#kita shinsuke x neutral!reader

[emmyrosee]

“Shes a beaut.”

The man claps a massive, calloused hand on the hood of the blue truck, smiling and chewing on a toothpick. “And how many miles she got?”

Shinsuke nods, “it has just under hundred-thousand.” He clasps his hands together and shrugs, “the brakes are new, tires might be going out within a few months but they’ll get you through the winter for sure.”

“Oil changed?”

Shinsuke smiles, “I do them myself. Made the change to synthetic moons ago, so it won’t give ya any problems, preformed one about two months ago.”

The man chuckles and shakes his head, “so, what’s wrong with it?”

Whats wrong with it?

Whats wrong with it?

You’re not here. That’s what’s wrong. There’s a vision Shinsuke has of you in the passenger seat, singing to the radio with your hand dancing out of the window of the car. When his gaze flicks to the back, he can see you in the bed of the truck, eating a snack and staring at the stars that dazzle in your eyes. He looks at the man, and his mind can briefly picture you leaning on the hood, watching him tinker and mess with his truck with a glass of iced tea in your hand for him.

He swallows thickly at the memories, the vision of you in one of his most beloved possessions. The truck he spent years saving for, for a job he spent years dreaming about, with a life he prayed to the gods for. You were the thing he was missing. You were the light that set him right. You were the one he thanked the universe for.

And now the truck, the job, the life is here. And you’re not.

And he doesn’t want it anymore.

“Kita?”

“There’s a dent in the passenger side, rear,” he manages, nudging his head. He can’t look at it because you caused it- the mailbox you hit hasn’t looked the same since.

But he doesn’t mind. He won’t fix it.

“That’s it?” The man laughs. “The itty bitty dent is the reason you don’t want this gorgeous girl?”

Shinsuke smiles because no.

It’s not.

Not even close.

[roronoa-roro]

ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ - (ᴋɪᴛᴀ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ)

Rrring rrrring !!

The alarm went off for 6am. Kita groaned, shuffling the blankets and turning to look at you.

He didn't have to wake up so early today. His only class was an afternoon class. Plus he stayed up last night with you, binge watching movies and cuddling on the couch.

It was around 2am when he woke up and realised how you both had fallen asleep on the couch. His neck was bent at a very uncomfortable angle.

He had craned his neck to look at you.

Only to coo at the sight of you curled up beside him, mouth drooling a huge patch onto his chest. He would keep it a secret, obviously predicting how mortified you would be if you were to know.

Now, as he stretches a hand, successfully stopping the alarm, he remembers a little something you had told him before the movie last night.

"I wanna make you breakfast in bed." You had pouted.

He could understand your complain. Every time he stayed over, he was the one making breakfast the next morning. It was a habit. And the bonus was he got to see your sleepy smile as you woke to the smell of the food.

He looks down at you, cosy and cuddled in the blankets, slightly snoring.

And he decides - five minutes more sleep won't hurt.

With one hand he laboriously sets the alarm for five minutes.

This time when the alarm rings, Kita lets it ring away, eyes shut closed. After the fifth ring, you wake up. For a second he feels you freeze against him.

And then you quickly sit up, like you remembered something.

Kita feels your palm, patting his face. He almost snorts when you bring your finger under his nose, probably checking if he's breathing. He keeps his breathing slow and steady, putting his hundred percent into the act.

You giggle. Slowly, you get up off the bed, hopping off to the kitchen, murmuring all the things you had planned to make to surprise him in bed.

And as the bedroom door closes behind him, Kita covers his face with his palms, rubbing hard against his cheeks and five o'clock beard. As he replays what happened, he grins, rolling around and burying his face in the pillow so his laugh is absorbed by it.

You just might be the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.

Comments and reblogs are appreciated!

[kleftiko]

❦ TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF <3

ft. kita, ushijima, kuroo, tsukishima

PART 2

—kita

he always wakes up early. he’s got stuff to do ofc, but his number one priority is cuddling up to you in bed, breathing in your scent and then falling back asleep in your arms. he’s started to set his alarm 15 minutes earlier than normal just so he can be awake to appreciate your warm body next to his.

—ushijima

you have one designated spot, and one designated spot only. his lap. there are extra seats everywhere? doesn’t matter. you are his own personal weighted blanket, and the best excuse not to talk to anyone cause he’s literally hiding behind you. if he could, he would make the world just you and him, and volleyball.

—kuroo

he’s constantly pinching you and poking you and doing anything to get a reaction out of you because YOURE JUST SO FrEAKING CUTE. he can’t help it, his feelings are borderline aggressive because you just grip his heart in a choke hold and he needs to always be close to you and feel your soft skin and UGHHHH. might even bite your cheek like mochi.

—tsukishima

gives you the first bite of everything. he’s making himself a snack and you’re in the bedroom? man walks across the sahara just to give you the first bite of his food. it’s inconvenient to him, and he doesn’t even ask if you want it, he just holds it out on a spoon or chopsticks and waits for you to take the bite. ofc he’s gonna grumble but he just keeps doing it.

[ivrxquack]

Haikyuu embarrassing moments hcs

Goshiki

Tried to impress you once in gym class but ended up face planting and his pants fell down revealing his paw patrol boxers

Atsumu

Said “deez nuts”a little to loudly and it echoed through the whole mall

Nishinoya

Sleep talked about my little pony and admitted to having a crush on rainbow dash when he was younger

Oikawa

Screamed like a little girl and jumped in your arms when a rat ran by

Ushijima

Voice cracked during a project but luckily no one laughed cause he’s the great ushijima but of course tendou teased him for it after class

Yamaguchi

Almost passed out during science class cause they were looking at a Suriname toad (don’t look it up if you’re scared of holes)

Hinata

Recorded himself dancing to a Beyoncé song and accidentally posted it on instagram causing the whole school to see it

Kita

(My precious beautiful handsome intelligent baby could never do anything embarrassing but I still added him)

Was at the pet store with his little cousins and they wanted him to hold a tarantula so ofc he did but he ended up getting bit and having a really bad allergic reaction

Suna

Was listening to the most outrageous song known to man during class and his headphones died without him noticing and everyone in class heard the song

Kageyama

Thought about scary images while washing his hair in the shower and his cat just so happened to be in the bathroom with him so it knocked something over on the sink counter and he panicked grabbing the shower curtain and ended up falling and breaking his arm

I haven’t seen any writing about haikyuu in sooooo long it’s crazy so here I am cuz I lowkey miss it!

[asrinchine]

Imagine them showering you w compliments n overall sweet gesture and words. Which you also doesn't know how to respond so you just stare at them, processing. They just chuckle and smother your face w kisses while holding your fingers, intertwining with theirs.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Inarizaki’s Manager

Manager Defends Inarizaki

Inarizaki x Gn! manager

Warnings: swearing (?)

AN: this is a request from @plutoistireddd!

Being the manager for such a stoic team isn’t easy

They have high standards and literally work their butt off to fill them

They can be dramatic at times, namely two specific individuals 👀

So needless to say, finding you, our unbothered, calm angel was a blessing for these boys

Literally nothing rattles you

When Atsumu is aCtInG lIke a ToDdLeR you simply ignore him and move on

When the twins fight, you simply assure nobody else is in harms way and walk away 💅

You are probably the calmest person anyone has ever met

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi adore you

Literally you provide the chill they need without the dramatics

Like when Atsumu gets all worked up, you simply say “Sumu you are literally the best high school setter in Japan right now, what do you have to worry about?”

Atsumu 👉🏻😐🤨 you’re right YN!

Literally there’s absolutely nothing that phases out sweet Yn

Onetime, you were walking back to the gym and the water bottle carrier broke, spilling water bottles and water all over the floor

The team thought “this is it, this is the one!”

Suna was ready with his phone 📱

Kita, Aran and Ginjima were ready to calm you down

But nope, you just shrugged and said “well now I won’t have to mop the floors tonight” as you went, grabbed a mop and cleaned up

The guys 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Literally they were convinced nothing would ever break you

But what they didn’t realize is that their precious Yn had one weakness and they were too silly to see it

To outsiders, it was obvious how much you carried for your team

You would do anything in your power for them

You carried for them all like friends and family

So when Inarizaki made it to Nationals, their cheer section followed

And while you appreciated the support, you knew first hand how annoying and awful they could be

Sure they were supportive but they could also be huge jerks

During the game everything remained pretty neutral

When Riseki, our precious first year was up to serve and panicked, the crowd started in on him

That’s when your irritation started to grow

It had happened at other games but you we’re definitely reaching your limit

You tried your best to remain calm but it was difficult

During the final set, the crowd was all over the place

Boos and cheers were intermixed and your agitation only grew

“YN you ok?” Coach asked, noticing your balled up fist

You simply nodded, “trying to find your chi” as Hinata would put it 😂

When they twins quick was stopped by Hinata and Kageyama, you watched the ball fall as the boys frantically chased for it

You knew it was over and you knew what was about to happen

But unbeknownst to the team, you weren’t going to deal with it

Kita called for the boys to line up as you quickly followed

Akagi, Suna and Kita all watched you come to stand in front of the team

Your arms crossed and you stood in a power stance, protecting your boys

Suna was so mad he didn’t have his phone 😅

“ALRIGHT LISTEN UP!” You screamed as the crowded settled

The guys rn 👉🏻 🧍😐😳

“They boys played their hearts out and sure they have regrets but I swear, if I hear ONE BAD THINGS about them, I will personally ruin EVEDY SINGLE ONE of your pathetic lives! This is the time when our team needs support and if you can’t BE that support, then walk your butts right out that door and never come back!” You shout as the crowd all look at you

The team 👉🏻👁️💧👄💧👁️

The crowd 👉🏻😳🫣

The coaches 👉🏻😐😏

You 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Suddenly the crowd starts applauding as the team stands there

“YN is right, these boys played a fantastic game?” Someone yelled

You nodded, happy with the outcome as you strolled off the court and to the sidelines, grabbing your stuff and heading out

The boys silently followed you, Kita in the lead as he spoke

“Umm YN,” he said

You turned around, putting your hand up to stop him

“Kita don’t thank me. I love you guys and I’ll do anything to protect you. You played your hearts out and while I’m sure you have regrets, that match was beyond amazing and well, today just happened to be Karasuno’s day,” you smiled as the boys all started to cry

You set your stuff down, going to hug them as a team

“I gotta say Yn, that was pretty badass,” Suna added

“I’m actually surprised it wasn’t Atsumu who finally broke you,” Osamu said

“Hey! I’m not that hard to deal with!” Atsumu said

“Oh you definitely are Sumu but we all just deal with it because we love you,” you say 🥰

Atsumu 👉🏻🥲 pain

[wonderoustime]

they say "chivalry is dead" but how could it be when kita is alive?

trained by his granny from a young age, kita has been raised as the man to defeat all men in regard to classiness.

he pulls your chair out for you not out of obligation, but with a deep-rooted respect for your presence. his genuine feelings pour out of his heart through his mouth as he compliments you on your work, your personality and your personal style, taking into account your likes and dislikes so he can always gift you things that match up with your interests and things that you've always wanted to give a try but have never uttered a word about aloud.

the very essence of chivalry resides in the way he always ensures to walk on the side of traffic and the way he holds doors open for not just you, but for anyone behind you. it's in the way he always quickly jogs up to an old person and helps them hold their bags or cross the road, the way he quickly offers his seat to anyone in need, the way he makes everyone he talks to feel heard in a way irreplicable by anyone else. it blooms just like the small bouquet of flowers he hands you, permeates the senses similar to the scent of the delicious sweet he gifts your family and shines bright like the stars in the sky as he carries a tipsy you home from the bar.

it's the cardigan cure for the september storm.

[ackercho]

a quiet life with kita shinsuke.

[calm-potato]

|HAIKYUU CAPTAINS| //COMPLIMENTS\\

Haikyuu captains,how they react to compliments + short headcannons

Characters: daichi,kuroo, oikawa, bokuto, ushijima,kita, moniwa(former date tech captain), futakuchi, and yuji

Extra: there might be more characters but i tried to add as many captains as i could remember even former captains,might make a part 2 with other characters^^

Daichi sawamura

-surprised but accepts the compliment wholeheartedly

-would be bashful and blush but would play it off like it was no big deal

-very modest about whatever you complimented him on

-the rest of the day he'd think about it and might even smile or smirk a little

-his teammates will ask what happened as they caught him in the act and he'll just brush it off as "something he remembered" but they can clearly see whatever it was had him distracted a bit

-might even catch you the next day having feeling bad and compliment you next with a grin

Kuroo tetsuro

-smirks immediately getting almost big boned about it

-accepts the compliment and throws in a grin complimenting you back

-finds it endearing and can't hide how happy it makes him to hear

-the rest of the day he's hyper at practice,giving a big speech than he usually does and has a big grin that everyone finds kind of distrubing

-his teammates will ask what happened curious,but he shrugs them off,but if they insist he might just brag about it (more specifically to taketora)

-does his best in every game,tho he always did that,he'd get more fired up because of it

Oikawa toru

-despite him being used to the compliments from others,when it's from you,he gets more flutered while trying to compose his usual dramatic self

-would try and play it off as no big deal as well, "well of course you'd think that,i am awesome after all"

-has the widest grin as he flaunts the compliment to iwa who probably most likely wouldn't care and just wants him to get back to practice

-would constantly try and do things to get your attention for more compliments,trying to show off

-would get annoyed when you didn't while also teasing you about the compliment to see if you'd maybe give more or your reactions

Bokuto kotaro

-just like oikawa he'd get flustered and excited,tho it's just a compliment,he'd thrive off of it the rest of the day

-would always try and impress you as well,trying to get your attention like a kid

-"did you see that spike?" "I was awesome right?!" "I'm the best ace,right??right??!"

-honestly it was a little obnoxious but the guy loves compliments especially from you,plus the team was able to win cuz of it so no one really cared much

-would compliment you back and give a hug right after

-would get mad and pout when you complimented one of his teammates but not him

ushijima wakatoshi

-would stare at you for a moment processing your words then simply state "thank you" like it was nothing and walk away

-he doesn't mean to be rude or a bit cold about it,he's just too stunned plus half of his mind is focused on volleyball that he didn't expect a random compliment

-would later try and think of a compliment for you to give

-"your hair...looks nice" something like that or along those lines he would say with like barely a hint of a smile but he'd really mean it!

-wouldn't have thought much of the compliment but if you'd had a smile or some expression he'd think about it the rest of the day while trying to stay focused

kita shinsuke

- would be a bit more surprised,raising an eyebrow,before shifting back to his cool demeanor and nod

-he'd appreciate the compliment while throwing one randomly back without any affect or expression

- simply a "you look quite pretty/good looking today" while he focus back on sipping his water like he said nothing at all, not even giving you a glance

-wouldn't really think about the compliment much but once he told the twins about it atsumu looked at him like he was either stupid or crazy

-"you seriously had no filter?!" -atsumu miya

moniwa kaname(former captain)

-would stare at you for a moment and blush embarrasingly

-would accept the compliment though a bit bashful,probably scratching his head with a "thanks,i didn't think anyone noticed"

-would compliment you back while stumbling over his words

-wouldn't really get distracted unless someone brought it up then he's back to his flustered mess

-would watch you or stare at you without noticing as the compliment replays in his mind but tries to keep focus

-would probably try and be around you more or ask to hang out

futakuchi kenji

-would be stunned to say the least

-probably a little flustered pointing at himself as he can't believe a girl complimented him

-would flirt and compliment you back and once he get a reaction would smirk and walk away

-internally screaming but plays it cool

-might even try and impress you but fails,his teammates laugh at him and he yells at them "don't laugh at your captain!!"

-brushes it off and comes up to you "so,anything you doing tonight?"

-would blush or get flustered if you had seen it and laughed at him

-"h-hey" couldn't help but smile anyways

terushima yuji

-would have been a step ahead and complimented you first,but if you gave him a compliment he'd be star struck and basically already planning your wedding

-would give you more compliments,it might even turn into a war of who can make who flustered the most

-would love teasing you any chance he got

-would even tease his teammates too about getting a compliment

-after his games if you gave him a compliment on his attacks or how well he did he'd become flustered and smile saying "thank you,cutie" and might even ask to go on a date

-if you decline,he'd keep asking days later

A/n- hi i'm back,thanks for reading,i might make more haikyuu hc and other animes^^

[sunarots]

need a hand? — kita shinsuke

summary. being a year older than your friend kita comes in handy when he becomes captain, as it means you can now care for his gran when he can’t

[suplicyy]

look at me hq oneshot iS SO GOOD AKFHSKJDBFJW TSUKKI PART GOT ME SQUEALING LIKE AGRBGRGRHR WJ

can u write for osamu and kita? thank you!!

Look At Me!! (≧□≦)

Haikyuu boys x Artist!Reader

[part 1] – [part 2]

— Summary: You're from the art club, and for a project involving the volleyball club, you need to draw someone on the team, but that someone isn't him, and he definitely doesn't like it.

�� Characters: Kita, Osamu.

— Warning/Notes: Jealous crush, misunderstanding.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

You are part of your school's art club, and since the president of your club has several connections around the school as he was the former president of the student council , they agreed to a collaboration between the two clubs with the aim of making a special project.

Each member of the art club would be tasked with drawing a picture of a volleyball team player, and at the end, the drawings would be displayed throughout the school; One of the main objectives of doing this was that this project could attract more people to want to participate in the clubs involved.

And to avoid conflicts between several people wanting to draw the same person, the president of your club decided that he would choose who each person would draw.

But this unfortunately meant that you were unable to make an art of the one that remained in your thoughts for a while. That's right, your crush was part of the volleyball club, but you never had the courage to reveal your feelings to him, because you thought he wouldn't feel the same way about you. But little do you know that he would be bothered by the fact that you "chose" to draw someone other than him... (he doesn't know that you actually wanted to do the project with him)

Shinsuke Kita

Even though the project was ongoing now, it did not stop him from continuing his peaceful routine, which is considered his "sacred ritual". But something seemed to be taking away his concentration at the moment, and that something was you and Aran doing the project together.

He really didn't understand why when he saw you together, he stared at you more than usual. He really doesn't understand this unpleasant feeling that is growing inside him. That certainly wasn't good.

No matter what he tried to do, Kita couldn't get the image of you laughing with Aran out of his mind; most of the time he didn't understand the jokes his team told him, but what would his friend have told you for you to give him such a bright smile?

He really wanted your smile to be directed at him.

Kita tried to be discreet about it, but his intense stares directed at you already gave everything away. And everyone on the team realized this, of course, but it was only the twins who had the courage to confront him about it.

"Hey Shinsuke, you’re starin' too much…why don't ya go talk to them?” says Atsumu, giving his signature smile. "Why are ya speakin' as if ya are an expert on this?" Osamu says to his brother, laughing in his face. "Gimme a break Samu!"

As the twins begin their daily argument, Kita thinks about Atsumu's words. There's no harm in him trying to talk to you, right? And with that thought, he walks towards you, who is alone now since Aran needed to go to the bathroom.

When you see him, you wave to the boy, giving him a smile that makes his heart flutter slightly. "Hi Kita! I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner, I was talking to Aran about the project!" "Ya don't need to worry about that." he says in a polite manner, then directing his gaze to the court, watching his teammates doing the project and training.

You stand side by side in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say to each other, but the silence soon dissipates as you begin to speak. "You know... it's really cool to draw Aran, but I think it would be even cooler to draw you." with those words, Kita looks at you with a surprised expression, but soon composes himself.

"The seriousness you radiate is always fun to see, you really were made to be the captain of your team." you look at him and gives him a smile, which makes the boy blush slightly. He soon gives a small smile too, and looks at the ground, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"I say the same. You're certainly a great artist, if it were me, I'd be flattered for being drawn by ya."

You laugh lightly at his words, feeling embarrassed by the compliment Kita returned to you. Everyone noticed the light flirtations you directed at each other, thinking about how you two were made for each other.

Osamu Miya

One thing that people close to Osamu notice is that when he gets stressed about something, it seems like his hunger becomes greater than normal. But now it looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

And as if it wasn't enough that you chose his idiot brother over him, Atsumu wasted no time in sending him a face, with the purpose of irritating him even more. Why did you choose that fool over him anyway?

Did you even know that Atsumu often picks boogers out of his nose and wipes his finger under the table when no one is looking? If you knew that, he's sure you wouldn't waste any time choosing the best twin (which is definitely Osamu).

'Oh but that's not even the worst thing he does, if you knew everything...' Osamu thinks looking at the two of you, while he eat a pack of potato chips from a completely unknown brand that was on sale.

"Osamu, ya can't eat this here, Kita will come and teach ya a moral lesson sayin' that 'this isn't healthy at all'." says Suna approaching his friend, while engrossed in his cell phone.

Too busy cursing his brother in his thoughts, Osamu doesn't respond to the boy who now sits next to him, furrowing his eyebrows in disgust to the fake blonde who is purposely talking too close to you.

"I'm goin' to go over there and kick this shameless guy in the face." Osamu grumbles as he eat the chips, looking away from you. "I don't think ya'll need to go there." Suna lightly pokes his shoulder, and then pointing at Atsumu, who is walking towards the two of them, holding a... bento box?

"What are ya doin' here? Aren't ya supposed to be doin' the project?" "[Name] had to go back to their club room to get some paintin' supplies." After Atsumu speaks, a strange atmosphere remains in the air, clearly showing Osamu's irritation with his brother at the moment.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, it's not like they's excited to do the project with me anyway." With those words, Osamu turns to face his twin, with an expression of doubt on his face. "What do ya mean by that?"

"Well...It may or may not be that they did this for you two thinkin' that they would participate in the project with ya, but it seems that the universe had other plans." Atsumu says as he hands the bento box to his brother, who instantly opens it to see what's inside.

Onigiris.

Made with all the love in the world by you, they were organized in rows, and it was possible to see that each one of them was made with exceptional care. In the same second, Osamu blushed to think that you did they thinking about him.

Maybe he will now take back all the insults he directed at his brother.

— A/N: I'M FINALLY ON VACATION🙌🙌🙌🙌

It will last about 3 weeks, so I will have plenty of time to write things here, and that means I can respond to all your requests and take less time to post!! I'm really relieved that I'm not burdened with so much schoolwork, this break will be really good for me.😢

[justnnyx]

just haikyuu boys being sappy

As your fingers caress his back, he shivers. Your touch is cold and yet, you're so warm.

You breathe his name into his chest, and he wonders how a single word could have such an impact on him. How a word from you could have him feeling so... loved.

He feels the soft press of your lips on his cheek, then his neck, then his collarbones, each kiss washing over him like a gentle wave.

You hold his hand in your arms, embracing him in your warmth.

With you comes the end of winter, and the arrival of spring. With you comes comfort and warm temperatures and flowers and birdsong. Your presence alone is enough to ease him.

He doesn't care if he's being cheesy. He doesn't care if his thoughts right now are embarrassing. It's just that your flushed face makes him feel so happy. So, so happy.

"I love you," he mutters in between gasps. "I love you."

KITA, akaashi, sakusa, ushijima (!!), aran, kageyama, kyotani (i will die on this hill.), daichi, KUROO, atsumu

[attemptinghaikyuu]

Each Others Problem

Camellia = perfection, passion, desire

You don’t say anything to Kita as you walk out of class. You’re pretty sure the sparkles around him are in your head, but you can’t be sure. You don’t think you can be sure of anything right now.

It’s like you’ve been gut punched by your revelation. You don’t know how you get home with it in your head, and when you come to your senses enough to realize you are in fact at home, you scream.

That’s the first thing you do. The second is deny how you’re feeling. Because absolutely not.

It made no sense!

Then you get furious with yourself when everything makes perfect sense! All the moments of staring and accomplishment at “one upping” that silver haired bastard are filled with mirrored moments of giggling, and now you can feel the intense butterflies in your stomach. You understand that your ‘maybe I’d feel better if I bullied him?’ thoughts are more accurately ‘maybe I’d feel better if I kissed him on the mouth?’

And oh. That could not be what you were feeling, you can’t want these things with someone you’ve had a grudge against for so long. You run your hands down your face, groaning.

Or someone you’ve been a horrible person towards.

The way his eyes twinkled when you truly saw him could not matter to you. How could he ever really forgive you for what you’ve done to him? Regardless of all the niceties there’s no way he doesn’t hold some kind of secret grudge.

You cover your eyes in despair. He has so many more reasons to dislike you, then he has reasons to like you. Pulling yourself into a fatal position on your bed, you decide it’s the perfect time to reminisce in a puddle of despair.

You think back to the times you’ve shared with Kita. There can’t be any real reason you’re feeling like this. Just some weird thing going on inside you because he gave you nice flowers. You just had a thing for flowers. Yes, that was a possibility.

Except the memory of Kita grabbing a slipping crate at the market flashes through your head, hands steadying your box of berries as you regained your footing.

His ���Careful,” and laugh are imprinted forever in your mind from that day. Along with other memories of him being entirely too charming. It causes an ache to remember him—still refusing to talk to you, the jerk—handing you a tissue after you sneezed in class.

The flowers weren’t the reason you had these feelings pouring out of your heart.

The way you’re feeling-

It’s all that assholes fault.

The acceptance comes with a bitter aftertaste. The way you’re feeling doesn’t mean anything, you realize. Not since Kita must still feel the same as he always had about you.

Which was a mix of Indifferent. Annoyed. Irritated.

You hurt, and this isn’t a very sweet way of feeling from such a sweet piece of garbage.

It’s instinct that forces you to curl deeper into yourself, trying to find comfort in your surroundings. The bed you lay on squeaks as you move around from side to side. It groans to a stop as you do the same. You feel sad, and a little pathetic too.

You couldn’t believe you were going through the five stages of grief over Kita.

———

A day later of only moping, and you amazingly feel even worse then when you’d first plopped down on your bed the day before. Your fit had done nothing to cure you of your feelings.

It was too much. You had liked other people before, and none of those people had left you feeling this overwhelmed. Those people had made you feel giddy and happy. You had been too busy to act on any of them, and had instead basked in the company of the person you liked.

It had always worked just fine for you to act that way, though you knew it wouldn’t for this. You’d never had a dread inducing crush that made your insides feel like tight rope walking with no safety net. You really had to ask yourself where the easy going feelings were right the fuck now.

So in defense of the moping, this was all very new crush territory.

It was incredibly confusing to think that after all the competing and being rude to him- maybe him a little rude to you in turn, you could still like a guy that had and was now again, making you feel so bad. How did that even work? You couldn’t help considering that what you had wasn’t a crush.

A brief infatuation and lapse of judgment made more sense. That could totally be what was going on, because you could no way be having genuine romantic feelings for that man.

You totally weren’t.

Even if it was a lie, you could entertain this fantasy…and thank god… clearing that up was great. Kinda. Temporarily.

This delusional way of thinking decided upon, you come back around to the biggest problem you had. As a nice conclusion to your day long breakdown, you ask yourself ‘How can I face Kita ever again?’

I mean, you’d have to see him eventually. Whether in your classes, at the market, or any of the other countless places you had been running into each other.

It made sense to end up with so much of your time occupied by your rival. You didn’t like him (you definitely did, or um didn’t. whatever), but you did have a grudging respect for him. He was skillful in so many things but the biggest one being with plants.

And looking over to your little bok choy, growing in tiny see through cups with toothpicks holding them up, you couldn’t help the fuzzy feeling in your stomach when Kita’s plant growing suggestions came to mind. He was so careful the first time he had given you advice on your green babies. He probably thought you’d try to bite him if he said something wrong about such an important passion of yours. He was probably thinking back to your first argument in the library too. He had given advice then, and it clearly hadn’t gone the way he’d expected.

You sigh in contentment as your imagination wanders to the conversations you would have with him tomorrow. You could talk about the acidity level of your soil and how it affected your plants and-

You’d be seeing him tomorrow.

Jolting up in shock, you stand and feel panic creep it’s way in as it dawns on you that tomorrow, you’d be seeing the person that gave you heartburn. And the horror intensifies as it hits you that your declaration of how you had become infatuated, not romantically invested in Kita, had immediately been negated by your own sappy gushing.

There was no school, and no work tomorrow. Inviting Kita to your place had been fueled by the desire to show off your home plants. Your sweet little plants were sure to ignite jealousy and admiration in Kita-

a thought you had happily stewed in at the time of initially thinking it. Now, you had a dangerous situation on your hands.

You couldn’t let these feelings get any worse. You especially couldn’t let him know that you had them.

Grabbing a pillow to fling across your room, you try to do the proactive thing and think of a way out of this. There aren’t many ways to avoid this, so you decide quickly that the only thing you can do is cancel with a simple excuse.

You grab your phone and take a deep breath, as you pull up his contact. Your finger hovers over call. It takes a couple room walking, circle marathons, and picking up your discarded pillow to scream into, before your finger gets any closer to the button. All you have to do is press call on Kita’s damn contact.

You’d text him if you could, to your utter amusement however, Kita had revealed he had a strong dislike for texting while working at the market. He explained he preferred the act of talking to typing, because he could hear what people meant by there words more clearly. You had responded to this by immediately pulling out your phone and calling him to ask “You sure you enjoy hearing my voice even more than you have to?”

He had asked why he wouldn’t after, sounding incredibly sincere. He’d smiled, and then to your surprise hung up on you saying “Yer right in front of me, I don’t need to use my phone to hear you.” The cheeky bastard had watched you flounder. And you’d smiled back eventually, definitely after way too long, and tried to sound confident as you let him know you’d make sure to call instead of text, but he better not regret his preference.

You really should’ve told him to suck it and deal with your texts, there was no need for you to be polite and agree to call him.

With the memory replaying in your head, and phone still in hand with your thumb pressing down now, you barely realize a voice is saying your name.

You startle when you register the talking. “ummm?” You stare down at your phone.

You had pressed call.

“Are you alright?” Kita inquires in his concerned voice. There’s an undertone that says he thinks you’re calling with the intent to talk about a popular fruit you don’t like that keeps getting more and more attention.

Not that you’d ever made a call like that before.

“Did you have some more ideas about that hybrid you wanted to discuss?”

You stop yourself from replying to him with some choice words, angry he knows what you’d normally be saying so well. You needed to focus and say the right thing.

Trying to sound like your throat is congested, you tell him what you think will keep him appeased and far away from you, at least for a little while.

“I’m sick,” you start. “I’m really sorry Kita, but I have to cancel our meetup tomorrow.”

You throw in a couple coughs for extra affect after, waiting for a reply.

“Oh.”

There’s a silence that you listen for him to fill. It takes longer then you expect.

“I’m sorry ta hear that,” He says. “We can move our plans to another day.”

You wait a moment for more, before realizing that Kita is done speaking.

“Then I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” You hang up.

That was strangely to the point.

You knew Kita wasn’t necessarily a big chatterbox, but you were surprised nonetheless. He always talked to you. You were good at getting him to have long, winding conversations and it was strange to hear him not even ask a couple questions about your state.

He always asked follow up questions.

You ignore the absence of it.

You just needed to be glad you had time to yourself. You had been successful in avoiding Kita’s presence and could relax.

———

When you wake up the next morning, with dull daylight washing over you, you imagine your day is about to take off in the best direction it possibly can.

The doorbell is ringing, rain is hitting your windows, watering your outdoor plants, and the doorbell is still ringing which is great! It’s super cool!

With that ringing, you realize you’re going to have to get up, and start your day.

You grumble and push yourself up. Going to the door with a blanket around your shoulders and an unhappy look on your face, you throw open the door and announce,

“I heard you, please stop ringing the doorbell buddy.”

Then you freeze.

And you think oh.

And then WHY?

If things get disappointing, you tell yourself that the disappointments aren’t permanent. That they make the sweeter things in life even better. That is what you thought up to this moment.

“Morning,” He says your name softly, mouth covered by a black mask. “I figured I’d drop these by for ya.”

Today, staring at you through your door, is Kita who is decidedly determined to make you feel terrible things, because WHY was he at your door. Arms full with an assortment of cold, flu, sore throat medicines, and mystery bundles. You scream in your head and beat back the heat that is rising in your gut.

You begin fake coughing. “Oh! Kita,” cough “that’s so nice of yo-,” cough cough “you, please come in.” Cough cough cough.

Praying to some god your acting skills were good enough to fool Kita, you step aside covering your mouth as he steps into your apartment.

“Thanks for having me,” he follows you to your kitchen table, where he sets down the items. “Could you tell me exactly how you feel?”

You nearly gasp in shock, before you look at Kita arranging the medicine on your table, and understand he didn’t mean your feelings for him.

You scramble, “I’m uh, hot I suppose,” you immediately suffer psychic damage from telling Kita you’re hot. Luckily he turns to you, and judging by his frown you do look hot in a sick sense. Not in the attractive, kissing you way. The sweaty, gross way if you were sick for real.

You try to cross your arms to cover your possibly sweaty armpits.

“Here, this should cool you down,” opening one of the packages, Kita reveals an ice pack. He wraps a towel around it before handing it to you, and you forgive yourself for swooning over his actions internally.

“Thank you..” you take it gratefully, ignoring your heartbeat, pressing it to your forehead. It feels really nice.

You watch Kita rearrange things, feel the rhythm in your chest, allow it to beat however it wants for this sliver of time.

“Well,” Kita turns to you, and turns back away going to his pile again. His fingers alight on a bag. “let me know what else ya need before I go.”

“You’re going?” You say it fast, before you can stop the smidge of desperation from hiding itself in the cracks of your words.

Kita studies you, before his eyes relax and crinkle, letting you know he’s smiling beneath his mask. You hate that mask and you don’t know how you ever thought his grin was annoying.

It’d be convenient if it was still annoying though.

“I wanna let you rest.”

“Oh, yeah,” you chuckle. Add a cough. It isn’t long before you wish him well, and close the door of your apartment. Leaving behind an assortment of goods that you don’t really need.

Eventually, you go to your room to grab a pillow. You need something to scream into, and if it’s an old hello kitty pillow with some questionable stains, who can blame you for choosing a somewhat crummy pillow to scream into after that interaction?

———

It’s hard to ignore Kita, because he’s everywhere. It’s like you’re experiencing a zombie apocalypse, except Kita isn’t a zombie and you’re only desperately trying to act cool and deal with terrible feelings in front of him, not run from him as he tries to eat your brain.

…ok, so bad analogy.

The point was that Kita Shinsuke was in your classes, and he was at the market. He called you to check up on things with your garden and to talk—it was really his version of complaining—about his grandma being a little overbearing at times. He was always in your vicinity. He was always in your head. You could hear him saying something hours after he’d said it.

It’s like he was an addiction, and you desperately needed a “no Kita! Bad for your heart!” Campaign, the same way chain smokers needed “no smoking! Bad for your lungs!” Campaigns.

Him being everywhere was making the whole ignoring him, or at the very least your feelings for him thing too difficult. You had to switch up how you were dealing with this mess.

If you couldn’t ignore him, or the cardiac arrest… then you’d have to fess up and get the rejection over with.

You figured it was probably for the best. Tell him you’d caught some cooties from him and that the cooties were romantic feelings, so he could then tell you he’d caught cooties from you too. And that they were the opposite of romantic feelings, they were sick of your weird freak obsession with him feelings.

———

“Hey, what’re you up to today?” Kita’s voice greets you. Your hands pause momentarily before continuing to arrange an assortment of flowers your boss had brought in an approximate 10 minutes before.

The bustle of the morning crowd and stalls starting there day are background music to your work. You’d been thinking as you arranged the stall, the only worker there to start besides your boss. They were here then gone, grabbing more of their farms crops. It was nice having the private time to think.

You were running over confessing scenarios.

It’d been a grand total of two weeks since you put two and two together to figure out the rabid response you had from being around Kita Shinsuke, and you were going about the norm better then expected. You were calmer after accepting you needed to let him know.

Finishing with the pretty flowers for the morning rush you were about to get, you decide to tease Kita.

“Getting ready for the Saturday market crowd, the thing you should be doing right now,” you say with a pinch of attitude.

“Hmmmm,” he hums, considering before he answers. “I meant after the rush we’re getting today. I think our lunch breaks line up, so why don’t we go try that bakery down the road?”

Ignoring how flustered this offer was making you, you set a few baskets up while you considered this sort of confessing opportunity.

You’d be alone together, surrounded by heavenly smells and forced to crowd in close to each other thanks to the places grand opening rush.

It would be easy, you could look at Kita and say “I like you.”

Panic tinges your calm mood. You’d probably mess it up and now that you were thinking about this, it was too soon.

Too soon to expose your heart like that.

“I’m not sure I wanna try that place, my friend Clara- you know the baking wiz? She says it isn’t all that good.” You’d trust your friend Clara with your stomach’s happiness any day and even though she’d given the place a stellar review yesterday, you’d sacrifice your stomach today.

“Well maybe we can go somewhere else then,”

Kita tilts his head up, hand covering his eyes to block the intense sun.

“What’s you favorite place ta get food around the market?”

Your response is delayed. You don’t want to answer. However, when your excuses to avoid going out to eat are immediately crossed out internally at the idea of your favorite place, with Kita accompanying you, you give in.

Your answer is a detailed description of an area that offers live music, but isn’t really a set place, just a few amalgamations of food stalls that know what they’re doing.

“That sounds great. Let’s head over there,” Kita says. “It’ll be my treat.”

He finishes off his devastating blow with a look that almost feels mischievous. Like he knows you were trying to keep some distance, or gets that you were avoiding something. It’s a glance that wants to tease you. To possibly get closer, to make Kita lean in and whisper something, all while knowing that you like him-

OH GOD.

“Sounds good.” You say easily.

———

Kitas eyes roam the menu of a neat and tidy stall offering sandwiches. There’s no music playing today, and the lack of it filling this specific area usually booming with it, makes you nervous.

Those nerves could be Kita however.

You backpedal on that immediately. It’s not that. It is not him making you nervous.

He’s sticking close to you, like you’d thought he would if you’d have gone to the bakery together. It could be your imagination, the way he’s leaning closer to you while you both wait to order. Filling some of the blank space that was open between you both. Your mind supplies a useless fact about tree roots tangling with other tree roots, who then stay connected because it’s useful for the conjoined plants.

They communicate through there root system, and you know Kita leaning toward you to give his opinion while then waiting for you own, reminds you of a trees roots growing and mixing in with another’s.

Do trees like attaching themselves to each other? You wonder suddenly. Do they grow used to the company they provide each other, and maybe, they even feel warm and happy with the proximity they have..?

You choose a different meal then your regular, hoping to distract yourself with a new taste because you are not coping with Kita very well today.

“Is this alright?” Kita asks you. The way he’s staring makes it feel like he must’ve noticed your demeanor being off.

“Oh! Yeah, this place is always good, so don’t worry cause obviously I like it,” feeling your nerves still moving like leaves blowing in the wind you say, “I also have great company so it’s really extra good today haha!”

You wish you hadn’t said that. What might Kita think hearing something like that? What will he say?

All he does is nod in response, attention drawn back to the surroundings of the area you had picked.

You ignore the smidge of disappointment at the lack of a response.

It was colorful, and full of plant life. The area you were in was bursting with it. The music that was often heard throughout brought the greenery to life and the colors popped while some people, usually kids and older folks, danced in the open spaces. It was perfect here. The warmth it filled you with made you love it.

“I don’t have to guess why you like it,” Kita states without turning. “I’ve only ever walked through this area, so this is nice.”

You let yourself soak in what you see. What you hear.

The banners, the light breeze blowing through hair, the people moving about.

“Yeah, it is nice.”

You let your gaze shift to Kita, watching him. He’s relaxed and calm in a spot that you considered yours. To be honest, if it had been two, even a month ago, you’d have felt uncomfortable bringing someone like Kita here.

But someone like Kita… what did that really mean?

How did you end up thinking of him that way?

He was a person, the same as you. He struggled to stay calm at times. He acted irrationally. He got emotional and too invested in things that he shouldn’t.

Those were all things that you hadn’t seen, especially as you stubbornly decided he was some perfect freak who had to be out to make you look bad. When you got mad at him in the library, an event that seemed like forever ago, you hadn’t known he could talk so passionately or feel so real.

“Kita,” you start. “I think I really li-

“Hey! Kita-san, what’re ya doin’ over here?”

A blonde haired man, followed by someone (clearly the man’s brother, probably twin) holding three different types of food in one of his hands, and a drink in the other, interrupt you as they make their way over to you.

“Atsumu, Osamu, ya shouldn’t yell across the market.” Kita firmly tells the pair.

You recognize them as his friends.

“Oy, Tsumu’s the one that yelled,” the darker haired man says before smiling at Kita and taking a huge bite out of one of the foods he has.

Kita doesn’t grace that brother with a response, he turns to you instead.

“Sorry,” he looks to you, your name falling off his tongue lightly, and you barely hear it over the beating of your heart. “What were ya trying to tell me before.”

You hope he doesn’t notice the brief hesitant pause you take.

“I wanted to tell you I really like the food here, and that I hope you do to,” you give him a smile and hoping to further the gap from what you had been attempting to say, look to the blonde haired brother.

“Hey, how come you don’t have any food? Are you a picky eater or did your brother take yours?” You raise a brow looking over to the darker haired one, Osamu, you think.

“Ha! Nah, I wanted to get food over here,” Atsumu, that’s his name probably, points to the stall where you and Kita are currently waiting for your food.

“Good taste,” you nod approvingly, happy to be having a conversation with the relative stranger you ask “Are you trying it for the first time?”

“No way, this place is my favorite!” He says it proudly, while snickering at his brother. They clearly have some sort of inside thing over this place because the brother glares back in response, swallowing his food before responding.

“They served me cold soup once, I’m not tryin’ it again,” Osamu has a look of genuine betrayal on his face. You nearly laugh from it.

Atsama, again probably his name, smirks having noticed you holding back a laugh. “The crazy one thinks it’s got good food, right?” He asks.

“It’s basically my favorite too,” you reply before a belated “crazy one?”

That was familiar.

He looks sheepish suddenly.

“Ah, my bad, I was thinkin about how you used to act around Kita-san is all,” he seems unsure, glancing to Kita who had been watching the scene unfold with a blank expression, yet now had an expression you weren’t completely sure about. Slightly annoyed? Squinting, you think yes, possibly that.

Your mind takes you back to a conversation overheard in the dark, street lamps lighting up, as you listened to Kita and his group of friends talk about you. They had said you were a little crazy you think. It’s most likely where the blonde brother got the nickname.

Embarrassment creeps in alongside the palpitations of your heart that had slowed down, almost back to a normal speed.

“Atsumu, don’t call them that.” Kita was upset on your behalf.

“Woah… you didn’t mind me sayin’ that a while back,” you see the blonde man’s inner cogs spin as he looks back to you. “It’s kinda weird seein’ how close and buddy buddy ya are now.”

This guy has a shit eating grin on his face after a moment, and your heart stops, considering why.

Fear grips you at the possibility of him knowing why you’re getting along now.

You are so happy when a regular worker at the stall you’d ordered from comes up to you with a polite nod, and hands you and Kita your food. A beautifully timed interruption you gratefully take. You give Atsu-whatever a shit eating grin in return, paired with an innocent head tilt.

“We got so buddy buddy when we ordered this delicious food to eat,” you then point to a spot under a sakura tree, where you normally sit, and ask Kita if he’s fine with eating over there. You ask it while taking steps backward, adding a satisfying bite to your food, watching the blonde brother narrow his eyes.

He turns to Kita and you guess he expects Kita to tell you to be more polite. Or maybe he thinks Kita will tell him why you’re so buddy buddy with a serious answer.

Your heart jumps when Kita simply follows behind with a raised brow in your direction that gets replaced with a disapproving blank stare that’s some type of vicious, to Atsa.

He gives a quick bye to Osamu, and a delayed one to Atsasa.

You can’t stop the butterflies.

You and Kita eat the best food you’ve ever eaten at your favorite spot. The meal and interactions of the past hour curling up in a nook in your head and gut, present but not overwhelming so.

———

Until it isn’t pleasant.

Those words you nearly said… you can’t ignore them.

It keeps you up at night.

You guess the interaction was overwhelming since you can’t ignore it. Though it was nice how earlier it had drifted to the back of your mind as you were too immersed in your afternoon with Kita.

Now you’re up at three am thinking about it.

“Kita, I think I really like you.”

It’s what you’d wanted to say. It’s what was now haunting your sleepy mind.

Your brain, because yes of course it does, tells you about the semi now famous fungi that can take over the brains of ants. Your brain is telling you you’re an ant.

And that Kita is a walking fungus.

You roll over with a sigh, reaching for you hello kitty pillow. You need to scream again.

———

Days blink by, and you’re normal.

Except the words you wanted to say are still there. Trying to force there way out into the space between you and Kita with the hope of bringing him closer.

It’s starting to scare you. No, not how you can’t stop the feelings from trying to come out. It’s the fear that he’ll want to stop being by your side after you say what’s gumming up your insides. It’s something you didn’t realize you were afraid of, something that makes you squirm in discomfort.

It’s that feeling, the uncomfortable, painful burning that stops the words from falling out after your almost confession.

That’s the core of this. The real reason why liking Kita feels so awful when you’re alone with yourself.

He’s a person, and he’s flawed like anyone else. Loath as you were to admit that at one point. Excited as you were at another. It’s possible that once you say all the words, Kita I really like you, he’ll be petty and say he’s done with you.

He’ll say he’s tired of your energy and attitude.

He won’t call you to talk, or walk down to your stall in the market to ask how you’re doing.

Your heart is spiking in fear simply considering the irrational behavior. Logically, if Kita wanted to distance himself after getting so close to you, he’d probably give you a sweeter farewell then “BYE BITCH.” Which is what you’re finding is what’s scaring you.

It wouldn’t be him dropping off the face of the earth. It’d be a conversation, because you can’t imagine it turning into him ignoring you again, the same way he had when you’d distracted and stopped him from taking pictures of some notes on one of your professors screens.

The rationale was there, you needed to believe it.

You couldn’t figure out how to do that.

Stopping the worries was as hard as stopping your bad studying habits, near impossible without the right incentive.

What was the right incentive to stop your worries?

———

You might’ve had worries pricking at you, but that certainly didn’t matter at the market, with a grumpy old hag bothering you.

Ms.Moko was being a pain. Not unusual, but today it was an all encompassing sort of pain. Compared to the mild endearing pain she often was, this was too much annoying for you to handle without going insane.

You wished Kita was here. He was stuck selling out at his stall, and would be there till around 2pm. As of late, that was the time he regularly came to check up on you. It was a very set time, and you looked down at your watch wistfully. 12:22 it read.

Refusing to do the math to figure out the exact time it would take for him to get here and help you, you try to put your brain to use in a better way. Thinking of a how to get Ms.Moko to stop huffing her way around your stall, starting conversations with other patrons who clearly did not want to discuss what the point of ‘40 years of pulling my wrinkly behind out of bed just to get the silent treatment from everyone who doesn’t like a straight answer! Dear, what is the point?!’

Sliding out from under the shaded area of the stall, you make your way to Ms.Moko.

“Hey! How’s my favorite costumer doing today?”

You ask it with as much enthusiasm you can cram into your words without making the old woman suspicious.

“Oh, dear child!” She shouts, “terrible! I’m in a horrendous state!”

“Oh no, what’s wrong?” You rearrange a couple of tomatillos while you watch her sigh expressively.

“It’s the Ms’s,” she’s being dramatic, the tilt of her voice clearly ladled with a stage performance worth of it.

“She says I’m too much, that I need to be more considerate of what I say!” She looks right at you, and in the dramatic act, you see something. Actual pain.

You feel your movements on the produce before you slow down.

“Why does she think that?”

“She didn’t like me telling her damn friend that he was being too clingy, and to back off my wife!” She cries.

There’s a lot of emotional weight in her voice now, all of it real. It pierces something dark in the depths of you.

“What did her friend do?” You ask, voice slower now.

She sniffs. “He put an arm around her waist, and that was after they danced to a song I was insisting we dance to.”

It’s only a little, but you want to crush the delicate tomatillos your hands are resting atop of. “That’s messed up. Why would she get mad at you for telling him to stop?”

Another sniff.

“Darling, I didn’t tell him to stop,” she says darkly.

The words that come out of Ms.Moko’s mouth next are shocking, even for her, and for a brief period of time you are speechless.

Then you wheeze.

You ignore the angry cane hitting the side of your leg.

“You- you didn’t!”

You’re almost crying you’re laughing so hard. Ms.Moko absolutely needed to apologize to her wife. Maybe that friend of her wife’s too. Scratch that. She did need to apologize to him without a doubt.

The dark feeling that had brewed up, was all gone now. All you could do was laugh and slowly ease your lungs into catching your breath.

“Ms.Moko, how can you say whatever you feel like saying?” You shake your head, still recovering. “I wish I could say everything I wanted like you.”

“Why the hell do you want to do that?” She puffs out indignantly.

“So I could say I, uh… well, never mind actually.” you hurry.

“Hey now! Don’t leave a poor, hurt woman in the dark,” she bumps you with her cane shamelessly. “You just laughed at me after I put my heart out on display for you, you better tell me.”

It feels like a threat.

“Come on dear, I want to know,” she studies you. She must see you’re truly unsure, cause in an instant she softens.

“I won’t go around shouting your secrets you know? Talk to me if you want or be stubborn and let it shrivel you up on the inside.”

You consider letting it shrivel you up.

But if you can’t tell Kita, too bogged down by the fear of it, then it should be alright to tell Ms.Moko.

You stand up straighter. You can do this.

“I really like Kita.” You’re proud of yourself, and feel a little fearless for the words coming out so quickly.

Then you see Ms.Moko’s expression. She’s shocked. Her face morphs, she’s smiling, then she’s guffawing.

“Bwahaha!”

She slaps you with her cane again. “Was that it? I knew that already!”

You feel yourself shriveling up for real. Why was this so funny?

“Dear you are just about as dense as me, anyone can tell you get along with Shinsuke,” she reasons out. “There’s no reason to keep those feelings hidden.”

“Ms.Moko I’m not talking about a friendly sort of liking,” you tell her somewhat frustrated. You can’t tell if she gets what you really mean or not and if that’s why she’s laughing.

“I mean, like.. the kind of like where you- think of your wife and you and it’s that, except I..” you stutter through an explanation of your feelings suddenly desperately wanting to convey exactly what you mean.

“I just! I like him! I like Kita ok?!” You finally shout.

Ms.Moko let’s you stand there, utterly humiliated, taking her time to respond.

“Yes, I was thinking that was how you probably meant it. But you know, I still don’t believe you have to worry about this. Your feelings don’t have to be a secret.”

She rests her hand on your shoulder and squeezes, “no one should have to hide there heart away, I hope you know that.”

You feel a slight prick in your eyes, and you blink hard.

You clear your throat, “what if he hates me though? I’ve been awful to him, too many times to count,”

“Well dear, what if he doesn’t?” She asks. “What if he likes you?”

Then jokingly, and simultaneously not, she says, “what if he loves you?”

Jolting straighter, ignoring the burst of butterflies at the thought, you deflect.

“I can’t imagine that, he’s too serious for me,” you chuckle.

“Hey now, I’m not blind,” she pauses. “Yet. And I happen to see very well how relaxed the young man gets with you.”

She smiles at you. “My wife is serious, but she’s carefree when I ask her to dance. She’s uptight, much more then your young man, and she’s still the one who tells me to stay with her to watch birds outside on our porch for ‘just six more minutes!’” She does a terrible impression of her wife’s voice. Ms.Moko gives you a look that says you better listen to her. “My point is that some people have the right affect on the other, and I think that even if Shinsuke doesn’t like you like that-

You’ll still be together in the way that fits.”

You can’t speak. Your throat has fully closed on you. A couple tears slip out that you can’t seem to stop even when you try.

Who knew your favorite regular had real wisdom that didn’t involve cooking and baking fresh produce?

Ms.Moko stays standing beside you, her hand a comforting weight on your shoulder. Waiting for you, not seeming to care how long it might take.

You sniffle.

Kita sticking around, caring about you whether romantically or not, was something you desperately wanted. Ms.Moko saying he would, hurt. It hurt in the best way, and you breathe in and out, opening your eyes as you remember where you are.

Ms.Moko stands there, moving her hand to pat your back.

“It’ll be alright dear,” she says.

You sniff again.

You’re pretty sure you believe her.

———

A lot of your stall’s regulars drop by during the last few minutes of noon, and you manage to keep it together. No more tears slipping out. No more emotionally taxing conversations K.O.ing you.

It’s a bit like you’re on autopilot. The only real change visible enough to notice, was the dropped energy level a few customers pointed out.

These regulars who took notice were extra nice, so despite the autopilot mode you were trapped in, you still had genuine smiles while you worked for the costumers around.

You let yourself go on like this, slightly bogged down by brain fog, until Kita greets you.

2pm on the dot.

The conversation is light and even with Kita immediately taking notice, inquiring over your quieter demeanor, you actually felt relatively alright.

You didn’t say anything about your feelings, you didn’t think about them either as you talked with Kita, because you didn’t have the same pressure to do so weighing you down anymore. It would be fine, however these feelings ended up panning out, you’d be a friend of Kita’s for life.

It was like releasing a breath trapped in your lungs for far longer than it should have been.

It’s easy. Realizing you want someone by you for as long as you can keep them, and thinking to yourself it was going to happen.

“Do you wanna go to a farm?” You ask suddenly.

You want Kita to do something fun with you. Something where you can be together, just the two of you.

“A farm?” Kita questions.

“A petting zoo actually, though it’s pretty close to being a plain old farm,” you slide your hands together and make a pleading face. “It’s no rice farm, but I’m sure you might find some inkling of enjoyment from some baby animals.”

Kita Shinsuke looks at you seriously, considering something before, “Ya want to genuinely hangout again all of a sudden?”

“What?” You’re surprised at Kita’s eyes boring into yours, and the question he’s released.

“I.. yeah I do, I always do” it’s a soft reply to Kita’s hard one. “I’ve just been distracted lately. Sorry about that... I should have been focusing on you more.”

His eyes turn away from your own.

“No, I’m sorry for asking that. I didn’t actually know if ya had something going on or if ya were avoiding me,” he glances back to you and you consider how maybe, you weren’t being very slick when you turned Kita down for things and avoided certain places. “It felt like ya were tryin’ to keep me away for some reason. Especially when you stopped suggesting we do things together. I think I was looking at your actions too hard, looking for excuses for something.”

Kita shrugs casually. It’s very un-Kita like and he picked it up from you most likely.

“I just want ya around too much I think, that’s why I asked.”

You flounder slightly, before throwing out “so you wanna go to the petting zoo with me then?”

With eyes crinkling at the edges from a smile that feels like the sun itself, you enjoy the warmth Kita brings you as he says yes.

———

You look good.

You say it over and over as you sit on a city bus, on your way to meet up with Kita. The petting zoo is just a couple more miles away, and the outfit you choose is durable and nice looking.

Kita probably picked out a crisp button up and maybe if you were lucky, he’d have compression sleeves on too. Not that he wouldn’t look good with his arms on full display.

You don’t bother admonishing yourself for that thought as the bus passes by buildings that are starting to have more spaces between each concrete and wooden construct. The phone in your hand lets you know you’re a stop away, and a quick call from Kita yields that he’s already arrived.

He also asked if you wanted a drink, which allowed a selfish moment where you didn’t hesitate to say you would love a drink, but it should be a surprise. One he picks for you.

A ding lets you know you’ve arrived at your stop. A would be quick walk, about 12 minutes, is cut down to 7 as you jog most of the way to your final destination: Kita.

Or er, the petting zoo.

You didn’t have patience today. In retrospect patience wasn’t something you practiced on your best days, excluding with your plants of course. Those always took patience (from your minor reserve’s) to grow.

You’re out of breath and nearly run into Kita when you spot him. Not bothering to think fully about how you need to stop moving in time, you’re thankful when Kita manages to catch you.

You’re excitement is overflowing and you take a silent moment to steady yourself internally. You manage a quick apology before asking with confidence you’re not sure you really have, if Kita Shinsuke is ready to have some fun after nearly toppling him over.

“Yes.” And he adds after just the right amount of time, “As long as ya don’t run into me when we’re at the animal pens.”

With a retort dying on the tip of your tongue, he hands you a drink in a thick paper cup. It has a lid attached that prevents you from peeking and guessing what he’s gotten you. You’re excited regardless of all you know about the drink being it’s warm against your fingers.

You thank him for the second time that day, and take a sip. Warm spiced apple cider slides down your throat, a pleasant flavor that’s perfect for a place like a petting zoo.

You smirk.

It figures Kita would choose a drink you would love. You’re glad about it.

“Alright, we shouldn’t just stand around,” you bump shoulders with him, eager to be on the move with Kita. “Let’s go see if they have some cute goats or chickens.”

Kita hums, “sounds good.”

He smiles as you lead the way through the wooden fences, finding all the cute animals that you can pet, and the ones you can feed. You love how invested Kita gets trying to get one specific chicken to eat some of the food he’s been given. He’s patient as he waits, yet the chicken looses interest at the last second every time.

If a couple of those times are your fault, Kita doesn’t seem too mad as he tilts his head, eventually smiling at your final sabotage of luring his chicken away before you move on.

The beating of your heart is a constant companion through all your stops in the zoo. It’s a pleasant feeling, and it’s their when you watch a young calf with a grown cow. It’s expanding and tripping as you go through a corn maze. The thrumming in your chest throughout the day is a feeling similar to when you had your first sip of apple cider.

Walking down dirt paths, you go through most of the vegetated sections of the petting zoo. The place technically doubles as a pumpkin patch in the fall, and with somewhat judgmental eyes you scan the crops. You appreciate when Kita joins in on dissecting the way the plants seem to be grown.

You watch as Kita kneels down beside a small, unripe pumpkin, inspecting it. You plant your hands on your knees and bend down to look with him. It’s a hard game- focusing on the pumpkin and Kita.

You realize you probably won’t confess today.

That’s not what you’re here for today of course. It’s not something you had conspicuously thought out. Today wasn’t about discovering if the man you’ve spent months thinking about, and obsessing over, and screaming into pillows for maybe, possibly likes you.

Today is about being right next to Kita in the way that fits this moment.

That had been the real revelation from Ms.Moko’s talk.

You find disappointment in the darkening sky, and take solace in how red Kita’s cheeks have gotten as the day has gone on. You feel silly watching his heated face when he’s not paying attention on your walk out of the zoo.

It’s with practiced hands that Kita begins to clean up near the petting zoos exit. Washing your hands at an outdoor spout, wiping down any bits of mud off your clothes with wipes he brought, and taking your hands in his own he checks over where a goat bit your hand near the beginning of the day.

He holds on gently but firm, his hand calloused, and clean as he inspects your own.

You let him turn your hand over. And when he does it again, you’re probably enjoying it too much.

Kita has always been dedicated. You never knew having his dedication turned towards your two hands and ten fingers moving slowly into fists as Kita still holds on, could burn you up.

You laugh, very distracted by this kind of attentiveness. “Hey Kita, I think that bite was pretty insignificant, so don’t worry so much okay?”

His eyes are on you. It’s like they always are if you’re being honest.

You shake your head. You’re not going to think that right now.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course,” you respond, still focused on his hands, not words. Maybe more so because Kita’s hands are squeezing yours, putting just enough pressure onto your hands that you can’t ignore it.

“Was this a date?”

It’s like a pin dropping in a silent room, the sudden stillness you feel in the air is a shock as you squeeze Kitas hands tighter then he is yours.

You inhale sharply, and it’s with some difficulty that you announce what you honestly thought of today, “No, no it wasn’t… I just wanted us to have fun together.”

It’s true. It’s a pinch to your side, and you swallow with difficulty, a side affect you’re sure of having been so caught off guard by your friend.

He stares. His hands tighten once more for a brief second, matching your grip before they fall away out of your hands.

“Alright.” He says.

“Alright?” You venture confused. You’re head is quite literally spinning from the whiplash of the direction of this conversation.

“I was just wondering,” Kita says casually.

He says it so casually you feel like you’re gonna scream.

“Because I was hoping it was.”

The shoes you’re wearing are covered in mud, and your covered in goosebumps.

You’re feeling like screaming for a whole new reason.

“..what?”

He shakes his head slowly, then stops and gives you an answer you weren’t ready for.

“I’ve been wondering how it is I can feel so mad at someone, and still want them ta show up so I can get mad at them all over again. That’s how I felt after the first couple weeks of yer stubborn self insisting we had a rivalry.”

Kita is facing you fully, his eyes clear and his cheeks dusted that pretty red. You wonder if they’ve been red this whole day because of you.

“When we started to get along, I was happy. Yer someone I don’t get tired of, even when I wish ya did. Ya make me really happy. And embarrassed. And frustrated. It’s like I’m always comfortable with ya, even when I’m getting dragged along with something I wouldn’t have done without you.

It feels like yer always waiting for me, or running to catch up to me,”

And I want you to know what you mean to me.”

He clears his throat. “I sincerely like you so much I can’t think straight.

Can I ask ya to try an actual date with me?”

You clench your fists tight. Nails dig into your palm and you take a deep breath. You’re processing a hurricane of words. A tsunami of emotions.

“Are you saying…” you start, wavering. “you started to like me after a couple of weeks of knowing me.. when I was bullying you..?”

You turn to see checks deepening in color.

“Was that really bullying?” He asks, all composed except for the glaring red on his cheeks.

“God,” you grin, in disbelief. You give him an indirect answer. “I like you so much.”

This trip wasn’t supposed to end like this. The sky wasn’t supposed to explode around you in burning colors and the ground shouldn’t have shaken beneath your feet.

Kita Shinsuke wasn’t supposed to make you feel like those things were happening. Yet he was, and he liked you.

You do what you do best next. You forget to think. Grabbing Kitas hands, missing the way they felt holding yours, you pull him closer to you.

So close your lips touch.

The kiss is short, and when you’ve pulled back to look at the put together person in front of you, you ruffle his neat hair and say, “I’m still bullying you.”

“Well,” he says. “Will you bully me on a real date?”

“I think I will if you’ll let me.”

“Yes,” he doesn’t hesitate.

You sigh, happy and reluctant to get home despite the night encroaching.

You lean your head against the perfect, frustrating man in the palm of your hands. Someone who thinks similarly of you.

And you think quietly, secretly to yourself; I kinda love you, you know that Shinsuke?

——— Half a year later———

You shift, and groan at the movement underneath you.

Slowly, ever so gently you’re sliding down onto cushions, but it’s not as comfy as what you were laying on before.

“Noooo,” you whine.

“Sorry,” you hear a morning voice just slightly sleep tinged answer, and suddenly your completely deprived of any skin to skin contact. You’ve been removed off of Shinsuke’s chest by the man himself.

You groan again before slowly sitting up to watch your boyfriend move around the room. Getting ready for the day, two hours before you yourself do on days off from any work at classes and the market.

Its not easy falling back asleep for those two hours. You crave your boyfriends warmth, and it feels lonely without him beside you. An embarrassing thought, yet one you humbly except as the norm now.

You didn’t realize how much nicer it was to wrap your arms around someone you liked as you drifted off to sleep, as compared to a pillow or the open air.

The two hours without him are just not happening today you think blearily.

You close your eyes briefly. Shinsuke’s already fully awake. He’s prepared to get moving and nearly ready to start his day.

You’re not though. So regardless of your tired, slow limbs, you get up and follow the source of the warmth moving away from you.

You sigh when you slump against his side. It’s heavens blessing itself when the man who never stops to most people- slows down and pauses to move his hands to the top of your head, gliding over your hair. His hand eventually drifts down to the side of your face where he gently cradles your cheek, pulling you against him further.

You both stay there. Basking in one another’s presence.

Eventually, the clock starts moving forward once more and his arm goes down to your side where he squeezes.

And then he lets go, leaving you to the cold air again.

“Shinsuke,” you groan out.

“Yes?” He questions. Fully serious. No nonsense.

“…”

“What is it?” He finally pauses again, and with his attention fully on you, you can appreciate his hair sticking up.

“You should sleep a little longer,” you say.

You know your boyfriend likes his morning routine. It’s a pretty strict schedule. One that doesn’t get changed lightly.

You’re basically trying to coax a cat to do something it finds extremely distasteful.

So you know he’ll probably end up leaving like usual.

The look in his eyes is telling you he is indeed not interested in staring up at the ceiling of his room for two hours, while you’re passed out over him. You smile fondly despite the knowing disappointment blooming.

“Alright,” you huff out, acting overly put out. “Never mind, you can get out of here and go do what you need to.”

And with that, you flop back into the nest of blankets and pillows that Shinsuke has departed from.

You breathe in deeply, relaxing slowly. It’s quiet by the time you’re fully situated, ready to rest your two more hours.

It’s not until you feel the bed dip beside you, that you realize Shinsuke didn’t leave the room while you were shifting in the pile.

It’s quiet, excluding the rustling of the blankets around you being lifted. A warm back presses up against your own and it’s giddiness that fills you up.

“You’re staying?” You ask it gently, the same way you would if Kita really was a cat and saying it too loud could scare him away.

“For a half an hour. I’m not staying three.” He places his arm gently over your middle and pulls you closer to him, ignoring your mumbled ‘only two hours’.

“I have ta see a professor today,” he adds.

“Which one?”

He’s silent before, “the one that doesn’t know how to listen well.”

You gasp jokingly at his uncharacteristic answer. “Shinsuke!”

“It’s true,” he says into your hair, and his words reverberate through you. “They’re not very respectful either, ya know?”

You enjoy the couple more complaints that your boyfriend softly murmurs before he tapers off. Your closed eyes start to feel heavier in the dim silenced space.

You’re not far from falling back to sleep. The arm over you finds your hands and entwines your fingers, and it’s something you dimly register through your nearly asleep state. You hear your name, and you think you feel a possible kiss to the top of your head. You’re already asleep when Kita Shinsuke says his last words. You miss what he was trying to tell you.

“I really love ya,”

He knows you’re asleep. It’s easy for him to tell after all this time of you sleeping beside, and on top of him.

It doesn’t stop him from wanting to say it again because he needs you to know it. Over and over, he wants to see your reaction. He wants everything you want to give him. When he looks over at you and see you turning towards him, waiting for him, he wants to wait for you too.

He wants to say I love you while you’re awake.

But he can settle for saying it a couple more times while you sleep, tucked against him. He can tell you he loves you when you wake up in two hours.

He already knows he’ll have to stay a little longer then a half an hour if he wants to do that.

He’s alright with that.

[fluffyf0x]

It was the simple way how he always sat beside you. Always looking towards you. His gaze never leaving yours.

It was the simple way he would carry your bag. Or the way he would greet you with such enthusiasm. Maybe it was the way he lent you his shirt when you were cold. Maybe it was the way he would feel giddy everytime you were in the same room as him. Breathing the same air as you. Reading and digesting every single word, syllable and letter you sent him.

Maybe it was the way he wanted to look into your eyes forever.

Maybe it was the way your friend would ask if something was going on between the two of you. Or the way his friends would tease him until he was a blushing stuttering mess.

The way the silence was full of tension. The type of tension that would make you feel soft like marshmallows. Sweet and tooth rotting like sugar. The way your fingertips would slowly brush against each other and as you realize it, you're pulling your hands closer to yourself. Avoiding eye contact while your ears are tainted bright red.

The way he admitted those feelings in a crowded room. And every single one of his friends was making fun of you. But in maybe 15 seconds later they were clapping for you two. What a gentleman he was. What a man he was. Aren't you such a lucky woman?

"You were my greatest happiness"

The confession threw you off. You heard your friends scream and squeal. Watching all of this unfold. You felt like your chest was tightening, you could feel blood rush into your cheeks. There were quiet whispers, and soft laughs, unbreaking eye contact. Drinking coffee on a saturday night. God he can go on forever on how much he liked you. Wait no, LOVED you.

How could someone be so full of affection for you? Like a cup overflowing. You could never feel unloved, it could last you a lifetime but you would still come back wanting for more. Like a sweet drug, you couldn't get enough.

Luckily enough, he would never run out of love to give you.

Characters: Suna, KITA, SAKUSA, Akaashi, Sugawara, DAICHI, Tsukkishima, HINATA + your favs

[asrinchine]

you gotta love the sea and nature if you wanna live up with nishi because baby I can imagine going island hopping w him during his travels?

Like if you get seasick, he probably would help you ease it in any ways possible. As long as you both can enjoy your guys travel tgther!!

Also if it's Kita he'll probably bring you to those national park or forest for your vacation like yes sir,I absolutely support on the idea!! And downhand takes pictures of you and him (mostly it's you but whateverr)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Karasuno, Shiratorizawa, Inarizaki and Nekoma:

Manager has an Art Exibit

Karasuno x GN! Manager; Shiratorizawa x GN!Manager; Inarizaki x GN! Manager; Nekoma x GN! Manager

Warnings: PURE FLUFF, light swearing

A/N: This is an Anon request

Karasuno

The most feral of the 4 teams

I think we all know this but just to reiterate

Literally, I don’t care if they know absolutely nothing about art

The fact is they all suddenly become FASCINATED by it just because their manager is into it

Asahi has the most appreciate, followed by Kiyoko and Yachi

When they first find out you are into Art, they demand to see what you do daily

Idk if you only added one line to a drawing or maybe planned a new piece of pottery

These boys will be so into it!

They will ask the same question daily which is “can you teach me YN?”

When you tell them you have an exhibit coming up, they don’t even ask if they are invited

They just assume 😌

If it’s at a fancy place, they were their school uniforms because it’s the nicest thing they own 🤣

Daichi reminds them to keep the volume to a minimum

Hinata tells Kageyama not to look at anything breakable because his face is ugly/scary enough to break it on site

The “iTs My FaCe AsShOlE” speech follows

Tsukki is actually semi interested and wanders around looking at the exhibits

Noya and Tanaka glare at everyone until they say how amazing your pieces are 🙄

Ennoshita tells you that he will forcefully remove them if needed

Suga actually asks detailed questions about your work and super interested

Hinata is forced to stay next to Yamaguchi so he doesn’t accidentally break anything

All in all, solid 20/10 support and 6/10 safety around breakable pieces 🥰

Shiratorizawa

The most regal of the teams

Literally they showed up, literally in suits YN

SUITS 🫡

Someone quick, take a picture for your memory wall 📱

Honestly they don’t talk about your art much because volleyball practice is for volleyball

But after practice, Semi, Reon and Tendou show the most interest

Semi is super into your style and is always looking at your sketches/ finished products

Reon and Tendou are just super supportive, giving feedback and wanting to learn more

Ushijima doesn’t say anything BUT he is totally listening and storing away everything you say

Goshiki, well Goshiki tries 😅

He wants to know more but the boy doesn’t have a creative bone in his body

He is the definition of a “super volleyball idiot”

Shirabu and Kawanishi don’t really understand art but they still encourage you none the less

At your exhibit, they all walk the floor together

Like a flock of birds 😂

One of them moves and they others follow

They only mingle with you and keep a close eye on your work

Literally they don’t want anyone messing with all the hard work you’ve put in

You’ll talk with them about what you’ve done and that’s when Ushijima surprises you

“I see you used the light purple over the dark purple Yn, that was an excellent move.”

The team 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

Tendou 👉🏻🖐🏻👁️⭕️👁️🖐🏻

You 👉🏻🥹

These boys adore you so much YN, solid 10/10!

Inarizaki

Kita puts it on the board in the teams locker room

“YN’s art exhibit at 7pm TUESDAY NIGHT! Show up or I’ll make sure you get benched!” -Kita ❤️

That message was meant for one person and one person only

And I think we all know who 👀

*cough* ATSUMU *cough*

It’s not that Atsumu doesn’t support you, it’s just that his brain really only functions on volleyball

Kita and Aran will use every change they get to hype up your art work

Omimi suggests they use it in volleyball somehow

Even if it’s pottery or creative writing, they find a way

Akagi is super interested in what you do, always asking questions

Suna sits by you while you work, you have an unspoken relationship of just silent co-existence

He’s super peaceful 😌

Ginjima is a hype man, literally show him your new work and he will scream your praises

Osamu and you both encourage each other in your chosen talents

You taste his creations and give feedback and he critics your art

He’s an honest boy and we support it!

Riseki, our sweet baby, just loves supporting you because it makes you smile

At the exhibit, they honestly act semi normal

Atsumu and Osamu promised not to fight

Suna and Ginjima stood in between Samu and Sumu so they DIDNT fight

Kita, Aran, Omimi and Akagi are all like ridiculously interested in art

Like they talk to you about all the exhibits and point out their favs

Riseki kind of stands there, awkward but he tries

Sumu compares art to volleyball and how he’s basically the artist of the team

Samu tells Sumu that volleyball is a sport, not an art which leads to fighting

Which then leads to Suna and Gibjima having to take the children home early

Solid 10/10 moral support but they might cause you a lot of stress 😅

Nekoma

I’m calling it, best team for Art Exibit support goes to Nekoma 🏆

Literally they are the most calm of all of the teams here and definitely beyond supportive

Literally YN, they worship the ground you walk on

So when they find out you are into Art, oh lord

They bug you non-stop to show them what you’re doing

Kuroo doesn’t even need to remind them you have an exibit, they just show up

Kai and Yaku are your support system, giving feedback and helping you carry things and organize everything

Yamamoto is security, hype man and literally #1 Yn simp

Kenma thinks your art is awesome and you’re one of the only people he talks to regularly

Lev, Shibayama, and Inuoka literally adore you so much and want to know everything about your art

Fukunaga, a fellow artist but with words, literally always knows just the thing to say to cheer you up

And Kuroo talks about how you are the carbohydrates that fuel the team 😂

Because he would and we all know it

At your exhibit, they are the first to show up and the last to leave

Kenma might sneak off and play a game or two

But the rest are super interested

Kai takes photos, if allowed, and posts them in the teams group chat

Yaku will discuss every single exibit with you

Kuroo stands around like a proud dad 😂

Lev critics things because he’s an honest boy even thought he knows nothing about art

Inuoka and Shibayama literally just gawk at you because you are so cute when you are happy

Yamamoto is alot like Tanaka and Noya but a tiny bit tamer

Fukunaga takes notes on what he wants to talk to you about later when he finally gets to discuss your art with you

100/10 support