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iwaasfairy · 2 years ago

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tw. noncon/dubcon, implied yandere, forced emotional cheating, virginity, service dom, coercion/manipulation, corruption kink, size kink, creampie, service dom! tsumu, degradation and praise wordcount. 5.5k

a/n. commissioned by a lovely person who wanted to stay anonymous, thank you so much for commissioning me and trusting me with your story, and i really really hope it delivers and you enjoy!!! this is kinda softer than my usual stuff but also still read the tws pretty please ♡♡♡ ya and ty and enJOYyy some tsumu

miya atsumu x fem!reader

“Come up, will ya?” he smiles, grabbing your hand and swinging the interlaced pair back and forth. You can’t help but have to bite back a tiny smile at the way his rougher hand links into yours, and butterflies still erupt any time his hazel eyes find you.

“Shin, I-” you sigh back, before quietly chuckling as he heaves you up onto the bleachers and tugs you along to slide in right next to the familiar face. Aran rolls his eyes, but you can tell that there’s too much fondness in his look to seriously mind the lovey-dovey shit— and really, you can’t help it.

Any girl your age would be expected to go all heart eyes when their boyfriend looks at them that way. “Happy now?” you ask as you’re pushed between Aran and the escape to the outside fresh air, void of all the sweaty teen musk and squeaking sneakers, and Shinsuke smiles ever so slightly at the sight.

“Yes, I am. Keep our long-suffering ace company for a bit while he patches up his ankle, won’t ya?” He’s already escaping down from the stands with the knowledge that you will, because if nothing else, you love watching the guys play. You’ve loved watching Shinsuke play ever since middle school, and Aran’s expression gives you the idea that he knows this too. Because he simply shrugs, and re-wraps the ice pack a little better around that wounded ankle.

“Aye aye, Captain,” you shoot back as he makes his way back to the court, and this time, he gives you that wonderfully cheeky smile that made you fall head-over-heels in the first place. “And you, you’re a third year. You’re supposed to be one of the responsible ones.” You give the tall ace to your side a side-eye as he laughs full and loud, and nods.

“Sorry, Mrs. Kita. It won’t happen again.” Practice continues for another half an hour in peace, as you joke around with your boyfriend’s best friend for a while, tossing the occasional stray ball back onto the court, but mainly, just watching the guys play. You didn’t use to have such a love for the sport. When you were a ball-girl back in middle school, you only did it because it was an easy extra grade on your report card, and kept you sort of busy during hours you wouldn’t have anything else to do.

But now, sometimes it seems as much your life blood as it is theirs. You probably wouldn’t have developed such a crush on the quiet, well-spoken boy with the fluffy tufts of hair that flopped about if you hadn’t kept with it, wouldn’t have dated him, wouldn’t have laid in the dark talking about what your life together might look like. Watched Shin grow into the person he is today.

You smile and wave as Shinsuke looks up at you yet again and throws back a wink, and a few of the guys follow his gaze. Familiar lazy gazes of differing shades of brown. But they stay quiet, for now, and the team captain claps his hands to call for a break. And the lankiest of your middle blockers groans and reaches for a bench too quickly, as everyone disperses. Aran makes his way down the stands for the toilet, Ginjima follows suit, and your boyfriend goes through the trouble to start collecting the balls with the same single-minded focus he always has while practicing. But before you can so much as manage to make it down the stairs to help him out, a familiar figure comes up beside you.

“Captain’s got it, I think,” Atsumu smiles as he comes to walk beside you, not the slightest bit winded despite having jogged up to you after an hour of intensive training— and blinks down at you with the self-assured grin you’ve come to expect of the star setter. “Yer still comin’ to our practices, huh?”

“Yes, Miya. Believe it or not, I actually like watching you guys play, ‘m not just here to waste time and gawk.”

“Whoa, doll,” the blond isn’t fazed, and simply throws up his hands in mock-defense, “I wouldn’t dare question the validity of yer visits. I mean, ya brighten up the place, really.” The comfortable way he swings an arm over your shoulder and leans in a little isn’t too far out of how he usually acts, and you do know that Atsumu’s pretty damn touchy with everyone. But his smile, and the way his eyes flick down your face with an almost grating intensity— will never stop feeling flirty- and therefore- inappropriate. Though you try to find something fitting to say, he’s already running his mouth again before you get the chance to.

“Would be even better if ya’d put on a shirt with my name on it and took some cheer classes,” he gloats, and the way he walks leaned into you keeps his face much too close to yours as you go to frown at him, “bet ya’d really suit the Inarizaki colors when you glare like that.” It sets you off, and he knows it does, because he’s dodging the way you go to swing at his arm with a chuckle before you get to, and catches your fist in his hand to squeeze it a little. “Hah, always so mean to me. Getting predictable, pretty girl.”

Your bottom lip is sucked to slot between your teeth, and you roll your eyes, shrugging off the other hand that he tried to ruffle through your hair. “You’re exhausting.”

“Sure is,” Shinsuke suddenly mumbles, tossing a ball at the setter that he manages to catch, before raising a brow. “That’s my girlfriend, Atsumu. If you would, please.”

“Ya got it, Cap’n. Of course,” he chants back with a sing-song-y voice, but his thumb still rubs another few circles into the soft skin of your hand before he goes to annoy Osamu and Suna instead. It sends a cold shiver down your spine, but he’s pulling away before you have the chance to really acknowledge the touch. And if Kita has any concerns about what he just saw, you sure as hell can’t tell, when he pulls you close and places a loving kiss between your brows. But you still have to force yourself to ignore the way Atsumu gives you a once over and -if you didn’t know the guy better than that- undresses you with his eyes.

Graduation should feel a little bittersweet, you guess. The party isn’t too wild, considering, but it’s still loud and a little over the top— so you confine yourself to the area further away from the pounding music and sip reasonably mild drinks while the rest of the team and their plus-ones take their best attempt at rattling Suna’s house off its’ foundations. It’s warm for a spring night, and sweat sticks to the back of your neck and chest from the earlier forced dancing you were pulled into. But now the pool table has been abandoned for the garden, and you take the few quiet moments to breathe.

Most of the guys will be moving on to professional level, a few of them to university, and another few have jobs lined up. Just last year, Shinsuke moved back out to the countryside, and Aran to Tokyo; and while you’ve all tried to keep up communications, distance really does play a big part in it. And now it’s all your turns… It’ll be safe to say you won’t see some of them again much in just a few quick months. The thought already fills you with a strange sort of nostalgia. You don’t get too much rest though, because a flash of blonde followed by an equally handsome, dark-haired copy filter back into the house. Atsumu brightens a little when he spots you, lazy eyes sharper and more calculating in the low light of the house. Of course he does, he seems to have a strange fascination with annoying you to bits.

“Well, pretty girl, ‘ve ya been abandoned by yer human defense robot?” His handsome face paints on a grin, with slightly rosy cheeks and ears, that almost makes him look a few years younger. Almost makes him look innocent. You know better though, and swallow down the want to give back some snarky comment that would surely have you in a battle of wits until someone puts a stop to it. And his twin… isn’t that person. You wonder how much he’s had to drink. Not that you’re doing much better, anyway. You can feel the buzz in your blood and the heat on your face.

Osamu’s hair is messy and fluffier than usual, probably courtesy of the girlfriend he brought and— with a quick glance around the room— has been left on her lonesome somewhere in the partying group outside. You pity her just a little bit, but it doesn’t exactly surprise you that the Miya twins aren’t the most consistent with their affections. The guys started having groupies all the way back in freshman year, and the years have only built upon that fame. The darker haired of the two puts a fist into Atsumu’s shoulder, before crossing his arms. “That’s our last Captain yer talkin’ about, stupid Tsumu. Show some respect.”

“Aw, Samu. I’m sorry, alright.”

You smile softly, and nod your head towards the door. “Not abandoned. He stepped out for a minute for a smoke,” you cut them off, knowing full well they could continue their bickering for hours if left to it. It’s not like you don’t like the twins. They’re obnoxious, and boisterous and hyper at the best of times, but they’re insanely talented too. You would like them, if not for— Atsumu feeling too comfortable hanging his arm over your shoulder to pull you in for a hug, heavy cologne mixed with a scent that is distinctly more him enveloping you as you freeze up. “Miya-”

“‘S gonna be weird without everyone ‘round, huh? I’ll miss ‘em,” he lowers his voice as he keeps your face into his chest, and simply out of a desire not to feel too awkward, you allow your arms to wrap loosely around his back. You give a little motion to be let out of the hug to nod, and smooth your hands down your pants.

“Yeah, me too.”

There’s a sort of glint in Atsumu’s eyes that seems like tenderness as he pats your shoulder, then smiles. “Well, a’least you’ll know me.” Your expression must give away your confusion, because he continues. “Yer goin’ to Tokyo uni, I’m goin’ to Tokyo to check out some of the teams there. It’ll be good. Don’t tell me yer just gonna ignore me when we’re gonna live so close together.”

You don’t think it over- Shinsuke must’ve told him. As the buzz washes over you and the music picks up outside, Atsumu’s large hands find your shoulders and he turns you around towards Osamu, who has already poured three large shots. “Oh, I don’t-”

“Come on~ for prosperity,” Osamu chants, his hand finding yours to unfurl it and place one of the large shot glasses in your hand. And Atsumu nods behind you, basically glittering from excitement. You’re normally a bit more -standoffish, by necessity- but the atmosphere of the night is light. And Tsumu’s hand on your lower back as he pushes you towards one of the chairs and sits you down is nice; even if you only realize a second or two after that he’s sat below you.

“Ya owe me a couple cheers at least,” Atsumu basically coos into your neck as he taps his own glass to yours. “‘Sides, I think Shin went ta go drop off some of the other guys, no need ta wait up for ‘em. Right Samu?”

“That’s what I heard, Tsumu.”

You don’t expect university to be the thing that breaks you, but the distance, the lack of communication, of support— all drag on you. You and Shin both promised to make it work, but he’s busy a lot. The farm keeps him occupied. At least- that’s what you have to assume when most of your messages get read and not answered. It isn’t like Shin, but then again, you suppose it’s a growing period. It’s natural.

More surprising than that is that through it all, Atsumu is there a lot more than you expected. The giant, prestigious sport center where he trains isn’t too far from your campus, but he still goes out of his way to swing by whenever he can to keep you company, which isn’t so self explanatory as you had hoped it would be. It’s not that you don’t make friends, or can’t make friends, it’s just that- after a few weeks- they just seem to vanish off of the face of the earth. Like they were never even there to begin with. You even catch some people purposefully avoiding you on campus as the year goes on.

But the workloads are heavy, and hard, so you sadly don’t have enough time in a day to worry about it as much as you would like to. You still have Atsumu, at least, and as much as you wouldn’t have wanted to admit it shy of a few months ago, his persistence about wanting to be by your side does slowly have you bending just a little.

“I swear it, cross ma little heart,” the blonde dramatically says while walking the grounds with you- on his free day- “am I not the best goddamn setter in the prefecture? What choice is there?” He runs a hand through his hair, then looks over at you to pout. “Make me feel better, c’mon.” Before you can really analyze the moment or how he looks at you with those warm brown eyes and too much fondness, his hand wraps around yours, slipping his fingers between yours with a strange determination.

You stop walking, and your school bag hits your thigh hard because of the abrupt stop. “Atsumu.” You’ve had this conversation with him about a million times. You are with Shinsuke. You have been with Shinsuke since middle school, and though dealing with the distance is hard right now, you promised to try. And he says he understands, and you’re making a big deal out of nothing— but it sure doesn’t seem like he does. “I am d-dating Sh-”

“Ya keep sayin’ yer dating, but where is yer boyfriend? Didn’t ya say he hasn’t been responding to yer messages?” Though he tries to keep his voice down, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and stares like he’ll burn holes through the shape of you. “Ain’t that proof enough?”

“I know Shinsuke, and you know Shinsuke. If he wanted to break up, he would say it.” You puff your chest out a little, and swallow, trying to untangle your hands from his grip. “He’s busy, and this is a transition period for us both, and I just- I want to make it work.” Atsumu seems to cling on for a second longer with a slight kink in his brow, but then he lets go and sighs, rubbing his hands back and forth through his lighter blonde hair with a groan.

“Fine— fine! If ya gotta hear ‘im say it…”

The irony tastes bitter. It stings with every swallow, really.

‘I think it’s not working out. I’m sorry. We should break up.’

You’re staring at the message for the nth time this evening, burying yourself in your cocoon of blankets and an almost empty back of chips yet again. You must’ve breathed it into existence, right? There’s no way around the timing of the message, and the sick way it churns in your stomach. You’re halfway towards another crying fit when Atsumu plops himself down onto your bed and grimaces. “Put that down,” he mumbles, snatching the phone out of your hand despite your glare, “you’ve been cryin’ all fucking evening. You really wanna do more of that?”

“I didn’t ask you to come over,” your voice is a murmur, pinched and sad and tiny, because who wouldn’t be heartbroken at a moment like this. “You just invited yourself in, which- hck- is the worst timing you’ve ever had.”

“But yer glad I’m here. I know ya are.” Whatever. Maybe you’re a little glad for the company, but Atsumu’s flavor of bluntness is really doing a number on you. Instead you reach for a tissue and blow your nose again, and try not to cry yourself to death. “He didn’t treat ya right anyway, don’t lie t’ yerself. Hey- look- look at me, c’mon,” his hands are on your face as he tugs it towards him and stares too deep into your eyes, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. “No more cryin’ about yer shitty high school crush. Not while I’m here, and I’m yer amazing, incredible support system that yer so very grateful for-” He breaks off in laughter when you have to bite a chuckle back despite your heartache, and try to pull your face out of his touch.

But he lingers, and leans in a little. “What? Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, and I- I’m glad you’re here-” It isn’t a lie, but he’s still leaning in, and his face is growing awfully close and it’s- it’s too soon— and you shrink into your cocoon and look away in an attempt to save the situation. Shin broke up with you hours ago. “Atsumu-” you start, only to be cut off as he tugs the blankets down somewhat harshly, and clicks his tongue.

“Stop runnin’. Yer always doing this crap, I’m…” He sighs, and tries to coach you back out with thinly veiled patience. “Am I really so bad to ya? Hm?”

“Of course you’re not.”

He sits back, before patting his lap, and looks at you. In the last light of the sun that falls through your window he’s cast in the prettiest oranges and pinks, and looks almost ethereal to the world. You’re not blind. That was never in question. “Come here.” Despite being conflicted, there’s a glint in his eye that worries you. That if you were to disagree, he’d leave. And you’re not sure you could handle that right about now. As he leads you out of the blankets you notice how cold your room is in just a shirt and some ugly shorts, and Atsumu mumbles something under his breath. “Ya weren’t this shy at graduation, y’know.”

Your frown digs into your face, but his hands settle on your hips as he pulls you in and pushes you down into his lap with a soft hum. “What do you mean- graduation?”

“Just settle down, will ya? Jeez.” Warm hands that slide to the small of your back to force you ever so close to him, your heart basically stuttering out of your ribcage. “Always so damn skittish ‘round me.” You always wondered a little, truthfully. If the way Atsumu’s touches would linger on you was something to worry about, keep an eye on. If you should have been more careful about setting boundaries- and how he looks at you now, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as he gives you an up and down… it says enough. Too much, even.

And though you admit that your heart is pattering like a hummingbird, there’s a much larger issue here. You love Shinsuke, you want- Shinsuke, p-promised you’d make it work for him— and it's barely been a few hours. You can’t, so you try to find the words to say; but the blond leans down to start pressing kisses down the side of your neck with a soft chuckle. His arms wrap tightly around your back, even though you place a hand on his chest and shake your head. “Tsumu, no. We can’t, I- can’t, let go.”

The noise he makes into the kisses trembles through your skin and seems to reach bone, before he squeezes a little harder to keep you slotted against him. “Yer so pretty, baby. Always were so fuckin’ pretty,” he goes from keeping you in his lap to slowly pushing you back in bed, sending your breathing into shallow spikes.

“Tsumu, cut it out!”

“I know yer nervous,” his pretty brown eyes are blown out when he pushes you down by your shoulders and you’re buried in your blankets, before he descends on your throat and chest again, kissing and leaving biting nicks, “didn’t do nothin’ like this before right? Know ya were waitin’- but I got ya now. Relax, I’ll make ya feel good. Promise.” The idea that Tsumu knows something so personal about you doesn’t even cross your mind— though it should, more than the way his weight and size locks you in place under his strong, athletic body.

“No, no, I- Shin just broke up with me- and I-”

His expression darkens, eyes narrowing a little as he comes to hover over you, one hand brushing your cheek as the other wraps tight around your wrist. “Don’t say another man’s name when I got ya under me.” He takes a long breath, before descending on you, mouth to mouth, and then pushing his tongue into your mouth too hard for you to keep him out. You try to call his name, but he kisses you without regard, uncaring as he grips your face and makes a noise of agreement when you relax your jaw out of sheer necessity. “Ya’ve got no idea how long I’ve wanted ya, doll. Really, hah.”

His hand slides down your chest to start picking the shirt up your body, and though your rapidly rising and falling chest is exposed, his eyes stay sharp on you, and you can’t help but choke on your cries. He doesn’t look right. His eyes are wide and so sharp, mouth slightly curled as he forces your both wrists next to your head. “Thought I was gonna have ta kill ‘im for you ta finally give in, but-” He kisses you again, before the hand gripping your face snakes down between your bodies to grab your tits through your shirt as he repositions his thighs to lock your lower half in place under him. “Yer gonna be a good little thing for me, ain’t ya?”

“Tsumu,” you squeak, fisting your hands into his shirt by his shoulders, but it only makes him groan in response. “Let me go, I want-”

“You don’t know what ya want.” He takes a deep breath, before slipping his hands under the garment and brushing his thumb over your raised nipples, peeked from the cold air. “But I do. ‘N I’m gonna make ya beg for me so fuckin’ good.” He lets you go for a moment to take your shirt off with rough tugs, before staring again. “See, Samu said I should give it a rest. But how can I, when I knew you’d be the prettiest little virgin cunt ever? Hm?” He licks his lips, before leaning down to start kissing all over your tits, sucking and tugging at your nipples with noises that make you grow from the inside. A cold shiver rolls down your spine, and you find yourself pulling his hair despite yourself. Because it feels good, and heat pools low in your belly.

“Tell me ya want it. Tell me ya want me.” The fire that seems to glint behind his eyes takes you aback, and you try to scramble from under him, but he’s back over you before you get a chance to. Gripping your face and forcing you into another kiss, the taste of his tongue on yours, deep and heavy. “People here hate ya, don’t ya know that? Think yer a real bitch. That’s why no one wants to be yer friend.” He rests his forehead to yours, so that you’re basically breathing each other’s air, and hums. His free hand starts taking off the sweats he’s wearing in a smooth motion, leaving him hard in just boxers. “But I’ve been ‘ere for you.” Another kiss. “I’m good to ya, too.”

The room is so hot, and your brain completely thrown off with the mix of all emotions you’ve felt in these short few hours; and it has you all fucked up. Tsumu must know this, but he doesn’t care. And you take a few panted breaths, looking between your two bodies at the was your tits brush up against him each time you move— he’s so close. “So say you want it, or I’m leavin’.”

“I want it.” Your voice shakes as it comes out, eyes stinging, head floaty— it barely feels like you said anything at all. “I want you.” He takes that as all he needs before grinning, kissing your temple and shuffling off you to shove his boxers down his thighs, before grabbing himself by the base and stroking a few lazy pumps along himself.

“Here, kiss it,” he nods his head towards it, helping you up and then right back down so you’re on your hands and knees. You’re getting wet. Sadly, you didn’t exactly think to put on any nice panties, but Tsumu doesn’t care as he makes you lean in and down until you can rest your lips to his cock, and he makes another noise. “I know it’s kinda bad but- I’ve been wanting ta fuck yer face for years now. Put- yer tongue out.” The admission only makes you feel more hot and hazy, and you do as you’re told. “Ahh, mhm.” He tastes weird when he pushes the glossy head to your tongue, translucent precum coating your tongue, but he takes a few more pumps, then pushes you back over.

“But not now, I wanna fuck you first. Yer gonna let me fuck your tight, little cunt, right?” The plush in your face doesn’t hide the heat as it floods to your face, your belly, down your legs— and he manhandles your legs up to start peeling off your shorts and panties. You can feel the strings of slick as they connect your wet pussy and the fabric, and hide your face into your shoulder before he groans your name again. “Yer so fuckin’ wet, look atcha. Already a little cock tease, and I haven’t even done nothin’ yet.” Your hot, puffy pussy is revealed, and he swipes two fingers out to circle around the wet hole without hesitation, only pulling back to slot the digits in his mouth. He shrugs his shirt off and tosses it next to the bed, then comes to kiss you again.

“Ya taste that? That’s yer pussy gushin’ like a whore for me. Only me.” He kisses like he’s got something to prove, taking your mouth up until all you can think of is him, and the places where your skin seems to zap under his rough hands. Each touch leaving you more breathless than the next. And you’re forced to just nod along and abide, because you couldn’t ask for what you need if you tried. He plays with your tits while pushing first one prodding digit in, but soon pushes up with two. “Gotta- prep this little hole before I fill you up, right? That’d be the nice thing to do. Even though ya haven’t been very nice to me, babe.”

“‘m sorry- Tsumu-” you hold back a whimpering moan as he squeezes your tits hard and flicks your nipples, and his fingers slowly push into you. The wetness dripping down your slit and along your inner thighs is hot, and your body curves instinctively as he slowly slides in and out a few times, while the man above you chuckles.

“No, you ain’t, little minx.” His grin is still wide though, hiking your one leg higher to get a better look at the way your greedy pussy swallows up his long fingers and he fucks you open so easily. “S’okay tho, I forgive ya. ‘Cus I’m gonna get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” The slick sounds fill the room and sound so, so loud, and lewd, and yet, there’s still more noise coming from your throat as he goes deeper again and his thumb finds your puffy clit with a little hum. “Uhuh, that feel good? Look at you enjoying this. Didn’t you want me ta stop? Huh?”

“Hm,” you just answer, grabbing your own chest with one hand, his arm with the other. He’s so much bigger than you like this, so muscular and intimidating. You look between your bodies to watch his fingers bottom out, and though the stretch is a little uncomfortable, it’s mostly just really, really good, filling your head with fog. Tsumu’s thick cock twitches between his legs, and he leans in to kiss you again. This time pulling his hand back to slide it into your mouth instead, making you gag when his fingers hit the back of your throat. You taste heady, a little musky, and lick your lips for the thin thread of spit when he pulls back.

“Alright, say thank you, Tsumu.”

“-thank you, Tsum-” you parrot, and also freeze under him when he goes to reposition himself and his cock head pushes at your sloppy, wet slit. “Wait- condom-”

“Shhh, just relax. If you freak out it’ll hurt ya.” He places one elbow next to your head, and lines himself up better, before starting to push into you already, and your leg jerks. He’s really big. Too big, you think, trying to take a deep breath as he starts breaking open your slick walls and slowly moving back and forth through it. “Aghh, that’s- it, that’s it, thatsithatsit-” He moans loudly, pushing your cheek up and kissing you back long and deep, tongues messily tangling and tasting each other, bumping noses as he fucks in, and in, and in. It pulls every thought out of you, every fiber filled with electricity. The tightness is painful, but you don’t want him to pull back, and judging by the way he groans into your mouth, he won’t anyway.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m fucking my tiny virgin cunt with a condom,” he pants when pulling back, eyes blown wide. His hand pushes your knee up more to stare at where you’re connected, before pulling back halfway and fucking back in, and the pressure on your womb and belly is enough to have you whining out so loud it barely sounds human. “That good, huh?” He bottoms out again, feels so fucking deep inside you that you can feel him high up in yourself bumping against your walls, and it feels so good, so, so good your toes curl and your knees lock around him.

“Fuck,” you can just barely gasp, before he pumps into you again, and starts really grinding himself into you. Slick drips out of you with each thrust, and makes the bed rattle under his weight. His hair sticks matt to his forehead, his lip pulled between his teeth, and the wet slapping of his hips meeting your skin is so distracting. Everything aches. Everything feels so good. You can barely even feel the sting anymore, jerking on his cock like you are. “Tsumu, I-”

“Gon’ have ta wait, princess,” he suddenly chokes, “yer clamping down on me like crazy— fuck.” He lifts one knee to push your legs open more, and then just shakes his head as he starts speeding up. “Oh, fuck it, gonna fill you up first. So fuckin’ tight, god, fuck-” The heavy thrusts go more sloppy, rapid as he chases his own orgasm and squeezes your thigh hard, yanking your teary cheeks back towards him as you pant to slide a finger between your lips and dropping a glob of his own spit into your mouth like it’s normal. Groaning into your mouth, and fucking his fat cock so deep into you you see stars. “One experience at a time, right?”

“Ah, Tsumu- p-please, fuck-me more, more, touch- more.” Your head rolls back as he pulls your hips back into him again and again, before suddenly locking up, and feeling how hot ropes of cum fill you up and he pants out your name in between a string of swears that all melt into a long growled moan as he stills. Only for a second though, because he’s quick to pull out and roll you back so that your knees are by your head, and he’s on top of you. He strokes his cock a few times, watching the last of the strings of thick cum land between your thighs. “Tsumu-” you pant, and take a breath, and pout- all at once. Because he stares at the way his cum comes out of your sloppy hole, before pushing it back inside. “Ughn-”

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. Not even close.” He spits onto his hand before bringing two fingers back to your pussy, and his thumb over your needy, puffy bud. And you jerk, blinks stuttering as you moan high and needy. Can’t help it. “Yer gonna wish I was done with ya long before I let ya out of this bed. I’m not done playing with my pussy.”

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goshikisbaee · 6 days ago

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Spending Valentine’s Day With Haikyuu Characters (part 2)

[ Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, Hoshiumi, Sakusa ]

content: Fluff

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ATSUMU MIYA

Valentine’s Day with Atsumu is equal parts romantic and chaotic. You wake up to a voice message instead of a text—“Mornin’, sweetheart! Hope yer ready for the best Valentine’s Day ever.” —followed by another message: “PS: I got ya something. Hope ya like it.”

When he picks you up, he’s got a smug grin and a ridiculous amount of confidence. “Look at ya, lookin’ all pretty for me,” he teases, handing you a wrapped box. Inside? Something sweet—maybe jewelry, maybe a plushie—but knowing him, it’s something he absolutely bragged about picking out. “Knew ya’d love it. I got good taste.”

Dinner is at a fancy restaurent (because of course he wants to spoil you), and he spends half the time flirting shamelessly and the other half showing off. “D’ya see the way the waiter looked at us? Yeah, they know we’re the best looking couple here.”

But beneath all the cocky teasing, there’s so much love in his eyes. At some point, he reaches across the table and grabs your hand, rubbing small circles against your skin. “I know I joke around a lot, but… I mean it when I say yer the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

At the end of the night, he pulls you close, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Happy Valentine’s Day babe. Hope ya didn’t think this was a one-time thing—yer stuck with me forever.” And with that, he kisses you senseless.

OSAMU MIYA

Valentine’s Day with Osamu is effortlessly sweet—he’s not flashy like his brother, but everything he does feels natural and full of warmth. You wake up to a simple text: “Happy Valentine’s, darlin’. Don’t make plans. I got ya covered.”

When he picks you up, he hands you a neatly packed bento box. “Made it myself,” he says casually, like it’s no big deal—but when you open it, it’s perfectly arranged with all your favorites. There’s even a tiny note tucked inside: “Eat up. Don’t want ya starvin’ on our date.”

Instead of a crowded restaurant, he takes you somewhere cozy—a quiet picnic, a drive to a scenic overlook, or even just a lazy day in, watching movies with homemade food. He’s the type to pull you close while you eat, resting his chin on your head like it’s second nature.

At some point, he just looks at you, soft and thoughtful. “Kinda crazy, huh?” he murmurs, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. “Never thought I’d be the type to get all sappy over a day like this.” Then, with a small grin, he adds, “Guess ya got me wrapped around your finger, huh?”

Before you part ways, he pulls you in for a slow, lingering kiss and murmurs against your lips, “Happy Valentine’s, sweetheart. Hope ya know I plan on spoilin’ ya like this every year.”

SHINSUKE KITA

Valentine’s Day with Kita is quiet, steady, and deeply thoughtful. He’s not one for over-the-top gestures, but everything he does is filled with intention. You wake up to a simple text: “Happy Valentine’s Day. Be ready at 5.” No unnecessary fluff—just a promise.

When he picks you up, he hands you a neatly wrapped gift, something practical yet meaningful—maybe a high-quality scarf because “it’s gettin’ colder, and I don’t want ya catchin’ a cold.” He won’t admit how long he spent picking it out, but the slight pink dusting his ears gives him away.

Your date is simple yet perfect—he takes you to a quiet countryside café, where the conversation is easy, and the atmosphere is peaceful. He listens intently to everything you say, nodding occasionally as he sips his tea. When you tease him about not being overly romantic, he just hums, setting his cup down.

“I don’t need fancy words or big gestures to show ya how much I care,” he says, looking at you with calm certainty. “I’d rather prove it, every day, in the little things.”

At the end of the night, he walks you home, his hand resting securely on your lower back. Before you go, he tilts your chin up gently and presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “Happy Valentine’s, darlin’,” he murmurs. “I hope ya know—you’ll always have my heart.”

KORAI HOSHIUMI

Valentine’s Day with Hoshiumi Korei is full of charm and excitement. You wake up to a text that’s as energetic and lively as he is: “Happy Valentine’s Day!! Hope you’re ready for an amazing day because I’m definitely ready!!” His enthusiasm is infectious, and you can’t help but feel excited for the day ahead.

When he picks you up, he’s grinning from ear to ear, practically bouncing with energy. He hands you a gift that’s quirky and fun—maybe a little plushie or something that reflects his playful side. “I thought this was perfect for you!” he says, looking proud of his choice. He’s always got a way of making even the smallest gifts feel special.

The day is filled with adventure, and he’s all about making things fun. Whether it’s going to a lively spot in the city, trying out something new together, or just being spontaneous, he makes sure every moment is filled with excitement. His infectious energy and constant jokes keep you laughing all day. You can tell he’s enjoying every second, and his bright smile only makes everything feel that much better.

Dinner is at a place that matches his upbeat personality—something vibrant, with lots of good food and laughter. He insists on ordering something extravagant, just because he wants to make sure the day feels memorable. “I’m treating you to the best tonight!” he says, even though you’re just happy to be there with him.

As the day winds down, he’s still full of energy but takes a quiet moment to look at you with that genuine, softer expression he doesn’t often show. “Thanks for making today so much fun,” he says, giving you a light kiss on the cheek. “I’m really glad I got to spend Valentine’s Day with you.”

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

Valentine’s Day with Sakusa is quiet, sincere, and unexpectedly thoughtful. You wake up to a message from him: “Happy Valentine’s Day. I hope it’s a good one.” Simple, to the point, but it makes you smile because you know it’s from the heart.

When he picks you up, he’s dressed impeccably, his usual cool, composed demeanor in full effect. He hands you a gift, carefully wrapped in sleek paper—nothing too extravagant, but clearly something he put thought into. “I thought you might like this,” he says, his voice calm but sincere. Inside, it’s something you’ve mentioned in passing, a small token that shows he listens and remembers the little details.

The day unfolds at a relaxed pace. You grab coffee at a quiet café where Sakusa doesn’t say much, but his presence is steady and comforting. He listens intently as you talk, giving you his full attention without the distractions of the outside world. There’s no need for grand gestures with him—his way of showing affection is through those small, meaningful moments.

As the day goes on, he keeps it simple, suggesting a walk through a park or a visit to a bookstore, where he’s content to simply be with you. You both enjoy the peace and quiet, just the two of you, no need for unnecessary words or attention. In these moments, you realize how much he values your presence.

As the night winds down, he quietly pulls you in for a hug, the usual distance between you two momentarily gone. “I’m glad we spent today together,” he murmurs. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” And with that, he gives you a soft kiss on the forehead, a quiet, genuine expression of affection that speaks volumes.

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kitashousewife · 2 years ago

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you started dating kita shinsuke your second year of high school.

you met him at the beginning of the school year when you asked him for help with your math homework. he happily obliged, and by the end of it he had earned your phone number.

the next few weeks were filled with late nights texting each other, talking about nothing at all. you learned his favorite color, and you told him about your favorite songs. he asked you to be his girlfriend a month after.

that was eight years ago. red is still his favorite color, and he still has your favorite songs on his playlist.

the first two years of your relationship was filled with tests, study sessions under his grandma’s blossom tree, and many volleyball matches. you never missed a game, not even the far away ones. always in the crowd to cheer him on while he gave you a small smile, ears red and cheeks pink.

kita picked you up for your first date in a old farm truck. you heard him coming yards away as the engine hummed through the neighborhood. the paint chipped and exhaust sputtering as he parked in the driveway, palms a little sweaty as he fixed his hair in the rear view. he about jumped out of his skin when he saw that you were already at his door. he still drives that truck, using it for chores and deliveries, but you’ll never say no to a ride when he asks.

that same truck got the two of you into trouble. the sound alone made it almost impossible to stay out late, cutting sneaky last minute kisses on your front porch short. one particular night, you had begged your mom to let you stay out late, to which she agreed as long as you were home by midnight. at 11:59, in a fit of giggles, the two of you came racing into the driveway.

kita pulled you in for a kiss, only to be illuminated by the the kitchen light flicking on. you jumped out of the truck, running into the house with a dopey grin on your face while you made up an excuse to your mom, blaming non existent traffic for slowing you down.

kita wasn’t off the hook either that night. gran heard him coming from down the road, waiting for him in her rocker with raised eyebrows.

after graduation, the two of you spent every moment you could together. delivering kita snacks while he worked in the fields, having picnics under the stars, even joining his friends on trips to the lake.

when it was time to head to university, kita was the first to offer to help you pack. he calmed your nerves and dried your tears, promising to be there for you whenever you needed.

he called you every day while you were at university, even traveling to see you between holidays.

after you got your degree, gran so graciously offered to let you live with her. your family had moved away, and you couldn’t bear to be away from kita any longer. you spent your days at work, only to come home and enjoy dinner cooked by gran with the man who had your entire heart.

as if you had any more to give, kita asked for the rest of your heart at the end of harvest a couple years ago, proposing with a family ring that he had been saving. you could only nod as tears streamed down your face, being spun around under the evening sun. kita didn’t even change, still wearing the work pants and stained t shirt, dusty boots and sun hat that he donned earlier that morning. he couldn’t wait any longer.

your wedding was everything you could have imagined. full of friends and family, dancing and food. kita spent weeks with his friends fixing up the yard, making it fit for a queen and her king on their big day. lights hung from the trees, flowers from your garden littering the grass and tables, all while your friends laughed and sang along to soundtrack to your love.

three years later, you and kita sit in the back yard after dinner in an attempt to cool off after a long day preparing for harvest. the summer sun hung low in the air while you filled kita in on the phone call you had with your mother.

“she found a few boxes of my things,” you sighed. “stuff from school, photos and things. i told her to set them aside.”

“anything good?” kita’s back is on the grass, and his feet are flat on the ground. the knees of his pants are soiled brown from the fields.

“photo albums, note books, random odds and ends i think. i’ll grab them from her eventually,” you pick at the blades of grass at your feet. “i’m sure we could have a good laugh at some of them.”

your husbands mud stained hand comes to rest on your thigh.

“do ya remember when i first brought ya home to gran?”

you smile. it was an absolute disaster.

“i thought i would never be welcomed back,” you laugh, and kita snorts.

“she loves ya too much,” he closes his eyes as you play with his hands. “what did ya break again? a plate?”

“a drinking glass,” you nod. the memory is as vivid as ever. you had offered to help with dinner, but while you were turning to grab a hot pad you ended up knocking a drinking glass off of the counter. you apologized over and over, no matter how much gran waved you off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal. i’ve got a cupboard full of them, she said.

“ya know what she told me after i dropped ya off that night?”

“bubble wrap her next time?”

“no,” he playfully flicks your leg. “she said how much she liked ya, how she thought ya had great manners. she loved how sweet ya were too,” he says. “gran told me that night that i would never be bored with ya,”

you grin. “and gave you been bored?”

“not recently,” he teases. “i have never been bored with you. i love sharin’ this life with ya, no matter what we’re doin’,” he sits up next to you and wraps his arm around you.

“even dishes?” you rest your head on his shoulder and he chuckles. as long as you’ve known him, that’s been his least favorite chore.

“even dishes,” he nods and takes a sip from his glass. “do ya wanna go for a drive?”

you eye his truck, still as faded and beat up as the first time you saw it. except of course for the scratch on the tailgate from when you tried to drive it for the first time.

“always, shin. where are we heading tonight?” you dust off your legs and his before you walk towards the driveway.

“i didn’t have anywhere in mind,” he opens the door for you, as always, shutting it before walking to the drivers side. “is that alright?”

“it’s perfect,” you look out towards the fields, now slightly golden from the sinking sun. the irrigation sprinklers would be going off soon. “maybe we can stop by gran. i have some things from the garden to give her,”

kita nods, placing his hand on your thigh. the middle seat between the two of you won’t be empty for long. usually after a few minutes, you slide over to sit right next to him.

the two of you pull out of the driveway and down the road, taking in the farm land around you. rows and rows of corn, grass, wheat, and rice. some fields of livestock, some empty for the season. kita drives with one hand, and you can’t help but smile when the light catches his sparkling wedding band as it shines against his tan fingers.

you don’t know how you got so incredibly lucky all of those years ago. you’ve never wanted anyone else. no matter what, no matter where, you’re always going to choose kita. the man who holds your bags for you, picks you a flower on his walk from the fields, the man who has a polaroid of you on the dash of his truck.

the man who has loved you fully from the start.

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afyrian · 6 months ago

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dancing to you kita shinsuke x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1k | synopsis: you go line dancing with your friends

you take another ship of whiskey, the harsh feel of the alcohol on the back of your throat. it's robust and thick, hints of vanilla hidden within, the caramelized color swirling in the glass. music plays through the speakers to the point of nearly deafening you, boots stomping against the wooden flooring. biting your lip, you turn back to hitoka.

she has a cowboy hat on, boots matching with the wild west theme of the night. when you look at her, she's already revving to go on the dance floor, hand tapping to the rhythm against the table. "we have to join them," she tries to shout in your ear, the noise far too bold.

staring out at the sea of dancers you can feel your heart nearly pounding out of your chest. you have rhythm, in all practicality you should be able to do a simple line dance. however, your heart beating echoes through your ears and no amount of whiskey can smother it, "no, no, hitoka, i can't do it!"

the music changes tracks, her hand stilled wrapped around hers as she pulls you over. looking back at you, cheaply made cowboy hat and all, she smiles, unaware of the plea you made. baby why don't we just turn that tv off... the song plays, melody playing through your head like an old, yet familiar record. scratching your memory in a specific way.

three hundred fifteen channels of bad news on. the group starts a specific dance, kicking their feet forward and grasping the front of their belts. you watch as they step back, feet moving similarly to their's. well, it might be me, but the way i see it, the whole wide world has gone crazy! so baby, why don't we just dance?

you move your foot forward, stomping the ground in a similar motion to yachi. your boots dig into your heels slightly, one of her other shoes slightly too small for you. biting your lip, eyebrows furrowing, you follow along slowly. guess the little bitty living room ain't gonna look like much, the whole group turns quickly, kicking forward.

turning with them, you feel something slip under your shoe, possibly from the beer your neighbor to your front is still holding. you feel yourself slip to the side, boots unable to grip to the ground. when the lights go down and we move- hitting into the person next to you, you instinctively claw at him arm. feeling his hand grasp onto your forearm, you look up at him, breathing heavily.

he looks down at you, free hand reaching for your waist to keep you up, gaze matching yours. the crowd continues stepping back and forth, their heels striking the ground in an aesthetically pleasing click. "thank you!" you shout over the music, fixing your feet so you can stand up on your own, ankles killing you.

"what?" he shouts, beads of sweat on his forehead, eyes a striking hazel color.

"thank you!" you reach up hand wrapping around his shoulder as you get closer to his ear, "i appreciate it!"

the mysterious dancer narrows his eyes, still trying to understand you as everyone turns again. instead of trying to shout once more, he moves his hand into yours, leading you off of the dance floor. his hands have a rough feel to them. yet the way he holds you is gentle and kind, making sure you can get through the crowd safely.

leading you to the bar, he raises his eyebrows, smiling slightly, "are you okay ma'am?"

the music is quieter where you stand, and your hand doesn't move from his quickly. in a comfortable manner you part, barely evening noticing the small interaction. "yeah, my ankles are killing me and i think my friend is lost in there.. but thank you! i would've crashed and burned honestly," your shoulders drop, pain throbbing in the ankle that slipped.

"i can ask for an ice pack for you, hate for you to be walking on a bad ankle," he flicks his hat up some before moving his hands to his hips.

you shake your head, pulling the cowboy hat off of your head, setting it down on the table. looking back up, you can see that he’s already heading for the barkeep. pursing your lips you look back at the crowd to find hitoka. through a few people she’s developed herself into the music, moving in sync with those who have practiced for months.

the room smells of alcohol and sweet, the chair slightly sticky as you sit down. moisture in the air feels abnormal against your skin, your hands reaching down to feel your ankle. pulling at the boot only worsens your pain though, “oh damn..”

“here let me help,” your mysterious savior says to you, hair sticking out of the ends of his hat, the same comforting smile on his face, “it’s a bit tricky getting these off, so if you just pull, you could disconnect somethin’.”

grabbing the ice pack from his hand, you watch as he slips his hands into your boot. your lips turn into a confused smile as he widens it some, slipping off the boot in a more comfortable motion, “once again, thank you so much! i think i would’ve died without you.”

“it’s no problem ma’am…”

“l/n y/n, someone who has never line danced and probably never will again. and you are?” you question, taking the ice pack and resting it against your ankle, the cooling sensation giving your receptors a break.

he laughs under his breath, taking a seat beside you, “i’m kita shinsuke and you really shouldn’t swear it off, it can be a lot of fun.”

you shake your head, biting your lip. on second thought, just the way you are is already driving me crazy. so baby, why don’t we just dance? the music plays beautifully with the moment, almost like he’s inviting you back. “right.. well, i think my ankle would beg to differ,” you give him a smile, shrugging your shoulders.

“we could come back together and i’d help you learn, don’t worry ms. l/n, i wouldn’t lead you astray,” kita leans forward, resting his elbows against his knees, trying to get to your level as you continue to ice your ankle.

“i don’t have any doubts about that,” you laugh, just now seeing hitoka emerge from the crowd, internally not wanting the interaction to end.

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nectardaddy · 7 months ago

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'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

epilogue | again

masterlist

final track. . . arkansas diamond

spinoff -> serendipity, a collection of random situations and insanity between kitayn because I'm too in love with them to let them go

check out these mood boards : '88 Ford | yn | kita

cw/notes: they do be smooching in this, this fic (this chapter in particular) is my magnum opus, deadass believe I astral projected while writing this, this is it :') but serendipity is soon to come! we will never truly be done with '88 Ford ❤️

There was a chill in the air that bit at his exposed arms; absentmindedly forgetting his sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, and giving his jacket to the woman beside him. An old, worn work jacket; seams fraying and an earthy smell lingering on it but clean nonetheless. Wrapped around her like a blanket to fight off the brisk weather; although, she told him before 'I don't need a damn jacket, I'll be fine.' But he knew, always, that she would ask for it anyway, and he would always give it to her.

They laid in the old truck bed, her father's farm use ‘88 Ford, the cool metal touching every sliver of exposed skin they had. Though he didn't feel the cold air nip at his arms, nor the bite of the harsh metal. A recovered missing piece of his soul burning right through every chill he ever felt. A latter emptiness in his heart, that was once hollow and echoed, was now filled to capacity, jam packed and overflowing with adoration and intimacy. And all they did was look up at the sky. Content and happy - in love.

“That one's Orion," spoken softly as he pointed up towards a cluster of stars. Tiny specks forming a prominent figure of a man holding a bow amongst the inky sky. "My grandmother said he symbolized celebration and joy,” a forethought before a smile pulled at his lips. “You're my joy.” He turned his head to look over at her, pleasantly surprised to find she was already looking at him. He chuckled. "You weren't even lookin’, were you?”

"I was,” she chuckled, “earlier at least.” Earning another chuckle in response, “I like lookin’ at you more, Shin, you're handsome.” He felt her hand leave his, once having fingers interlocked, and move towards his face. Brushing small pieces of gray away from his eyes, she smiled. “You're my handsome man with pretty brown eyes.”

He felt himself melt right then and there, becoming a lovesick puddle of a man as he locked eyes with her. “I'm so in love with you.” Voice quiet in comparison to the night air, crickets and frogs noisily filling up the silence the nighttime offered.

“Say it again.”

A soft command, and he wholeheartedly complied. “I'm so in love with you. I don't think I'll ever stop fallin’ for you either, I'll fall until I die I think.” It wasn't a quiet love, nor was it soft. It was loud, exclamatory, sharp, and lurid. He would offer her the world if she asked, figure out how to give her the stars - one word and he was utterly hopeless.

A lull in conversation at his words, he heard her take a breath and watched as her smile faltered ever so slightly. Taking in eyes that swirled with an emotion of pure, unbreakable devotion. A love that was fiery and untamable within the woman; felt it scorch his very skin as her fingers still brushed hair from his eyes. But it would never leave a mark, it was a love that was made for him, and him alone - it didn't hurt to fan such flames and set her ablaze.

“Again. Say it again.”

He took her hand within his own, the gentle touch on his face halting as he held it a moment. His smile turned to a grin as he leaned closer to her, centimeters away from her that made her breath catch in her throat. Staying there only briefly, brown eyes flickering over the features of her face.

“I love you,” spoken before he kissed her.

“‘Love you s’much,” said through a breath as his lips smiled against her own.

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” voiced between kisses.

She couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled from her throat, grinned after each kiss until it wasn't possible anymore. Giggling to the point he had to pull away, a cheesy smile on his lips once he did.

“I love you too, Shinsuke, 'til my last dyin’ breath.”

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lou-struck · 2 years ago

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The Perfect One

Shinsuke Kita x reader

~You visit Kita at his Farmers Market booth and realize that he has closed up early to run an important errand.

WC: 1.6k

The market hasn’t even been open for thirty minutes, but already the streets are packed full of cars; your eyes scan the packed street, searching for even the tightest parking spot.

Today you plan to surprise your boyfriend at his farmer’s market stand, give him some much-needed quality time, and take him out for a lunch date after he closes up shop, Which, according to your calculations, should be selling out in an hour or so…

Shinsuke Kita’s Rice stand is one of the most popular booths due to the high quality of his product and the fact that most vendors and patrons have fallen head over heels for the handsome rice farmer.

And how could they not?

Shinsuke’s honest charm and hardworking demeanor are enough to make anyone fall in love with him. But out of everyone, he chooses to be with you because he loves you just as much as you love him.

And this silly feeling called love is what compelled you to wake up early on a Saturday morning fueled with nothing but the promise of a large cup of coffee and some freshly baked scones with raspberry jelly once you find him.

Your car creeps through the street at a snail’s pace as you spot a light blue truck pulling out from a parking spot on the corner. As you approach, you notice that it looks like a tight fit, but you squeeze into it the best you can. Pulling forward, you hear the overly dramatic sound of your front bumper hitting the curb, but as you reverse slightly and put the car in the park, you shake it off, slipping out of the driver’s seat and onto the pavement.

Rays of sun hit your skin through the layer of cloudy overcast as you walk, making the short trip to the center of the market rather pleasant as you pass people carrying baskets overflowing with fresh produce, baked goods, handcrafted soaps, and other goods.

Stands to sparkle with racks of handmade jewelry and blown glass trinkets that vie for your attention as you walk; if you haven’t been here before, you would’ve lost yourself amongst the crowd, but luckily, you know your way around fairly well by now.

As you get closer to your boyfriend’s usual spot, a few produce vendors you recognize from the weeks before. Despite the many customers at their stalls, they still give you a friendly wave as you walk; off in the distance, you see the edge of the hand-painted sign outside of Shinsuke’s booth, the sign the two of your painted together months ago.

Memories of that wine-stained night bring a giddy smile to your chapstick lips as you quicken your pace, springing over a spilled cone of shaved ice that someone must’ve just dropped.

You creep slowly around the corner, ready to scare. Instead of his soft smile and strong form, behind the register rests a generic sign.

Be back in 30 minutes…

That’s strange; even with his cashbox secured, Kita would never just leave his booth unattended for such a long time. You can’t help but wonder where he has gone.

Is he not feeling well?

Is he in the bathroom?

Whatever the answer may be, you choose to go sit at his stall to watch it until he gets back. You would hate for someone to try and steal things from him.

The next stand over, a friendly older woman peeks out from behind a massive pile of unshucked corn on the cob and gives you the warmest smile you have received all week. She is a longtime friend of Kita’s grandmother and almost always slips you one of her homemade apple tarts. Her floppy sun hat protects her lovingly aged skin from the harsh rays of the overcast sky.

“Oh, hello, My Dear,” she calls in her soft voice. “What brings you to the market so early?”

“Good morning,” you smile, watching fondly as her little leopard-printed cane carries her closer to you. I came to surprise Shinsuke, but it seems he went off somewhere.”

“Oh, don’t worry about him, Dear; he’ll be right back.” she laughs. There is a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she looks at you. “But I told that sweet boy I would watch his stall.”

“An errand?” you ask. “Is he feeling alright? It is so unlike him to just leave the stall”.

She just smiles knowingly. “He is just fine dear, but if you would like to check on him, head to the stalls near the main street while I hold down the fort.”

“Oh, thank you so much,” you smile. “I’ll head over there now.” With a final wave, you turn the corner and leave the stall in her capable hands.

It’s only a quick walk to the main street, but the cluster of booths is different from the usual produce stalls you are familiar with. It only takes a little sniff of the fresh air to figure out that Main Street is where all the flower vendors set up shop to sell their wonderfully constructed bouquets of flowers. Sunflowers, lilts, Peonies, and Daisies galore in every color you can think of rest in large buckets of water reaching upwards toward the light.

You wander past each stall, enchanted by the sweet smells and vibrant petals, until you hear a familiar voice speaking to one of the vendors.

“Thank you for taking the time to help me out with this. All of these are breathtaking, but I want to find the right one.” Your boyfriend says, aching down and smelling a large pink Lilly.

“Is there a particular combination you are looking for?” the vendor says, a light pink blush on their cheeks, no doubt having fallen victim to his natural charm.

“Not a combination in general; I just want a Bouquet that looks like them.” he hums, placing his hand under his chin in thought.

The vendor turns their head to the side. “How so?”

“The peonies with the iris are so fun and vibrant, just like Y/n, but then the Tulips with eucalyptus, baby’s breath, and Callalilles look so elegant and beautiful it makes me wonder if they could see themselves in those as well.”

“Young man, if everyone put as much thought into a bouquet of flowers as you did, the would be a much better place,” they say honestly. “I am sure whatever one you choose, your partner will love, especially with you being such a romantic.”

“I don’t know if I would consider myself a romantic; I just want y/n to have a nice bouquet of flowers today,” he says simply. Even though he has his back to you, you see the way the back of his neck flushes at the vendor’s words.

Is he really putting all this thought into a bouquet for you?

A part of you feels guilty for eavesdropping on him, but really, your heart is fluttering out of control at such a romantic gesture. You turn your back and dart quickly behind a tent that shields you from his view.

Just as you think you are in the clear, you hear a pleasant voice call out from behind out. “It looks like you caught me.” Your breath hitches; Kita has always been too good at picking up those little details, especially when it comes to you.

“I-i’m sorry,’ you stammer, turning around to face him, “I just wanted to surprise you, and I ended up ruining yours.”

His coffee-colored gaze softens as he takes in every inch of your flustered features as if they were a work of art. “You didn’t ruin anything, quite the opposite, actually.”

You blink as you take in his words; how exactly is you ruining his floral surprise a good thing?

“How so?”

He chuckles to himself, “Because now we can pick out the flowers together.” He says it so simply as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Your knees feel weak as he continues, “I want to know what you like so that I can surprise you in the future. You deserve a life full of happy surprises.”

Boom, there goes your heart, and blood rushes to your cheeks so quickly that your hands fly to cover your face from the world.

“Flustered, are we?” he laughs softly, removing your hands from your face and tilting up your chin with the utmost care.

Playfully you stick your tongue out at him with an endearing boldness, “Sometimes I think you’re too good at this. Is there someone else you practice on?”

He rolls his eyes as a characteristic snort escapes his lips. “Only you, My Love. Do I need to prove it to you?”

“Absolutely,” you tease, letting your gaze fall from his sparkling eyes and onto his soft lips. They curve upward knowingly before they meet yours in a tender kiss. He holds you gently as if you are one of the many flowers in the surrounding booths.

You’re breathless, but you want more; Kita’s touch, combined with the sweet floral fragrance, is dizzying and makes you forget about the hundreds of people passing by on the other side of the tented wall.

He pulls away with a tenderness that makes you feel like you are falling in love over and over again. The sweetest look in his eyes as he guides you back towards the flower stalls and the rows and rows of bouquets, so that the two of you can pick out the perfect one together.

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hanmaitani · 7 months ago

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A Winter Ball

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 3.1K GENRE - fluff CW - reader wears a dress and jewelry, kita is my dream

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As fall nears its close, Shinsuke longs more and more to bring you into his home. He longs to show you the glamorous palace and the fine pleasures that he hopes one day will be yours just as they are his. He wants to show you who he truly is and hopes desperately that you’ll accept him despite the omission he’s been spinning around for the months he’s known and fallen for you. Shinsuke’s plans start to fall in place when he’s presented with a perfect opportunity to bring you into the kingdom for a night.

It’s a shock to him when he’s confronted by his grandmother’s private seamstress. Wings fluttering behind her, scraps of fabrics falling from the book in her arms as she scurries towards him. “Your highness! Your highness, a moment please!” She bows quickly when she finds herself directly in front of her crown prince before quickly explaining herself. “I was sent on business from her majesty, she requested I speak to you in private about this matter.” Her eyes flicker towards the guard posted at the entrance to the hall, a formality of the palace that Shinsuke had never gotten used to.

Shinsuke scrunches his eyebrows in slight confusion before nodding and leading the seamstress into the adjacent office room, an empty space in which they could shut the door and have a bit of privacy. “What business did my grandmother send you for?”

“Right!” She shuffled quickly to the desk and laid open the book in her arms, flipping through the pages before she came to the correct one. “Her majesty has commissioned me to design a dress for your highness’ mysterious faerie. She’s under the assumption you would like to invite her to the ball you’re hosting for this year’s solstice.”

Shinsuke stood in shock for a moment, blinking blankly at the small girl next to him as her wings nearly buzzed in excitement.

“Her majesty sent me to you so you could help me with some of the design aspects. And the fabrics you’d wish for me to use for it.” He watched as her hand brushed over the page, small fingers pointing to the first image, the front of the dress. “I was thinking of a corseted front and I have these small jewels I can embroider into the swirls.” She rifled through the pocket of her dress and produced a small pack of cerulean gemstones to lay in front of him on the table. “The dress would end just above the floor so that it wouldn’t catch while she danced. Could you acquire her height for me please?”

“My grandmother asked you to do this?” The seamstress nodded without looking up, unaware of the softness that had come over Shinsuke’s features, the sudden realization he could bring you here. He had no time for his worries to begin about the lack of your wings before the seamstress turned her page.

“The back wouldn’t hold a train because though that would be elegant, it would make it awfully hard to dance.” She giggled slightly at her own comment and Shinsuke spoke before she could continue.

“What is that?” His eyes were glued to the center of the dress, the delicate sketches taking him off guard.

“Ah! Yes! Her majesty was very specific that the wings on the dress should be perceived as if they were simply laying down in a relaxed position. She asked me to speak to you of that as well, what the coloring and shape should be like so that I may properly attach them to the dress and make them look as natural as possible.”

“She-” Shinsuke cut himself off, his mind spinning over the woman next to him so casually speaking of adding false wings onto a dress for you. “Excuse me for a moment.” He turned back towards the door.

“Your highness, before you go!” She called quickly, forcing Shinsuke to turn to see her over his shoulder. “Thoughts, please? So that I may get started. I’ve been instructed to finish her dress before I work on her majesty’s.”

Shinsuke paused, his thoughts were racing but he breathed long enough to answer. “The jewels, could we do them in a lavender instead?” The seamstress nodded, quickly noting it on the paper. “The fabric should be made from the softest petals, but with iridescence.” He sighed to turn before one more thought. “It should be accessorized with gold.”

“The shoes as well?” Shinsuke nodded curtly at the seamstress before opening the door. “She’s in her study! Please come by my workshop when you’re done, for the shaping!”

Shinsuke’s steps were rushed as he navigated through the vast emptiness of the palace, towards his grandmother’s quarters. Quickly but firmly shutting himself inside her study with her, shooing off the guard to ensure the privacy of their upcoming conversation.

“Grandmother,” he turned to face her, worry written across his features as he stared at her from across the room, “you-”

“Please do not scrunch your face like that my darling boy.” She smiled lightly above the rim of her teacup before setting it down. “I assume my seamstress has finally caught up with you?”

“Yes, she just has. She informed me that you-”

“Wonderful, and has she begun to design something wonderful for your mystery faerie.”

“Well, yes. But grandmother she told me you-”

“Yes, yes, my boy. I know.” His grandmother smiled grandly at the speechlessness that Shinsuke now demonstrated. “She’s a wingless one isn’t she?” She hummed in thought as she stood and rounded her desk to be face to face with him. Her soft hands cupped his face and closed his mouth that he, until that point, was unaware was open. “Tried to think of why my grandson would neglect to introduce me to the faerie he’s found himself so enamored by. Pieced it together when I noticed you walking more and flying less. Practicing for her, no?”

“And you’re…” Shinsuke trailed off, eyes flickering around the glimmer in his grandmother’s eyes, “you’re not upset?”

“Oh my dear boy, no.” She smiled as she brushed back a piece of Shinsuke’s hair. “I’m thrilled that you’ve found someone you love so deeply. It’s all I’ve ever wanted for you. Where she comes from and what she doesn’t possess is of no concern to me. So long as she loves you back.” Shinsuke breathed deeply, like a weight had been lifted off of him as his grandmother removed her hands. “The royal advisors on the other hand,” she scoffed at her own mention of them, “oh they’d have a fit to know she was wingless. So we shall keep it from them for now, yes? Let the two of you enjoy yourselves a bit longer.” She gave a playful smile over her shoulder as Shinsuke still stood there speechless at the new revelation.

“Now,” she clapped her hands together as she made her way back to her original seat, “please go make your way back to my seamstress so she can make this dress perfect for my future granddaughter.” Shinsuke’s cheeks flared up at his grandmother’s casual permission for him to marry you but he couldn’t help the smile on his lips. “Oh! And see if you can’t get Aran to go along with you when you stop by now and then. I do think she’s sporting a bit of a crush on him and I think they’d be wonderful together.”

Shinsuke smiled at his grandmother’s typical meddling as he showed himself out of the study, a newfound goal in his mind.

In the following weeks, Shinsuke spends any free time he’s not with you, practicing his dancing and helping to design your new dress. He has a newfound excitement for the upcoming ball. He usually doesn’t find himself in excitement over the annual winter solstice ball, but with the prospect of you being there, he can’t seem to get time to move quickly enough.

He’s roped everyone into helping him practice his dancing. Swearing Aran, Suna, and the twins to secrecy as he drags them into his quarters at night and forces them to play the part of you in the dance. He wants to pull it off perfectly, for it to be seamless and unsuspecting when he spins you in the air. So people don’t notice that your wings are all for show.

She shoes are the first thing he gifts you as he asks you to come to the ball at the palace, assuring you he has a way that no one will suspect anything. He spends days practicing your walk in them. The small heel being more than you’d ever tried before leads to a couple stumbles and falls. He always catches you. By the time the ball has approached, he has you buzzing in excitement. He leaves you the day before with the newly finished dress and all the accessories he’s had created along with it.

You feel weird, you won’t lie to yourself. You’ve never donned such an elegant garment. The petals that make the dress are made of the softest lavender petals layered along the inside of an pellucid iridescent silk-like fabric. The lavender crystalline decorations that decorated the front of the corset top sparkled and refracted light across the walls of your small home.

Angel sleeves made of the same iridescent silk that lined the rest of your dress laid daintily along your arms, just translucent enough to be able to see the arm bracelets Shinsuke had provided you adorning your forearms. Gold metal that matched the other jewelry, decorated with dainty golden butterflies and flowers, glimmering and twisting around both your arms. The pieces on your ears resembled the same style. Small pins of gold swirling up and around your ears with small lavender gems encrusted into their surface. Even the shoes were gold and matching. Golden dragonflies laid across the toes of them.

By far, however, the part that had shocked you the most, was the heaviness from the back of the dress. Large wings stitched into the back seams of the dress. They looked perfect, real, as if they emerged from beneath the dress. As if they belonged to you.

The wings shimmered as you turned. Light filtering through them to produce purple and pink shadows across the walls. They were upright, as if you could take off with them, a change from the original plan that you were unaware that Shinsuke had made for you.

A knock at your door shook you from the enchantment your reflection was holding you in at the moment. Not fully recognizing yourself beneath the sparkles and ornate jewelry. You expected Shinsuke to greet you when your door opened but were taken aback by the two boys who graced your presence instead.

“Sorry, I was expecting-” You cut yourself off as you looked at the nearly identical boys, nervousness pulling on the seam where your corset reached the skirt of your dress.

“His high-ow.” The brunette rubbed his arm where the black haired boy had jabbed him but quickly cleared his throat and started over. “Shinsuke sent us to escort you.”

The other seemed to pick up on your apprehension, the way your eyes flitted between the two, and yanked who you assumed to be his brother back by a step to seem less imposing. “Shinsuke had to finish his part in setting up the ball.” He explained, his tongue twisting around the partial truth as he stared at you. “I’m Osamu, and this is Atsumu. We’re part of the palace’s court.” Osamu offered you his hand and you tentatively took it, letting him guide you outside of your home.

“No worries, our only job right now is to make sure you get there safely.” Atsumu held his hand out for you to place your other in and they effortlessly lifted you onto the back of one of the spirit foxes that loved you so much.

Your nerves were soothed slightly when you twisted your hands in the fox’s fur, a familiar place for you to be as the three of you set off towards the forest. You tried to prepare yourself to go deeper into the kingdom than you’d ever ventured before. No idea what to expect from the kingdom you’d only ever dreamed of being in. Worried that you would be found out tonight.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight of the palace. It was larger than anything you’d dreamed up. Copper, gold, and platinum twisted into decorations that graced every wall and arch in elegant designs. Flowers grew off every surface, soft white petals falling now and then into the pathways made of stone.

“Come now, he must be waiting.” Osamu beckoned you down from your seat and you silently thanked him when he helped your dress not get caught on the way. You could hear the music from the courtyard playing as you entered the front gate, your breath catching at every new sight.

“Now,” Atsumu caught your attention as you neared the last archway, “make sure to curtsy when you get to him.”

“Wait, what?” You whipped your head around in confusion to look at him but there was just a mischievous smile on his lips as he bowed slightly and went through the archway, leaving you behind.

“Common courtesy.” Osamu wore the same little smile as he duplicated his brother’s actions and disappeared through the arch.

It took a few deep breaths and a very adamant internal pep talk for you to work up the courage to walk through the archway yourself. Pushing the vines that acted like a curtain out of the way you slowly saw the party coming into view.

Faeries were walking and flying from one spot to another. Laughter and cheering came from small groups and chatter filled the empty air. The smile that grew on your face was inevitable. You’d never seen so many faeries in the same place before.

Shinsuke caught sight of you before you’d seen him. His heart seemed to jump into his throat, the simple golden crown sat heavy on his head. He was sure he could pass it for normal, a few of the other faeries wearing headpieces to the ball as well. But you looked stunning. He was sure, if he wasn’t already in love with you, he would have fallen for you on the spot.

The light from the fireflies that lit up the courtyard seemed to bounce off you every time you turned, sending your sparkles across the crowd. He nervously toyed with the headpiece he held at his side as he stepped down from his spot on the steps. The crowd parted for him easily, giving him quicker access to you.

Your attention was drawn by your name being called. Shinsuke looked like he walked straight out of your dreams. In a lavender suit with golden patterns of swirls. A small crown of golden leaves laid on top of his silver hair. His eyes were glued to you. It felt like even the crowd parted for the two of you to meet.

You let out a soft ‘oh’ as you got to him, nearly forgetting what the twins had told you to do. The soft curtsy you gave made Shinsuke’s cheeks heat up slightly as he smiled at you.

“You look enchanting.” He breathed the words out as he looked at you eyes shining as he admired the way the dress looked on you. There weren’t enough words in his vocabulary to express how beautiful he thought you were. “I have one thing I forgot to give you.”

You saw the gold as he lifted it towards your head. A diadem made from dainty golden leaves. Encrusted with lavender colored jewels and decorated with golden dragonflies just like your shoes. He placed the headpiece delicately on the top of your head before stepping back to admire you in full.

“You look really nice, Shin.”

“You look like everything I’ve ever dreamed of.” The sentiment makes a blush settle on your cheeks, warmth blooming against the cold air as he bows towards you, offering his hand for you to take. “Will you do me the pleasure of dancing with me?” A smile plays on his lips as you place your hand in his and let him lead you towards the floor.

It’s like stepping into your home, when you feel Shinsuke pull you into his arms on the dance floor. It’s all a fairytale, being with him here, but the nervousness still settles across your skin like the whispers do among the crowd. You can feel the eyes on the two of you as you follow his lead, gliding across the floor daintily.

“Shinsuke,” your whisper is barely heard above the strings of the music as the two of you dance, “they’re all staring.” Your eyes flit nervously across the still crowd, connecting briefly with a few pairs of eyes, strangers who you’ve never seen before. “They know the wings are fake, don’t they?”

Shinsuke’s laugh is soft and it calms your nerves as his palm smoothes over your waist, fingers spreading to reach just under the base of the faux wings. “No, they’re staring because you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever laid eyes on.” He leans to dip you, spinning at the same time and your eyes flutter. It feels like an illusion, the crowd letting out a collective gasp as your dress flares out around you and Shinsuke. “Do you trust me?” He asks as he lifts you back to him, arm winding your waist, keeping you closer than before.

“With my life.” You don’t think before the words tumble from your lips, true feelings spilling straight from your soul into your voicebox.

You barely notice it at first. You’re too lost in the feeling of warmth between the two of you, lost in the glimmer of his eyes. It isn’t until he dips you again that you notice your feet aren’t on the ground anymore, that the faeries surrounding you were lower, staring at the two of you in awe. A sudden wave of euphoria takes over your body as Shinsuke effortlessly twirls you, keeping the two of you suspended.

A crescendo in the music has other couples joining you in the air. It’s a flurry of spinning dresses and fireflies that dip between couples. Wings that flutter and sparkle under the lights, refracting diamond-like reflections along the gardens and the slopes of the vine-covered walls. You’re lost in the beauty of it all and Shinsuke is lost in the beauty of you. He’s in love with this, being able to show you off, to love you openly in front of his entire kingdom.

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kingyo-konbini · 8 months ago

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TAKING WHAT’S NOT YOURS [KITA SHINSUKE X READER]

[SUMMARY] kita’s friend suddenly moves out of town without a word. he doesn’t realize how much she took with her when she left. [PRONOUNS] she/her [GENRE] light angst | song fic [POV] third person [WORD COUNT] 977 [CONTENT] miscommunication/lack thereof | unknowing mutual pining | inspo from song lyrics [A/N] may or may not have stolen this from a thing I wrote for my oc and tweaked it a bit…

(I still have everything you brought / But you never took)

She’d left her book.

It was a strange book, one Kita had never read himself despite finding the title intriguing. “Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World” by Murakami Haruki. She was more than halfway through it, the pale blue bookmark he’d given her sticking out from the pages.

It sat on his desk, next to a near-empty pack of peach-flavored gum. She’d left that, too.

The thought of reading the book for himself crossed his mind, but the moment the thought occurred, a sick, sour feeling bubbled up in his stomach, telling him he couldn’t—he needed to save her spot, so she could pick it up again when they met.

The gum, however, did need to go. He was more of a mint fan himself, and the gum might go stale by the time they reunited. Could gum go stale? Regardless, it would just be better to buy her a new pack, anyway.

His feet wouldn’t move towards his desk, though.

[“You left your book and some gum.”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

The book and the pack of gum remained on his desk, untouched, for almost a month. Then, his grandmother took pity on him and threw the pack away and put the book on his bookshelf.

She didn’t say anything about it, and neither did he.

[“Granny threw the gum away, I’m sorry. I’ll buy you a new pack.”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

[“Are you coming back?”]

The text went through, but was never answered.

[“Are you coming back?”]

He stopped texting her.

(And although I think I’ll miss them / At least there’s proof of my existence)

They weren’t dating. They had never dated. He was her best friend, and in some ways she was his, too. They shared things, and she had developed a bad habit of leaving things at his home.

Kita, on the other hand, always made sure to keep track of his things. There was one time a knit hat went missing, but he quickly discovered that she had absconded with it after being surprised by a cold front. She offered to return it, but he declined. It looked better on her.

There was another time she asked to borrow a pen before classes started, stating that she’d forgotten hers at home. How she could forget her pen dumbfounded him, but he provided her with one of his own, nonetheless. A never used, black ink ballpoint pen; his favorite brand, and one of the last ones he had remaining. He didn’t tell her this, knowing that she would refuse to even borrow it with that knowledge. He didn’t ask for it back after class.

Granny had helped clean out the family’s house after they moved, and she’d mentioned offhandedly once that despite leaving in a hurry, they hadn’t forgotten a single thing.

For some reason, it felt good to think that she still had his hat and his pen, even if she didn’t remember where they’d come from.

(You know where to find me)

Nobody really brought her up once news of her moving made it around the school. Kita didn’t think it was out of sympathy for him, which although thoughtful was unnecessary, but more so because the year was ending and life doesn’t stop for one girl.

His unread texts to her were buried beneath other texts with his family, friends, and teammates. Her book remained on his bookshelf, with the pale blue bookmark saving her place. Eventually the scent of peaches stopped reminding him of her. He bought mint gum and finished the pack.

His number didn’t change, nor did his address.

One time Miya Atsumu asked about her after practice. It wasn’t even a question directed at Kita, but instead towards Ojiro.

“Did we ever find out what happened to-?”

“Her family moved away.” Ojiro answered, glancing at Kita, who didn’t look away from the ball he was wiping off.

“Do we know where?”

“I think I heard someone mention Tokyo once.”

“Did she ever reach out to ya, Kita-san?”

Kita ignored the smack on the arm Ojiro gave the older twin.

“No.”

“But y’all were close, weren’t ya?”

Ojiro hissed at him to shut up. Kita shrugged.

“She knows where I am.”

Miya Atsumu never brought her up after that.

(And I know where to look)

It was unexpected, seeing her on the court.

She sat on the ground, fiddling with a large, fancy camera in her lap. Another girl stood behind her, leaning over her shoulder and watching. The Nekoma team’s captain was standing in front of her, laughing.

She looked the same, from where he stood. He imagined that she would think the same of him.

A low whistle speared the air behind him. “No way. Is that…?” Kita hummed in favor of a response. “What’s she doin’ here?”

He didn’t have an answer to Ojiro’s question.

He looked away.

It didn’t surprise him to find her lurking in the hallways outside the bathroom just before the Inarizaki team was set to start warming up; if he’d spotted her, then she must have spotted him and remembered his little routine prior to the start of a game. It just felt better to begin playing with clean hands.

Her camera wasn’t with her, and there was a hollow, sorrowful expression on her face. She met his eyes for a moment, and then looked back at the ground.

She didn’t say anything.

Kita tried to ignore what felt like a thousand snakes moving around in his stomach upon being so close to her again. He hadn’t ever consciously thought about it until that moment: he’d missed her.

“Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World.”

“I still have your book.”

And she still smelled like peaches.

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flyingwargle · 4 months ago

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flufftober day 4: market day

amagasaki is home to several indoor and outdoor markets that appeal to different audiences. the indoor market attracts artisans and small businesses that produce household items, jewelry, and crafts. the outdoor market is where independent grocers, farmers, and most food trucks congregate, occupying parks wreathed in autumn colors, accompanied by music from local artists and bands.

osamu borrowed everything for his booth. the tent is from inarizaki’s volleyball club. the metal trays are on loan from his old home economics teacher. the folding tables are from aran, the cash box and chalk sandwich board from omimi. the disposable plastic gloves, napkins, and takeout bags are from kita. the truck that he used to transport everything is from his uncle.

it’s only his onigiri that belong to him.

he opens the tent, sets up the tables. he slides the trays of onigiri into the transparent food displays, stickers already in place with the price and filling. he places the cashbox beside it, along with a stack of business cards, which only has his name, phone number, email, and ig. the storefront will come in the near future.

atsumu joins him after he’s set everything up and takes a piece of chalk to draw on the sandwich board. in uneven letters, he scrawls onigiri miya and doodles onigiri in the corners. he takes a handful of flyers that osamu printed with the available flavors, and atsumu starts walking around to distribute them. the morning is still young; business will pick up, hopefully.

“hey, osamu! nice booth ya got here.”

his smile widens at the pair of familiar faces. “aran! kita-san! good morning!”

aran waves, and kita nods. “how’s business so far?” aran asks.

“the market just opened, so i haven’t sold anythin’.” he gestures at the empty park. “’tsumu is walkin’ ‘round ta advertise.”

kita picks up several flyers. “i can take a handful ta bring back ta the farm an’ distribute ta the neighbors.”

“oh, same here. my team is nowhere nearby, but it helps ta spread the word, yeah?” aran does the same, tucking them under his arm. “well, i should show some patronage. i’ll take a tuna mayo, please.”

“konbu fer me, please,” kita adds.

osamu packs their orders, deposits their change into the cashbox. “thank ya both. will y’all check out the rest o’ the market?”

“of course. we’ll come back ta say bye when we leave.” aran steps away, giving him a final nod of encouragement. "good luck!”

he sells a few onigiri, and atsumu returns to deposit the remaining flyers in hand. “didja see aran an’ kita-san?” osamu asks him.

“yeah, i saw ‘em walkin’ round. i saw akagi an’ omimi-san too, they said they’ll come by.”

as if he summoned them, their upperclassmen arrive. “look at ya, osamu,” akagi says, slightly teary-eyed. “workin’ on the other side o’ the counter fer once.”

omimi rolls his eyes, although his expression is soft. “shinsuke gave us a glowin’ review. can we get one o’ everythin’?”

“thank ya both, akagi-san, omimi-san,” osamu says, beaming as he packs their orders. “i hope ya’ll enjoy ‘em.”

“ya better,” atsumu adds. “that’s yer kouhai’s cookin’ yer ‘bout ta eat.”

“i’mma enjoy the hell outta ‘em,” akagi reassures him. “if ya aren’t sold out by the end o’ the day, i’ll come back an’ buy the rest.”

the height of the afternoon approaches, and the crowd thickens. atsumu, after a brief phone break, goes back out to advertise, and osamu continues to sell a few more. a small line forms but quickly dissipates, and he’s left with another pair of familiar faces. “gin! kosaku! yer back in town?”

“we came ta support ya!” ginjima knocks his fist against his. “it’s yer first gig at the market, yeah? it better not be yer last.”

osamu shakes his head. “i’m gonna be at two others after this. gotta balance it with work.”

“which restaurant are ya at?” kosaku asks. “are ya still at the teppanyaki place?”

“nah, the owner recommended me ta his colleague’s kaiseki restaurant. it’s been hard, but i finally got on his good side. good thing, or i woulda had ta work today.”

“hey, guys!” atsumu returns, empty-handed, knocking fists with their friends. “ya’ll came back just ta support ‘samu?”

“obviously. we gotta support, ya know?” ginjima’s eyes gleam as he takes his wallet out. “i’ll take a negitoro onigiri.”

“i’ll take bonito flakes,” kosaku adds.

the onigiri steadily decrease from the trays. business is steady, with many eager to support him online or await his physical shop. for now, they’ll have to contend with his appearances at various markets in town, until he’s able to expand further out.

“tsum-tsum! so this is where you’ve been!”

atsumu straightens from behind, stepping next to his twin at the owl-haired young man and his dark-haired companion with glasses. “bokkun, keiji-kun! nice of ya’ll ta come by.” to his brother, he introduces them. “bokuto koutarou, my teammate, and akaashi keiji, his friend.”

“it’s nice to meet you, mya-saam!” bokuto says cheerfully. “your onigiri look amazing! i could buy all of them!”

“please don’t, bokuto-san. you don’t have enough luggage space for all of that.”

“oh, that’s true! okay, i’ll take your last mentaiko and one salmon!”

“i’ll get salmon, please,” akaashi adds. “i wish your business the best of luck, miya-san.”

osamu hands them over. “thank ya. yer support means a lot ta me.”

meian, atsumu’s captain, also stops by, along with inunaki, barnes, and adriah. atsumu converses with them while osamu bags their orders, dwindling his stock further. there’s still an hour until the market ends, with three onigiri left. he wonders who’ll take the last of them.

his answer comes as soon as his brother’s teammates leave, replaced with another trio, this time led by a familiar face. “hey.” suna has his hands in his pockets, a smile on his face. “hope we’re not too late?”

“so this is the humble beginning of an empire, huh?” his companion asks. “i’m lucky to be part of it.” there’s another person lurking behind him, and atsumu immediately singles him out.

“ya lied ta me, omi! ya said ya wouldn’t come by!” atsumu shouts.

sakusa glowers at him, the lower half of his face hidden behind his face. “it wasn’t a lie. i was brought here against my will because of motoya.”

“we have to show our support! it isn’t every day that a new onigiri restaurant is in the works,” his cousin insists. “we came just in time to snag the last three!”

it’s easy for them to decide who gets what: sakusa gets umeboshi, komori with kombu, and suna with tuna mayo. osamu slides his gloves off, satisfied that he’s sold out.

they stay to help him dismantle the stall, and promise to meet with the twins for dinner after. atsumu loads everything into the truck and climbs into the passenger seat beside osamu, clicking his seatbelt on. “that was a pretty good first day, yeah?” he says. “just wait ‘till ya get yer storefront. the line will go fer blocks.”

osamu smiles, inserting the key into the ignition. it’s so easy to imagine it, to envision the happy customers with his onigiri in hand, to visualize a full house. “i can’t wait, either. thanks fer yer help, ‘tsumu.”

“any time, ‘samu.” they knock against each other’s fists.

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milkiepie · 6 months ago

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prom - kita shinsuke

the tapping sound from my pen clearly surrounds the room. i'm nervously, anxiously, and angrily tapping the pen on my table. the situation even gets worse when he sits in front of me.

"look we could figure it out together—" i didn't give him a chance to finish his sentences.

"no, there is no 'we'. she's my patient so butt off"

he sighed loudly. shakes his head in disbelief.

"come on Y/N, don't make this kind of attitude right now. we're working together, she's my patient too. we need to work together to save her life" he explain, take a deep breath and continue.

"i promise you, we can save her. just give it some time for us to think about how to solve it. i promise—" i cutted his words again.

"promise? like how you promised me 7 years ago to take me to our last high school prom?"

he frowned. he didn't understand why i suddenly brought up this topic while we had another big case. i breath in deeply and let it out slowly.

"you know what, nevermind. let's proceed to Yuki's surgery. from what we got from the er just now, shows that her back of the head scattered badly from the accident. we need to set up a proper surgery to close the wound and need more blood for her." i explained.

Kita Shinsuke didn't say a word after what i said to him as he understood we needed to focus on our case immediately. Kita nods and writes down things that we both discuss. during the discussion, there are also a few nurses that will help us with Yuki's surgery.

after hours of the surgery process—

i left the surgery room and went straight away to the counter for the patient's update. i'm grateful that we successfully saved someone's life.

after everything is settled, i walk off to my room and pack all my stuff to go home. my shift is already finished hours ago but because of the emergency case, i need to stay for a while.

once i walk out of my room, a tall figure not far from here standing still and his eyes lock in to my room. i ignore him and walk quickly. i need to get out before anything happens between us.

"Y/N! wait! Y/N!" he called my name several times and i tried my best to ignore him.

eventually i gave up.

"what?"

"our discussion has not finished yet. i don't get it. why? why now after 7 years?" he asked genuinely curious.

i sighed. "we better not talk here."

we both now walk side by side quietly at the hospital park. it's been 3 minutes of our walk, none of us let out a single word. a sighed let out from Kita's mouth.

"speak Y/N"

"you wanna know why now after 7 years? i'm the one who should i ask you why."

"what do you mean?"

"you left me Shinsuke. you promised me to go to the prom together. i waited for you in front of my house for hours. i called you so many times. when i was at school the next day you were not there. where have you been Shinsuke?" tears started to fill my eyes as the flashback flashed through my mind.

"the next thing i know we lost contact and you were gone without saying goodbye. i don't know where you are and where to find you. it hurts me a lot Shinsuke. i bought the dress just for you to call me with those pretty compliments. i was about to tell you how i feel about you but you were not there" the tears drop off from my eyes.

Kita's dull brown eyes look at me deeply. the eyes that i miss so much but hurt to look at it.

"and 5 years later you suddenly appeared in my life back at the medschool, we even have the same intern place and now we're working in the same hospital. that hurt me a lot after my heart had healed. because these feelings keep flying around my body and it can't stop." that's my last call.

"where do you go Shinsuke? why...?" i cry. i let out the painful feeling that i kept in front of him.

Kita hugged me tightly. the feel of his warm embrace made my tears fall down even more, because i do remember how his last hug felt.

"i'm sorry Y/N..." he said quietly.

"i wanted to tell you the same thing that you thought that night. but i was a fool to think about it. i don't deserve such a girl like you. you're everything that a man would want... and i heard your conversation with Atsumu about love. he liked you and the way you look up to him makes me feel that i don't deserve you. i'm scared if that night he would confess to you in front of everyone so ran away."

he paused for a while.

"but this feeling of wanting you more than just a friend, the needy feeling, the passion feeling, the love won't stop since then. i want you Y/N. i want to hear you voice, i want to touch you, i want to be near you but i'm just a guy who is lack of something...? i feel so incomplete for some reason you need someone who is complete in everything."

i break the hug and look at him with teary eyes. i slapped his cheek hard and his face looks shocked. he rubs slowly his cheek.

"that was dumb! that was dumb of you to leave me because you were insecure. i rejected Atsumu after the confession because i like you Shinsuke" i explained

"you do..?like really really do?"

"yes."

a smile appears on Kita's face, both of his cheeks turn red and his hands immediately grab my hands.

"does the feeling still exist now?" he asked.

i nod, sheepishly smile. i do like him, i love him up until now. the move on phase took me years to heal and accept the fact he won't come back but the feeling is still here.

"it will be even more great if the feelings are mutual"

as he said, he slowly came close to my face to lean for a kiss. a soft yet romantic kiss from Kita Shinsuke declared our relationship as more than just a friend.

"i love you, Y/N".

#kita shinsuke #kita x reader #haikyuu au #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #miya atsumu #inarizaki x reader #inarizaki

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soranihimawari · 1 year ago

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Piece by Piece

A singleparent!au featuring Kita Shinsuke & one kickass paralegal!reader (y/n-san)

Kita is going to be a bit bitter, a bit unkind, and ultimately comes around to knowing that whether or not he steps up to the plate as a parent or not, yn will be there for the child no matter what.

Rating: T/M (teen to mature because of theme)// angst -> fluff

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x One Night Stand// Kita x Lawyer YN

Word count: tbd

because in another timeline, this kid is definitely either a gojo or a kita...lolol

it's the holidays in your office in an extremely small town. not very many lawyers typically drive by the open rice fields and farmlands for the city outskirts of hyogo, yet here you were in your little station wagon with a sleeping toddler in the backseat. the little guy was so beat after a long day of paperwork, packing, and travel. he was no older than three and a half, his mother surrendered her rights as she had been scouted abroad and could not find anyone to take her son in. the issue was the kid, who was both an accident and a surprise, happened when she asked her former neighbor from middle school to have this one night stand right before college graduation.

it was an odd thing to hear since usually by that time, people would either have confessed their harboring crushes between middle school and college, yet you can clearly see time was of the essence. the son, or in this case, keita-kun (or 'kk' as you affectionately called him), was the result of such a one night stand. you read and re-read the file so many times, you were flabbergasted to find out you had to travel to your own roots to visit an old friend. would the rice farmer with sharp features and even stricter self-discipline believe your story? would he turn you away at the bitter mention of his one night stand counterpart?

you pause your what-ifs worse case scenario spiral at the stop light right before making the left turn to the rice paddies of one kita-farms. checking your rearview mirror, you see the boy still asleep in his child safety seat, clutching a little plush rabbit which you had bestowed upon him to be brave in the courtroom when his mother had basically legally abandoned him. you stepped in as a guardian on behalf of the prefecture and it's laws regarding minors. however, you think visiting an old friend during an impromptu alumni reunion trip is probably not the best idea, yet it was the only idea. you don't know how, but sunarin and even under the tutelage of ojiro aran, you were coerced to bring the tyke with you.

so, on a friday night, at 18:57 sharp, you pull into the driveway of kita's family home. there's a willow tree the family had planted for his now deceased obaa-san, and you look up beyond the dashboard to the sky, praying she'd guide you somehow from beyond. the little boy stirs, and you gently call his name to him as you get out of the car to open the rear passenger door. by the way, the station wagon you drove was a repurposed police car thanks to your cousin from miyagi winning the police academy auction. regardless, you wake keita a little more. looking now at him, there is no way in disputing the child is kita shinsuke's direct offspring: naturally dualtoned hair; golden eyes; tanned skin from playing outside; the nose of the woman who birthed him (the only featured keita inherited from her); and such a calm demeanor.

"remember keita, if you ever feel uncomfortable, you come running to me and i'll protect you," you say gently to him, unfastening his seatbelt.

"even if papa doesn't like me at first?" keita asks. his voice is so quaint, but you know it's filled with worry and nerves.

"mmhm, but i wouldn't count on him not wanting you," you say. "do you want me to carry you inside?"

keita nods, yawning a little more. "arigatou lawyer-san."

inside, the gathering is in full swing when you knock on the door. atsumu greets you first with the door swinging wide open and silence befalls the living room.

"you had a kid?" atsumu asks bewildered. "why does he look like kita...?... oh my god."

"miya atsumu, this boy isn't mine," you sigh. "he's my responsibility if..."

you scan the room and see kita look paler than normal.

"if his father doesn't want him. his mother surrendered her rights to be his relative five months ago. we couldn't get his birth records from the hospital he was born in burned down a few weeks into the shut down from 2020..."

the door is shut behind you, keita turns to look around the room. there's so many guys he feels overwhelmed by their size he curls back into you and is a little withdrawn, but he observes with his eyes. he takes into account who you're close to. you're offered a seat by sunarin who asks the boy's name.

"how rude of me, sorry kk. guys, this is keita. go on, you can say hello, yeah?"

keita nods and he pushes himself off me, yet he sits in my lap a bit and repreats: "hi i'm keita." to everyone in the room.

we all wait until kita's reaction to having me hold his child registers in his mind.

"i'm kitashin," is all kita says to us both before announcing the firepit should be hot enough to start grilling, so he leaves.

"kita?" you hand keita to sunarin for a bit since he's good with kids and keita seemed comfortable with your best friend within the group. "keita, stay with sunarin. i'm sure you'd love to hear all the stories about the chuppets bets we did as kids, yeah?"

"mmk," keita smiles softly and i kiss his forehead and suna gives me a hopeful look. the rest of the guys do too.

"kita's pissed," atusmu whispers lowly to his brother and gintama.

"but my question is, why did y/n-san take the case? did the one night stand lady trust y/n-san only to tell kita all this?" ojiro asks.

"...mama didn't like me very much," keita says holding his rabbit plushie tighter. "she said i was a mistake."

"kid, that's a little dark," suna replies holding the boy a little closer.

"but y/n-san said i wasn't a mistake, so she asked me if i wanted to get away from the city hall and mr judge said it's ok, so i went," keita sniffles a bit and five former volleyball teammates (two of which were headed to the next world's competition) calm down a very anxious three year old.

the twins and suna try to cheer him up and eventually the rest also so, filling keita’s head of stories of yesteryear when we were all carefree and foolish.

meanwhile, you chase down kita outside in his family patio. he stares at the charcoals and watches the fire crackle and burn the embers into the atmosphere. he places a few ears of corn on the grill top when you are clocked by his peripheral.

"how could you not tell me?" kita's voice is shaken and a bit perturbed. “did you ever think to—?!”

"she asked me not to," your calm demeanor persuades him to exchange a look with you. "it would be a breach of contract, you know that in my line of work it’s binding!”

you cross your arms over your chest and huff out a breath. running was not your strong suit, but you approach the fire and the man in front of it wondering what changed to have him be this harsh.

"you're just deflecting," he is angry, his voice is even in tonality.

an unbelievable thought occurred in your head. was the news that jarring for kita perhaps he’d never want to be involved with his boy’s life? the responsibility too great on his profitable farming shoulders would make him suffer a loss, not a gain? who was he to tell you about deflecting? you’re doing the best you can to, but at least you wouldn’t leave keita and others like him in his kid-sized shoes—kita seemed like he was weighing those options in his head.

"me?" you scoff. "i wasn't the one who called my office and told me he thinks he made a mistake with a woman he barely even acknowledged in middle school!"

that was a low blow and you know it. the ammunition in your tone registers as something kita rarely called someone.

"you're bitter," kita almost bites back a laugh.

"...? why do you think that?"

"you're bitter because i had a one night stand with someone who wasn't you, who’d never be you."

"excuse me?”

your voice cracked as you winced at what he said. turning your way, kita sees the face of an old friend who has literally moved mountains in unwanted foster children’s cases; someone who puts themselves last in case their friends needed support; and the words that wound the psyche are transparent.

the truth hurts, it stings like a wasp to the heart. immediately, kita picks up reality of the harshness of his words and he sees the tears well up in your eyes. quivering but steady, you give up for today and being the peacekeeper you were normally perceived to be, you wipe your face twice as tears of frustration fall down the cheeks kita missed for so much longer than his pride would like to admit, you tell him to not come closer as he starts his apology.

“you said enough, kita. i won’t push any more—keita’s going to be staying with me a while.”

you turn on your heels and before you leave the farmer to tend to his grilled corn, you leave him with this knowledge:

"kita keita, three years old. born in the spring equinox. birth weight was six pounds, four ounces. currently 3.5 years old and 36 inches tall…h-he’s allergic to nothing,” kita sees you struggling with some of the words, but you continue. “keita is strong willed and quiet. loves to chase rabbits and it’s kind to strangers. he met me on the porch of the boys’ home in tokyo when hanma broke up with me and keita gave me the rest of his gummy bears... umm… he is an avid reader although he’s younger than most kids who can. adores the smell of rain after a sunshower...”

your shoulders slump as you deflate, not registering how with every insight you give kita, he’s moving closer to only be out of your reach by centimeters that turn to a few feet when you put the final nail in this conversation:

“i just thought you might want to know more about your son before i sign the legal guardian papers since neither of his parents wanted to take him in and consider his existence a mistake or inconvenience of the universe when really all he needs is someone who deserves the chance to raise him properly with a good heart even in the worse circumstances."

seconds after you leave kita's patio, he sees you walk back into his living room through the sliding glass door, pick up keita from suna's lap. you explain things weren’t going to work out here, the others you’re with were giving you some suggestions on what to do or wonders what happens now? keita, empathetically hugs you tighter when he seemed to settle on your hip, turning his back toward where his father stood, watching you comfort his boy saying soft words.

a few minutes go by and you’re shown the door by ojiro this time.

“kita’ll come around. give him time, yn.”

you nod when you’re handed a a soda and juice box to go by the others, you walk toward your car. kita is sprinting toward you coming from the side door of his family home. keita's in your arms telling you a friend who looks like him is running after you both. you close your eyes and pause your walk a bit before hearing the foot steps of kita slightly jogging behind you both.

"huh?" you shift keita on your hip when kita slows to meet you. "come to yell at me again?"

kita shakes his head, "no."

"then what are you here for?"

keita looks between his birth father and you. the story in his little head isn't like the disney movies he saw at the foster home. it rarely ever is, yet when keita sees kita press his forehead against yours and his arms pull you three closer together, keita visibly relaxes. kita holds you both very close and he chooses his path.

"i'd want to take care of keita," kita says against your cheek. "with you."

"...can we think about this tomorrow over coffee? i have to check in to our hotel on fourth street and third avenue. stop by the lobby at 8a.m.?"

"deal."

[[one month later]]

kita waits with you after keita's fever landed him in the pediatric emergency room. you never had to deal with keita's fevers being so high during flu season. panicked and frightened, you called kita, who thankfully decided to meet you at the hospital clinic. kita calms you down while keita is heard coughing and wheezing.

"he was just fine a few hours ago, and i thought the fever reducer would worked. and-and-i didn't know who else to call," you pace and kita, bless him, holds your shoulders and tells you you did good.

"...the rest is up to keita," kita holds you and you break down because this kid of his has been through enough. you made sure keita at least goes to spend time with kita at least twice a week since your coffee appointment that time in hyogo. keita has seen so much and learned about the life cycle of plants and he never wants to leave once his father tells him you're on the way.

presently, once keita is sedated and situated in his little bed, the doctors walk out of the room to speak with the next of kin.

"i'm his legal guardian, this is his father, doctor," you introduce yourself to each other.

"what's wrong with my boy?" kita asks, you realize his voice trembles, so like any old friend would do, you hold his hand, squeezing the sides of it in a supportive manner.

"keita's fever was very, very high. bringing him here post ice bath was a good idea... um. i hope pronounce this right, y/n-san?"

"mmhm."

the doctor continues to explain that keita has a respiratory infection that can be treated by amoxicillin or the equivalent of it. you need to stay overnight as the legal guardian, since your name matched all the paperwork for keita.

"however, can i get a copy of his records?" you inquire. "i'm a family lawyer by trade and i want to make sure keita-kun was well taken care of by his mother before she abandoned him?"

kita turns to look at you bewildered his counterpart during the probable first and single memorable time he's ever had sex with someone was with a person who would consider a child an unfortunate mistake.

"yes, yes i can. let me call records and have them print out a copy for you both, ok?" doctor nods before he heads down to another patient room post giving us the ok to go into keita's room.

keita's peacefully sleeping in his superhero pajamas, his little body buried beneath the blankets keeping him cool and warm at a healthier temperature. you move to sit on his bed and kita takes the rollaway chair and he looks between you and his boy.

"irina-chan abandoned him?" kita is mortified.

"she surrendered her parenting rights," you correct. "i came to pick up keita the night before driving to your place last month...i didn't remember that the rest of the old team were coming over too until ojiro and suna told me."

there were steady beeps of keita's vitals echoing in the room. bold numbers illuminate the screen.

"y'know he called me the guardian star once," you chuckle a little. "it was after we met for the first time and i was letting him play in the playground of the boys' home in tokyo a little later than most kids."

kita is bemused by this.

"guardian star, huh?"

you nod. "you think you can do one better?"

"sure can: glue."

"glue? i'm not a school supply, kita."

"yn, you stuck with him when he needed an adult the most. i bet irina-chan would have lost her mind if she had to take him here..."

"even when you weren't sure you wanted to take him in?"

kita nods, "but that's changed. clearly."

keita stirs a bit and he opens his bronzed eyes.

"hey buddy," you brush his hair out of his face. "ya gave us quite a scare."

"mm...?"

"go back to sleep, keita-kun," you curl a finger and stroke his soft cheek and he pulls himself back to slumberland. you whisper the next part of the conversation that needed to be had with kita.

"last night, he asked me why i wasn't with you. can you believe that? keita loves it when you and i are near, have you noticed how he’d run into my apartment the several times you walked us to our door? i’m wondering if does it on purpose to see if you’re going to make a move or not…”

you shake your head at the audacity of this kid asking you to ask kita something that personal.

"well, why aren't you?" kita looks up at you and you freeze. "you already are taking great care of my boy while i sort my own problems out, but the kid's got a point. why aren’t you with me?”

you stay silent, but you hum a lullaby kita didn’t realize you memorized. he is stunned as keita leans closer to you and nudges you in his sleep and you pat his hair to the side, a hand on his chest when you sing the last note: “…and i will stay.”

“granny sang that to me,” he sighs, leaning down on the bed and he looks up at you, the light framing my outline. “you memorized it?”

“had to when keita asked me about how you were as a child…and to answer your question: you never asked me to stand with you shinsuke. i would have stayed back home in hyogo too if you asked me to before i left to pursue law school on scholarship.”

kita is thrown off by the nonchalant way you say you would have stayed when he tried to find the words at twenty years old to ask you to stay—his granny was dying and when she passed, he felt he needed to have some emotions be brought back to him. it’s why when irina, keita’s mother decided not to tell anyone about her boy’s father, returned she offered to make kita feel things again. sex was simply transactional and perhaps in his grief, he was a bit unsafe trusting the word of the woman who would birth his child only to abandon him to pursue her own dreams abroad.

“say it again,” kita now stands in front of you. you honor he maneuvered up out of his chair, cheeks a tinted hue; he seemed determined again about something you said so you repeat the first part and you hone in he wants to say his name again. kita observes the way your lips formulate the syllables of his name; it’s hypnotizing to him. you say keita’s name so effortlessly and kissed with a kindness kita didn’t know he missed.

“say what again? …oh? did you want me to say …your name?shinsu—mm?”

kita doesn’t know when it happens and neither do you, but he suddenly found himself pressing his lips against yours seemingly lighting his dimly lit world into one of technicolor. his hands stay close to your face, steadying your neck when your lips linger each other’s.

“s-shinsuke…why?”

your voice is barely above a whisper and you feel him press his forehead against yours like the first night he ran around his house to stop you from leaving. his hand holds yours just as tightly, if not tighter than when he held his sleeping son’s hand in the bed behind you.

“i never noticed how my name could sound when someone who loves me says it.”

you chuckle, remembering that was what one of the hot topics your group chat with the boys™️ from inarizaki sent back as a reply to your question of how to confess after almost a decade and a half of wondering if their former captain ever felt the same about you.

“i’ll say your name for as long as this,” taps his chest. “stays true.”

kita nods before you slide your lips atop his and come the following morning, keita wakes to see you asleep bridal style on his father’s lap on the recliner provided in the room, your head pressed against kita’s chest.

“win for lawyer-san and papa! yesss!” keita whispers to himself and in true toddler fashion, finds the nearest cell phone and somehow takes ten plus photos of you asleep in kita’s hold.

[[three months later]]

courts make you confidence. holding court, makes you nervous. however, being a client for another half of a custody case is quite interesting. the judge and adjudicator of the case for keita's parentage looks between you and kita from her bench. keita has fully adjusted into being a part of kita's life and vice versa. sure, there are growing pains and other hurdles you're sure to help out, yet, here you three were, ready to become a family unit.

"...if no one objects, then i rule this case, file 4323, legal guardianship and parenting rights instated of kita keita, be awarded to y/n, yn and kita shinsuke. congratulations everyone."

you had stayed up late the night before typing out the case notes and kita finds you in the kitchen while he let you stay the night. he makes you some chamomile tea before asking you why you're so adamant about following this through.

"because i aged out the system at seventeen," you say nonchalantly. "i aged out the system and remembered all the cases like keita's. and i'm doing this out of the love and respect i have of you although you almost lost it when i sprung keita's existence to you. you've earned it back ever since that night in the pediatric e.r. with him. you stayed and changed my opinion on you as a father figure. keita needs his father."

"but he also needs his lawyer advocate too," kita chuckles before taking a sip of his tea as well.

in the present, kita keita, now four years old, walks down the street of the family courthouse, grasping the hands of his newly-minted parents. somewhere else in hyogo, inside a house, a huge vase of forget-me-knots is tied with a ribbon addressed to you along with a long overdue question that needed to be answered with a tearful yes and even more prominent kiss.

#sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst

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seravphs · 2 years ago

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — KITA x FEM READER

You’re doing a good job of convincing yourself you don’t miss your hometown until Kita drops back into your life.

wc — 1k

tags — hometown blues, past Suna x reader (he’s a bit of a dick but he’ll grow out of it dw…just not with u), drinking, mildly angsty, title from my tears ricochet by taylor swift

Running away from home can be more than packing a go bag and skulking off in the middle of the night.

Sometimes it’s playing nice until graduation and then fading out of each other’s lives. If it’s your ex-boyfriend and he’s an asshole, it’s zero contact the day you walk across that stage with your diplomas. It’s getting blocked on all socials, even the public one you know his manager runs. It’s seeing his high school volleyball captain years later and resisting the urge to hide even though you were the one done dirty by his teammate.

Sometimes it’s cutting out the pieces of you that belonged to your hometown. It’s leaving behind crowns of sweet wheat and picnics scrounged from convenience store snacks. It’s taking the promise ring he gave you with the coordinates of your high school engraved in it and flushing it down the toilet.

Sometimes running away becomes running towards something else. You ditched Hyogo the second you realized Rintarou really wasn’t coming back, gave no one but your parents your new address, and went off to work in the big city where you would hopefully never see any one from your town again.

It’s a reasonable assumption. After all, the people from your hometown were geniuses, but in very specific ways. So many members of the sports team went pro, but going corporate? They’d rather die. So you count yourself safe, letting your work act as a buffer between you and your former classmates. Each passing year, the distance between you grows wider and wider as you adjust to the different circuits you live in now.

The appearance of Kita Shinsuke at your work party feels like a fever dream.

“It’s been a while,” he smiles politely.

He looks different and familiar all at once. You’ve never seen him in a suit before, so there’s that. All your past interactions with him have been relegated to brief courtside meetings when you came to support Suna at games. You barely recover in time to murmur a polite greeting back. It’s a battle to make idle conversation until you finally get to the burning question - what he’s doing here.

“Are you a doctor?” Your company is doing a partnership with a hospital at the moment. It would make sense, and Kita is certainly smart enough to go through medical school.

“Something like that,” he says. “I study social pain at the Tokyo Institute of Technology.”

This is unexpected of him, who everyone had thought was going to take over his family farm. You remember jokingly writing ‘name a chicken after me!’ in his yearbook.

Going by the look on his face, he seems to recall that memory too. A corner of his mouth lifts ever so slightly as he says, “I didn’t get to name a chicken after you after all, but we have a pet mouse in the lab. Kaoru rescued it from the animal testing lab.”

You shouldn’t be as pleased as you are to have a man name a rodent after you.

It’s easy to let down your defenses around him. He’s warm and comforting and somehow, he still feels like home, even though he tells you he’s been away for almost as long as you have. When you lean in too close, he smells like sun warmed grass. It’s tragic, the way you cling to him, to home. He’s just easy to talk to. You keep drinking as you unload all of your worries on him.

“I know how you feel,” he says. His eyes are clear, even though he’s drunk as much as you have. It’s those farmer boy genes, you gripe. He absorbs liquor like a sponge. “Did I ever tell you how I ended up at the Institute?”

You shake your head, feeling your cheek catch against the sticky mess on the table. It makes you grimace, thinking of the way you’re going to break out in the morning, but you’re too dizzy to lift your head. At the moment, nothing feels better than the cool linoleum against your forehead. Kita pushes a bottle of water towards you.

“I went to college late,” he said. “Everyone had graduated already. I was the only one my age in my core classes, but I couldn’t go back. Granny had died. There was nothing left for me on the farm. I could only move forward.”

Even when you had been young and naive, you had thought Kita made a great orator. If he was the type to run, he would’ve won countless elections. It wasn’t what he said, but the way he said it. Like there was a core of solid oak at the center of his statements, solid and unshakable as his own character. As it was, everyone knew the only reason Kita wasn’t student council president was because he preferred volleyball. He’s only grown better with practice and age. You hang off his every word, feeling them strike you in your heart.

It pains you, a little.

Kita’s so straightforward. In some ways, he hasn’t changed at all from the boy you knew. He’s as steadfast and resilient as ever, chugging along the course he set out for himself with dogmatic patience. For someone so gentle, he gave off the impression that he could shoulder any burden and hold his hands out for more.

If you were like that, your life would be so much easier.

You tend to become overwhelmed by the little tasks. Every day, your job brings you to the brink of tears even though you begged and prayed for it. It makes you feel small and unworthy. You’re too old to not have your life figured out by now.

Kita presses a hand to your forehead. “Are you alright?”

With regret, you realize you’ve been too busy wallowing in self-pity to listen to the rest of his story. You’ve only caught flashes of it here and there, something about how it was actually Atsumu who encouraged him to come, telling him it’s never too late.

“Maybe I should send you home,” he says, frowning. “You don’t seem well.”

“No, please,” you say. You indulge yourself in letting him touch you for just a while longer before you push yourself upright with a great deal of effort. “It’s good to see someone from Hyogo.”

You hadn’t realized how much you missed it.

“I think ya- Oh,” he says, covering his mouth. For the first time all night, he seems flustered. “Oops.”

He’s been hiding his accent. You hadn’t even noticed, because you do the same thing.

“It’s okay,” you squeeze his hand encouragingly. “Just between us.”

Talking with a Kansai accent feels unnatural at first, like shrugging on an old coat that feels too small for you now. It takes a little bit before the consonants warm up beneath your tongue once more, begrudgingly taking you back. You still miss home, but there’s something comforting about your loss when you talk to Kita. He’s slipped into your life to shoulder the burden alongside you as he always does, without fanfare, as subtle as the way he drops the ends of his words.

#sera writes #kita shinsuke x reader #kita x reader #haikyuu x reader

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nectardaddy · 7 months ago

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'88 Ford | Kita Shinsuke

chapter seven | stupid

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no smau parts in this one, she's long

track seven . . . tourniquet

cw/notes: hurt/comfort (it's zach bryan's fault blame him), shit gets real country too oof, excuse me while I write a self indulgent blurb of how a father should be :'), nostalgic feelings, I proofread to the best of my ability

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"Because you're important to me." "You're just saying that, Shinsuke. There's nothing important about me at all." "Everything about you is important to me."

Three days ago - without a word since.

The woman sighed as she looked in the mirror, smudged with finger prints and specks of dust. Taking in her reflection with blurry eyes; the image of a woman with black and blue staining her right eye staring back at her. Swelling gone down from a bag of frozen peas, god forbid they had a real ice pack, still left on the kitchen table and forgotten about entirely.

It was stupid. A worker started something, she finished it. They swung first, though being thoroughly provoked, and she ended it. Winding herself up so tight from the conversation days prior, she found herself more standoffish than normal. Constantly thinking about it, never a waking moment without the words "you're important to me" haunting her. Racking her brain so much as to why he stopped talking to her since, her head hurt from the thoughts that pounded her skull.

So, it truly wasn't her fault the skin of her knuckles were bruised and busted, and her eye tender and discolored. It was his - goddamn Kita Shinsuke. At least that's what she told herself, shifting blame because it felt better. Because it ate her alive every glance he still gave her, despite his lack of words; always locking eyes for a fraction a second before he broke it with a nervous air about him.

Anger was easier to swallow than dejection. It was hot and fluid, boiling through shallow veins easily and bubbling over; while sadness was the lack there of, uncomfortable, and made her stomach turn. She'd rather feel the singe of rage than the emptiness of sorrow.

A door slam caught her attention, gaze snapping towards the sound; thoughts ceased as she watched the figure of her father near the bathroom door. Propping herself up by her hands on the sink, she closed her eyes and sighed once more; expecting the inevitable scolding.

"Did they deserve it?" An unexpected question that made her reopen her eyes, seeing him in the doorway with a ghost of a frown.

"Yeah."

"Did you win?"

"Of course I did."

There was a pause. A length that lingered a bit too long, hearing the sink faucet drip water into the old porcelain, until he let out a sigh. Shoving his hands in the pockets of his work jacket, he turned. Stepping away from the bathroom door and into the small hallway; she followed.

"You gonna' tell me what's going on? Or are you gonna' keep skulking around here with a stick up your ass?"

"Rude," rolling her eyes at his words. "Nothing's goin' on." She crossed her arms over her chest, as if to guard herself, to keep the thoughts that wanted to flow out of her locked deep within. Unfortunately for her, he saw right through it. A bad habit of picking up more twang in her words when she lied, always becoming defensive to the point her accent was the focal point of discussion.

"You never were a good liar," he nearly chuckled at the woman in front of him. "You sound like a hick." He added, "so are you gonna' fess up? Or keep pickin' fights with workers?"

"They had it coming." A snarkiness shining through as she huffed out a breath; moving past him in the hallway as to further herself from the conversation. "And pickin' fights sounds pretty fun to me, honestly."

"Yeah? Well it ain't fun seeing my daughter with a black eye." His comment made her falter, stopping mid step just before the quant living area. Another sigh left her lips. It wasn't as if she didn't want to tell her father, it was bringing up the sickly feelings that came along with it. Admitting that it hurt, caused an emptiness, and made her ill to think about it.

"It's stupid."

"It ain't stupid if it has you out here raising hell."

Another pause, and feeling her father's worry made her want to wretch. To heave and slink right back into her skin; feeling all the more worse that she caused him panic in the slightest. She turned back to look at him a moment - she frowned, crumbling right there on the spot. Maybe it was her father's eyes swimming with concern, or maybe she just couldn't keep it in anymore. Which ever it was, she felt her heart fall to the pits of her stomach and she swallowed hard to fight the lump in her throat.

"Shinsuke said I was important to him and now he won't talk to me anymore, dad," voice cracking as she took a step towards him. She watched as his features fell through blurry eyes, and for a moment she believed she said the wrong thing. Tears slipped down her cheeks as she stood in front of him; he sighed.

"C'mere," holding out his arms to which she wholeheartedly obliged. Hugging him like her life depended on it - crying. Haven't shed a single tear in years, refusing to feel such hollow and empty emotions, it poured out of her. Shaking, clinging to her father, as she finally let her emotions swallow her completely.

"I'm in love with him. And I feel so fucking stupid because he doesn't even love me back; he won't even speak to me."

"I remember when he first got here," conflicting the tone of the conversation all together. "I never in my life thought you'd fall for someone so quiet." A seemingly random thought, but he continued all the same. "But then I saw how he looked at you and I realized why you liked him so much."

"What the hell are you talkin' about?"

"Maybe you don't see it, through that black eye and angst you have goin' on, but that boy is in love with you."

"He's not in love with me."

He pulled away from the woman slowly, looking in her eyes with a care that was meant for only her, but a seriousness that was as deadly as a heart attack. Holding her gently by her shoulders, he gave her a sad smile. "I don't like arguin' with you, you give me hell for it every time. But you're wrong."

She stood there a moment, looking at her father through foggy eyes. Features wet and tear stained, a numbing pain singing the right side of her face; irritating her bruised eye further. "Well, if you're so smart, why isn't he talkin' to me?"

He saw the puzzled expression on her face and couldn't help but laugh. "Because men are stupid." A statement he told her often, one she always laughed about, but held onto like a lifeline now. After every fight, every argument, and every failed past relationship; always telling her 'men are stupid. Don't let their stupidity stop you from doing shit.'

"So what should I do about it?" Breath stopped in her throat at the thought of the man actually being in love with her. A sickly sensation swirling in her stomach that didn't feel like the cliché butterflies, it felt like spiders. The feeling slowly caught up to her as her tears leisurely stopped. Eating away at her until she caught herself being frustrated all over again.

"Don't let it stop you from doing shit," he chuckled. "Tell him to stop being stupid."

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catszu · 10 months ago

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Writing Random Prompts Until I Improve

A forgotten well granted wishes, at a price

In his village, there was a legend: those who seek the Well that grants any wish, no matter low or large, would bear the consequence of their selfish aspirations.

Unfortunately for Atsumu, he was a dreamer amongst a clan of pragmatics. If it wasn’t for the overall wellness of the clan, a personal dream was no more than an intricate fallacy in which its fruition would cause havoc.

The Inarizaki clan needed dreams as little as they did memories.

He tried to live within the bounds of his clan's expectations and customs. There was no person more honorable than the clan head, Kita Shinsuke. He led the clan with compassion and selflessness. Atsumu couldn’t recall a time in which he acted in service of himself. His heart was soft but his spirit and resolve were ironclad.

So naturally, Atsumu fell in love, fast and hard, unable to stop despite his brother’s forewarnings. They all grew up together. He, Osamu, Suna, and Kita plucked herbs together, dug the earth for crops, and climbed trees to their highest peaks. They promised each other to see the world, to know its secrets. Atsumu promised to lead them all to the extraordinary. It was easy to imagine how he and Kita could be together.

When the day came to tell Kita of his budding love, Atsumu wasn’t even remotely nervous.

His confidence was short-lived.

“Atsumu, I am so sorry. I do not feel the same.”

Kita laid a gentle hand on his shoulder with a kind squeeze. It was almost worse that there was true sympathy in his eyes as he crushed Atsumu’s heart within the delicate folds of his grip.

The pain was agonizing and he spent weeks unable to leave the den, only eating or drinking the nutrients that his brother forced down his throat.

Soon after, Kita got married to Ojiro Aran, an heir of a neighboring clan. It was a happy occasion, the entirety of the clan celebrated with a festival that lasted three days.

It was then that Atsumu decided that he could no longer live with the crippling burden of a broken heart.

He searched for the well the next day. He would have a single wish: to force his heart to forget, never to allow love to bloom again.

He told nothing to his brother and Suna, leaving in the dark when the moon was at its peak. He brought only a single packed bag that was slung carelessly over his shoulder. It was said in the legend that the wishing well sat in the brush just before the mountain.

It was shrouded under foliage so dense that you’d miss it 99 times out of 100. There was magic within these forests and the closer one got to the well, the thicker the energy swelled. As the story is told, the only way to find the well is to become hopelessly lost. It acted as a great ward so that many would not abuse the power that the well held.

Atsumu aimlessly wandered through the forest, knowing that if he could find the well, it would be as the well desired, not as he chose. Eventually, when he was well and truly lost, he stumbled over something hard. He skinned his knee and both palms were rubbed raw from catching himself, dirt and debris embedded into his skin.

He rubbed the blossoming sore spots with a frown as he surveyed the ground for what tripped him. He caught sight of pale cobblestone covered in layers of dark moss. Atsumu brushed the moss away, uncovering a single aged stone with directions carved into the side.

He who seeks the grace of the well shall look no further, for it is upon him. Search thineself for what you desire and it will appear.

Atsumu read it twice, then a third time. He picked up the stone and turned it over in his palm. It was abnormally heavy and smooth to the touch. He grazed his fingers over the etching in the stone with curiosity.

The stone said that the well was here but he saw nothing. Perhaps it was a kind of key?

He searched the surrounding area, looking for any clue. He hadn’t been paying attention to where he walked, only that it was somewhere between the foothills of the mountain and his home in the plains. First, he noticed the trees. They were tall, with thick trunks and far-reaching branches that allowed very little light to spill between, encompassing the earth in darkness. Next, he noticed where his hand was touching the earth, his fingers came away with damp soil clinging to him. While the air was thick with humidity, there was no evidence that it had rained recently in the surrounding foliage. It could only mean that there was water underneath the soil, keeping it moist even without rain.

Atsumu weighed the rock in his hand, bouncing it up and away from his palm several times before catching it and slamming it into the earth. The moment it struck the ground, the thud vibrated the ground beneath. The letters carved into the white stone began to glow.

He stumbled backward, pushing away from the glowing rock as he shielded his eyes from the light. The ground rumbled beneath him as if he was enduring an earthquake.

As the shaking stopped, all the noises around him of the flora and fauna became eerily quiet. There was not a sound, no cricket or bird, not even the sound of the leaves rustling. When Atsumu dared to crack his eyes open, he realized he was no longer on the forest floor, but in a deep and wide-set cavern.

The walls were covered in brightly colored murals. They painted a picture of creatures that Atsumu had never seen before. Some were human-shaped, with familiar bodies and faces to his own, yet their lower half was that of a fish. Each figure was languidly draped across rocks, holding the hands of kneeling figures. Human, like himself.

Atsumu's heart beat rapidly within his chest and his fingers trembled where they dug into the ground underneath him. When he looked past the murals, he saw the Well. Except, that it was more a fountain than a Well.

The pool was wide, with water cascading into it from the ceiling of the cavern. There were flowers everywhere. It looked otherworldly, like he was transported to another universe. Perhaps he was. Atsumu got to his feet, careful not to trample the array of colorful flowers leading to the pool.

The water was so clear, it was like looking into glass. Atsumu’s curious reflection stared back at him. He was afraid to touch it, to disturb the serenely still waters. He couldn’t see the bottom, just the reflection of the cavern ceiling against the surface. In the legend, there were no instructions on what to do once you actually found the Well, so Atsumu was left hesitating. He had nothing to offer, only mere dreams and a broken heart.

It dawned on him suddenly that he could not ask the Well for such a gift, with nothing in return. Perhaps that is why there were dire consequences. People would come, with desires racking their hearts, encroaching on their vision, and diminishing their character. He who would disturb the beauty of the Well, would only do so in his own self interest.

With a heavy sigh, Atsumu stepped back from the well. He sat upon the shore with his head in his hands. He made the journey here, and to what end? He would go back and watch the person he loved make a life with another. Everyone he knew had a partner or a purpose.

Atsumu had nothing.

“You won’t make a wish?”

With wide eyes, Atsumu shot his head up from where it rested in his palms. There in the middle of the pool was a man with coal black eyes with hair just the same. His skin was so pale it was pearlescent and covered in inky black moles. Two, most notably, sat right above his brow, one after the other. He was the most beautiful individual that Atsumu had ever laid eyes on.

“Who are ya?” Atsumu asked, quelling the urge to reach out and trace a wet curl where it dropped on the creature's forehead.

“Who are you?” The stranger parroted, moving closer to the shoreline that Atsumu sat at. “Who I am is irrelevant, will you wish or won’t you?” He placed a wet hand on the shoreline, his fingers the same shade of pale as the rest of him, sin the gray webbing between his fingers. His nails were human, as were the length of the arm it was attached to. Yet, he was too beautiful to be anything but magical.

“Are ya one of the creatures on the wall?”

Atsumu thought back to the beautiful humanoid figures painted just behind him, he wished to see more of the person before him, to see if he too had a tail like the others.

The creature stayed silent, viewing him warily with those starry black eyes. It did not blink, nor did it move. It simply watched Atsumu, assessing him.

It took him several long moments to realize that the creature was waiting for an answer. “Ah, sorry fer wasting yer time. I guess you’d be the guardian of a place like this? Should have figured.” Atsumu ran a hand through his hair, probably leaving smudges of dirt through his blonde locks as he did so. “Don’t ya worry. I did come here to make a wish, but I won’t. It’d be selfish.”

“Human’s do not care if they are selfish.” The creature responded, boredom laced in his tone. Whatever this being was, it did not think kindly of humans.

“Well, this one does.” Atsumu assured, slowly pushing farther away from the shore.

The creature followed him, dragging the bulk of itself onto the shore with half of its torso exposed. “You earned your arrival, wish like everyone else does. Only fortune can judge the weight of your selfishness. Your consequence will be just.”

“I had a change of heart, alright? Can ya just tell me how to get out of here an’ i’ll be out of yer pretty hair in no time.”

The creatures brows rose, clearly confused at Atsumu’s insistence to leave without making a wish. “No human is without desire, make a wish.” It demanded.

“‘Course I have desires, but i don’t hafta act on everythin’ I want. ‘S’not that important anyway. I’ll be fine eventually.” Atsumu stands then, dusting off his legs before rising to his full height. From above he could see that he was right, this creature is one of the beings painted on the wall. His tail was dark, black like midnight, but it shimmered lightly as it lazily swished underneath the water. The fan of the tail was large and thin, it elegantly swayed with the creature’s movement.

“You are not like the others.” The creature commented.

Atsumu frowned. “Nah, I’m the same as every other human. I came here for the same reason as everyone else. ‘M not better just cause I chickened out at the last moment.”

The creature looked at him inquisitively for a moment before pulling all the way onto the shore. Atsumu was wrong. The tail was not black like the creature's hair, but a deep blue. He wanted to touch it. Would it be scaly like a trout? Smooth with the direction of the scales but rough going against it? Atsumu desperately wanted to ask the creature so many questions about it, how old it was, if there were more like it. If all of them were as beautiful. If it were human, the top half of the creature’s body was starkly similar to that of a human male, but there was no telling how things worked for a magical being.

“Why?” The creature asked.

Why what? Atsumu thought. He was deeply entrenched in admiring the individual before him and couldn’t seem to recall what the creature would be asking about.

“Sorry.” Atsumu relented, “I don’t remember what we were talkin’ about.”

The creature rolled their eyes, which Atsumu found hilarious because it seemed like an extremely human thing to do. He wondered if the creature had known of other humans besides him, or if his judgment of them was like Atsumu: based purely on legend.

“Why did you ‘chicken out,’ as you say?”

“I got nothin’ ta give. Nothing that’d be worthy of receiving any gift given by the Well.”

“The trade is made complete by the consequence. So long as you are willing to endure the price, you owe nothing before your request.”

Atsumu smiled. “That’s why I’m a coward. I wouldn’t want to endure the consequences, especially not at the price of disturbing somethin’ this amazin’.” He gestured to the environment, the astounding beauty of it all. “I could never give anythin’ of worth to a place like this so I don’t have a right to take anythin’ from it either.”

The creature hummed, low and melodic–contemplative. “Change your wish then.”

“Why d’ya want me to make a wish so bad?” Atsumu asked, more than a little suspicious. An alluring pretty face and magical to boot, he wondered if this was a sort of test.

The creature continued. “If it is the consequence you are worried about, do not ask something large. If you ask for something small, the Well will grant you with it and the related consequence would be miniscule.”

Atsumu was struck by a realization then. “Oh.” He said. “I hafta make a wish ta leave, don’t I?”

The creature merely nodded.

“Alright then.” Atsumu thought for a moment before deciding. “I wish ta know what your name is.” He said, smiling brightly as he took in the stricken expression on the creature's face. The water of the pool rippled the moment the words left his lips and a sudden wind whirled around him. He heard the faint sound of whispers in a language he did not know. It sounded archaic as it reached his ears, like an ancient song being spoken. Suddenly, a name popped into his mind, as if the knowledge had always been there and he just remembered it.

Kiyoomi

All at once, the cavern walls trembled and Atsumu watched with reverence as the murals split apart, revealing a staircase.

Kiyoomi gestured to the stairs. “There. It will lead you to the forest. Pick a direction and walk, it will guide you home.”

Atsumu gaped at him. “What about my consequence?” he asked. He took stock of his body. He felt fine, physically. His heartbreak from before was still present, although muted by his shock.

Kiyoomi only offered him a small smile, his dark eyes shaped like crescents as he spoke. “It is mine as much as it is yours, for we will not see each other again so easily.”

He watched him go, slipping beneath the waters as it turned from glass to a murky shade of brown.

Atsumu walked the long distance in the forest towards home, thinking only of the creature from the Well. A punishment indeed, for all he thought about was seeing Kiyoomi once more.

#writer stuff #sakuatsu #i kinda wanna make this a series #oopsie #creative writing

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