure you hadn't left anything important behind. The kitchen and living room were clean, check. When you got to your bedroom, you paused, seeing one of your acoustic guitars sitting in the corner. Should you bring it? Were you actually going to write music? When you had announced your hiatus officially, you had stated that it was to gain inspiration for new music... but then that wouldn't really be a break, would it? You gnawed on your lip, remembering what Kuroo had asked of you the night before: "Take care of yourself in Hyōgo, alright? You're there for a reason; to take a break." 

You scowled, cursing Kuroo and his knowledge of your work habits. But, a voice inside you reasoned, it wouldn't be work if you were writing just for fun... You thought back to those moments in your childhood home, in your room, writing songs and uploading them to YouTube and SoundCloud without thinking that anything would come of it; back before you felt any pressure to perform. Back to when you wrote lyrics that weren’t very sophisticated, but earnest and heartfelt all the same… back to when you had your muse to sit beside you every step of the songwriting process.

Before you could convince yourself otherwise, you ran to the corner of your room and snatched the guitar, put it in its case, and then snapped it shut with finality.

If Ichiro was confused about you carrying down another piece of luggage, he said nothing, only staring ahead and driving when you were buckled. "Onigiri Miya," you reminded him, then settled into your seat. The ride there wasn't too far from your apartment; you had rented out the space because of its convenience, so anywhere you usually wanted to go to was within a reasonable distance. You watched the traffic with disinterest and spotted restaurants with dim lighting inside, most likely already prepping for the day ahead of them. The world kept moving on ahead, regardless of whether or not you liked it.

When you arrived at Onigiri Miya, Osamu was already out back in the van, probably waiting impatiently. You checked the clock in the car and clicked your tongue. You weren’t even late.

When you stepped out of the car, Osamu opened his door and got out too. You smiled widely. “Samu!” You rushed forward and gave him a strong hug, which he somewhat reciprocated. He wasn’t as big on physical touch as his brother.

Osamu only rolled his eyes though, patting your back as you told him he looked great. “You do, too. Want me to help with your bags?”

You led him to the trunk of your ride, where Ichiro was already opening it and carrying one of your suitcases. Osamu hefted the other one up, and you trailed behind with the guitar case. After securing everything in the back of the van, you turned to your bodyguard.

You smiled, a genuine smile, and then repeated what you’d already told him over text. “Well, Ichiro-san, I don’t know the next time I’ll see you. I’ll make sure to text you in advance if I plan on going to more public areas.” He said nothing, so you continued. “Thank you very much for all you’ve done for me, and I look forward to seeing you again in the future!” You gave him a bow, which he reciprocated stiffly before quickly getting back into his own car and driving off.

You sighed, then looked to Osamu. He quirked an eyebrow. “Ready?” You nodded determinedly, getting into the passenger seat of the van and buckling, him doing the same.

“Alrighty, then,” he cracked a grin. “Time for a road trip.”

After a while of scrolling through your social media accounts you sat back and stretched. Then you flopped back into your seat and looked over to Osamu. “Samu,” you whined in the most obnoxious voice possible, “do you have any food? I’m so hungry.”

Osamu rolled his eyes, jerking a thumb towards the back of the van. “Ya really think I wouldn’t bring food for the trip?”

Immediately, you turned around and began looking behind your seat for food. Sure enough, there was an insulated bag with onigiri. You gasped, bringing the bag into your lap with stars in your eyes. “You brought some?”

You ignored whatever his response was, instead unwrapping one and biting into it. “Mmm,” you moaned, chewing slowly. The nori was still crisp and the rice was fluffy yet still sticky. You closed your eyes to focus on the food. He must have made them right before you got there for them to be this fresh.

“I’m guessing you didn’t eat breakfast, then,” Osamu said, eyes staring ahead at the road.

Your grip on the rice ball tightened before you quickly realized what you were doing. Your apartment didn’t really have much left to eat after you’d finished up the gyoza last night, and even if you’d had food, you weren’t sure if you would’ve been able to keep it down. Butterflies had filled your stomach as you had tried to go to sleep, and they hadn’t really disappeared yet. “No,” you shook your head. “I woke up early in the morning and was tired.”

Osamu hummed and then didn’t say anything else. After another long beat of silence you squirmed in your seat, a little on edge. “Mind if I play some music?” He shook his head at your question and so you took over the AUX, playing some songs that had been stuck in the back of your mind lately. After the music started, any awkwardness immediately dissipated as you sang along and Osamu tapped his thumb on the wheel to the beat of whatever was playing. At one point you had even pointed out his cute habit to which he had denied before doing the same thing twenty minutes later. Giggling, you just looked out the window and didn’t comment on it that time.

After about an hour of songs, Osamu finally spoke again. “You can go back to sleep, if you want. Ya look tired.”

You looked over at him and then nodded, curling into yourself, rubbing your wearied eyes. Sleeping would be a good opportunity since you hadn’t gotten much last night. You leaned against the seatbelt and window and closed your eyes, ignoring the bumps in the road which made your head hit the glass each time. Before you knew it, you were asleep. 

After a little less than five hours, you woke up to Osamu driving, now playing the radio instead. You looked outside. Gone were the skyscrapers and bright lights; in their place were rows and rows of empty fields, all blurring past you. "Are we in Hyōgo yet?" you asked, turning back to him.

Osamu gave you a quick glance and then switched his gaze back on the road. It was just the Onigiri Miya van on the stretch, the rest of what you could see of the roadway completely devoid of another vehicle. "Yeah," he replied. "We have about an hour left. I was gonna stop at the next place to stretch, though." He looked over at you again. "Is that alright with you?"

You nodded and then dug out another rice ball from the thermal bag, munching on it as you stared out the windshield. The nori wasn’t crispy anymore but at least the filling was still yummy.  "So we're going to stop somewhere first. What's the plan after that?"

Osamu adjusted his grip on the wheel, driving with only one arm. "I was thinking that we could stop by your house, unload your luggage, maybe clean up your space since no one's been there for a while, and then go to do my business in Hyōgo." He paused, then added, "With Kita."

Your heart raced. It was your first day back and you were already going to have to face Kita. You could just stay home, a voice nagged at you. No, you thought, your face filled with grim determination. You could do it.

Almost as if sensing your internal strife, Osamu said, "Y'know, Y/N, I think Captain is just as nervous, if not, more." He continued staring ahead, not looking at you. Now he started tapping his thumb against the wheel again.

But you, your head snapped to look at him. "Really?" you asked, eyeing him skeptically.

Osmau nodded, smiling. "He's barely said a peep in the group chat he's in with me. Although now that I think about it, that's usually how he is." He chuckled. "Unless he's getting in between me and Tsumu."

You sighed, sitting back. Why had you expected Kita to hold anger towards you? Because you chose a career over him? Because you chose success over two of you, the voice in the back of your mind whispered. You ignored it, crossing your arms. You felt bad for thinking he would be anything less than how he always was in your mind (he was always Mr. Perfect), but it also made you feel better knowing he was scared too. No, not scared. Nervous, Osamu had said. Oh, god, how were the two of you going to act when you saw each other?

"Hey, Y/N." You turned to Osamu just as he pulled into the driveway of probably the only gas station within a 50 mile radius. He smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "You'll figure it out."

As you followed him out of the van to stretch out your legs, you could only hope that you would figure it out. Preferably before you had to see Kita.

You had, in fact, not figured it all out by the time you and Osamu reached your childhood home. Instead of thinking about your lack of a solution, you resorted to reaching under the dingy welcome mat and pulled out a plastic bag with a key inside. “Still here,” you said cheerfully, showing the dirty bag off to your friend.

Osamu rolled his eyes and waited as you fumbled with the key to the house and then eventually opened the door.

You peered into the dark corridor and slipped off your shoes before stepping onto the hardwood floor. “I called the electricity and water guy,” you muttered, dragging one of the suitcases behind you. You paused and then grabbed the handle, which extended, then let the suitcase’s wheels do the work for you. “Everything should be functional by the end of the day.” When you got to the end of the foyer, you gasped. “What…?”

The inside of the house was, contrary to your belief, not at all covered in a thick layer of dust like you’d expected. Instead, it looked almost exactly the same as when you had moved out from there.

Osamu trailed behind you, taking his cap off and scratching the back of his head. “To be honest, I forgot that this was happening. Everyone here didn’t want to see your house collect dust and fall apart, so they..." He motioned around him, your eyes following.

The tatami mats in the living room and your parents' bedroom were clearly cared for, otherwise there would’ve been the overwhelming scent of dust or mold. You could imagine the diligence it would’ve taken to clean them so regularly. And the furniture— you ran a finger along the top of the kotatsu and then looked at it; nothing. You’d have to move the kotatsu into storage since it wouldn’t make much sense to have it out right now; you only used it in the winter...

You drank in the rest of the house, mentally planning where to place things and what to rearrange to your own liking. "I'll get the other case you brought," Osamu muttered, sidestepping around you to reach the doorway. You barely noticed him leave as you crept to your own childhood bedroom, sliding open the shōji screen door.

…Huh. It didn't look any different from what you last remembered. You walked inside. You had your western-styled bed, which still had the furniture sliders under the legs to protect the tatami mats; the bookshelves along the wall with your favorite books and shōjo manga... You paused at the string of fairy lights strung above your dresser. Clipped onto them were photos from high school: you and Osamu proudly holding a double-tiered cake you'd made in home economics, you and a few of the other Inarizaki boys fooling around after practice, you with your parents in front of the school in your third year. You laughed to yourself while looking at them, recalling the moments in which the pictures were taken; back when Samu's hair was grey and Tsumu didn't know what toner was, back when your only responsibilities were as Y/N the assistant manager and co-class representative of 3-A.

You stared at the end of the string lights, where there was a picture missing. You knew what was supposed to be there, in that gap. You were unsure of where it had gone though, so you searched your entire bedroom, taking out all of the books in your shelves and turning them upside down, removing all of the drawers in your dresser and peeking inside the base. You scoured your belongings for a sign of where that photo could have been, but to no avail. 

"You looking for something?" Osamu pushed off of the doorway he'd been leaning on and peered over your shoulder. "I can try to help ya find it."

You shook your head, smiling. "No, it's okay. I lost something but it's not that important." You stood up and dusted yourself off, brushing your hands together. "We have some free time now that I don't have to clean up around here. What should we do?"

Osamu nodded, thinking to himself. "Well, we could go reacquaint you with your neighbors… or we could get to the farm early. It’s,” he checked his phone, “around 3 right now so we would have a couple hours to check out the entire farm. It’s big, so having too much time on our hands wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Uh…” You bit your lip and stared expectantly at Osamu. You make the decision.

He lifted an eyebrow incredulously, then said, “Alright, farm it is.”

You dropped your phone into your lap in disappointment, tempted to just throw it out of the window of Osamu’s van. Kuroo really is kind of useless, huh, you thought, staring out of the window glumly.

The sound of the tires hitting gravel road caught your attention and you looked out the front windshield. You sucked in a breath. You were here. At Kita’s farm. Or rather, you thought, Kita’s house. You had parked in the driveway of his home which overlooked all the fields. They were still somewhat of a muddy brownish color from how far away you were.

“Ready?” Osamu tried to look grim, knowing of your inner turmoil, but his glittering eyes said otherwise.

You exhaled and then nodded. “Yes.”

The two of you didn’t end up getting very far along the fields before Osamu ran into someone he knew, probably someone else working on the rice fields under Kita based on the way he was dressed. He wore a wide-brimmed straw hat and, somehow, long sleeved shirts and pants. Osamu smiled, greeting the man, “Koji.”

His recipient smiled too. “Osamu. How’s business in Tokyo? Still thinking of opening another shop in Osaka?” Koji motioned for him to follow him down the path in between the rice paddies, and he did, already lost in a conversation. You watched as another group of workers came towards the duo, and you heard laughing and cheering as Osamu talked to them.

Well, damn. Osamu had left you behind. You looked around and then checked your phone. You still had basically two hours to kill. “Ugh…” Should you just wait in the van for Osamu? What if Kita saw the van pulled up and approached it, though? You did NOT want to be alone with him, just the two of you. Plus it would be hot waiting in there. You pulled at the front of your t-shirt. At least there was a slight breeze every once in a while when you were outside.

Am I really going to do this? You looked up at the sky and shielded your eyes from the sun. It was already beating down on your shoulders and back. Sighing, you started in the opposite direction of where Osamu and the workers had gone. There seemed to be a lot of property, you thought, admiring the view. Although the rice paddies were still muddy, the view you had from this side of the farmhouse was stunning. In the distance were lines of trees so dense, and mountains even further away, just a faint silhouette smoothed against the sky. You imagined what it would look like when the rice was ready to be harvested, all green and heavy with the fruits of labor. 

A few days ago you’d thought absentmindedly that life had been kind to you, Kuroo, and Kenma. But now, looking around the serene landscape and close-knit community of workers, filled with a fresh green newness brought from only the spring, you wondered: maybe the years had been kind of Kita, too. 

Behind you, you heard dull rustling, and you turned automatically. You froze, stunned. Your mouth moved and formed words before you could even comprehend what it was you were saying.

“Kita?”

a/n: ohhh my goodness i had the worst experience with a karen yesterday and i never thought i would have to deal with one for some reason…. fuck you amy and i hope i never have to see your bitchass face again 

taglist (pm me to ask to be added): @papiibuprofen​, @duhsies, @succulentmom, @kenmaslov3r​​​, @introvertatitsfinest

some ~fun facts~ 

- ichiro the bodyguard/driver may or may not have shed a tear or two after y/n left. (i told you he was a big softie)

- he wanted to give you a hug goodbye but wasn’t sure if that would be overstepping 😔

- imagine samu loading the van with your luggage and pushing off the doorframe after previously leaning on it with his muscly arms and glorious tiddies… BEEFY SAMU SUPREMACY 🧎‍♂️

- one of osamu’s guilty pleasures is pop music 😭

- one of y/n’s fav things to do on social media is just go through atsumu’s public profiles and read the thirst comments 😭😭