#kita shinsuke x reader romance

[23starii]

➪ONIGIRI NOW➪

Osamu Miya X Reader SMAU college AU

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-> Yachi always visits Yamaguchi when he's working and she isnt

-> Suna was jealous to find out that a girl so beautiful had been asking about Osamu but was also impressed

-> Atsumu first noticed Y/n looking at Osamu before he noticed Osamu watching Y/n

-> Kita often leaves big tips at restaurants his friends recommend. This time, he left $20.

-> Osamu and Atsumu both added $10 to the tip, making it $40

-> Yamaguchi always takes the tables with creepy men

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Pick Up Lines They Use On You - Haikyuu

PART 1 - Captains

Sawamura Daichi:

I feel like Daichi would be unintentionally smooth! Like you would say something, anything, completely normal and he would respond with something that would leave you shocked and flustered.

~ You were sat upset and depressed, all your friends were going on dates and having fun and while you loved being the manager for the volleyball team, you would have liked the option to go be social, maybe go on a date yourself. ~ 'Yeah, like that would ever happen.' ~ "Even I wouldn't date me." You muttered, not noticing an amused captain standing behind you. ~ "Oh, well, your standards must be impossibly high then." He told you with a wink, leaving you with your lunch and a brand new face colour!

Oikawa Tooru:

Oikawa would use a pick up line that is a just an excuse to have you touch him in someway, he would definitely know a few, cause, you know, it's Oikawa!

~ Everyone on the team was doing great in practice today! ~ "Nice kill Iwa!" You called, he nodded, determined and returned to practice. ~ The only thing that would make them all better is if Oikawa left the locker room, he had got in on time, what was taking him so long? ~ You wandered over to the locker room, knocking on the door, "Oikawa, you've been a while, is everything okay?" You asked, curious, the door then opened. ~ Revealing a very shirtless Oikawa, holding his jersey and looking at you with a smile. ~ You turned away quickly, covering your eyes. ~ "(n/n)-chan! I'm glad you're here! My jersey feels weird, can you check it for me?" He asked, handing you his jersey that, to you, was very noticeably not on his body. ~ Confused, you did as he asked, taking his jersey and feeling the fabric, "It feels fine, why do you ask?" ~ He smiled and sighed, "Guess I'm just not used to it, got it made special, its made of boyfriend material!" He said cheerfully as he pulled it over his head. ~ Already blushing at being so dumb as to fall for that, your blush got worse as he gave you a kiss on the cheek and waved. ~ "See ya (n/n)-chan!"

Kuroo Tetsuro:

Obviously Kuroo would use chemistry pick up lines! There is no way in hell he wouldn't! I also feel like he would have definitely looked up said chemistry lines! Bonus: He would get super nervous about using them.

~ Kuroo was sat in chemistry class, waiting anxiously for you to show up, you were his lab partner and he loved hanging out with you, so why was he so nervous about a dumb pick up line. ~ His team knew that he liked you so during a game of Truth Or Dare, he chose dare and was now being forced to either tell you he liked you, which he was definitely not ready for yet, or tell you a pick up line without messing up. ~ They never told him he had to say it! He had written it down, now he was just waiting for you to show up. ~ He was hoping to give it two you before class started, hoping you might say something to him about it, but you came in just as class started, he was going to have to do it during the lesson. ~ He slid the paper over to you, watching in nervous agony as you opened it: ~ Are you Fluorine, Iodine and Neon, cause you're F I Ne! ~ You covered your mouth in a giggle, but he could see a blush on your cheeks, you turned the paper over, wrote something down and slid it back to him. ~ Are you made up of Copper and Tellurium, cause you're Cu Te! ~ Dammit, now he was blushing!

Kita Shinsuke:

Kita is someone who knows what he's doing, similar to Daichi, he would say something super smooth after you've said something. Just adding his line to a sentence and chuckling as he leaves you with a bright red face!

~ Being manager of the Inarizaki boys volleyball team wasn't easy, you had Suna wanting to sleep or on his phone constantly, the twins arguing, Aran trying to ignore them all and the others not really helping either, a lot was on your shoulders. ~ Kita was usually really helpful but he never wanted to step on your toes, he would usually wait until you asked for help. ~ You looked over your clipboard, you were so busy with equipment, water, helping with practice and then the official matches, you realised there was something you'd forgotten. ~ "Ugh! I forgot to look for a new manager!" You shouted, sitting down on the sidelines, huffing. ~ "I'm such garbage!" You cried, burying your face in your hands. ~ Kita walked up to you, patting your head and leaving you a juice box, "As someone who cares about the environment, I'm obligated to pick you up." He told you. ~ You looked up at him, "Huh?" You asked, tilting your head. ~ "Is seven okay?" He asked, a small smirk on his face, before walking off. ~ You were now burying your face in your hands to cover a massive blush!

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

I feel like Ushijima wouldn't use pick up lines but even if he did, he would only use them because his team told him to! But I feel like you would be the one to use a line on him, he would wind up confused and naturally go to his team!

~ Ushiwaka was sat with his lunch, Hayashi rice, when you came up to him out of the blue. ~ "Hey Toshi! Can I take a picture of you to prove to the team that angels exist?" You asked innocently with a soft smile on your face. ~ Naturally, Ushiwaka was confused, he, of course, let you take a picture, you were the one asking, but he wasn't an angel, he was a human, a human male! ~ The next time you came up to him was at practice that evening. ~ "Toshi! Make sure you tie your shoelaces properly! I don't want you falling for anyone else!" You said with a wink, walking away to get the teams water ready for their first break. ~ Looking down at his shoelaces in confusion, why would he fall for someone, if he fell it wasn't on purpose… ~ He heard Tendou and Semi snickering in the corner of the gym, "What? What's so funny?" He asked, his regular monotone. ~ Tendou walked over to him and clapped a hand on his shoulder, "She likes you Ushiwaka! She's using something called, pick up lines!" ~ After a conversation about what pick up lines were and finishing practice, Ushiwaka came over to you, who was getting ready to leave. ~ "Hiya Toshi! Your hand looks heavy, you want me to hold it?" You asked with a sly smile. ~ "Yes, please." Ushiwaka said stoically, taking your hand in his.

Bokuto Kotaro:

Bokuto would give you the most adorable, sickly sweet pick up lines he could find, either online or from his friends. I feel like he would get too flustered or embarrassed using an overly sexual line, or anything remotely suggestive.

~ Bokuto had a massive crush on you, you were his first choice for manager, he even convinced everyone else on the team to bring you on as well! ~ This was the perfect opportunity to get close to you! ~ But it wasn't going to well… ~ Every time he tried to talk to you, but he wound up stumbling over his words and then you'd get called away, he'd wind up a little droopy. ~ He didn't give up though! He kept it going, he would work up the confidence and just say, hi! That was such an improvement. ~ By the end of the month, the two of you were having full blown conversations, so he thought he could slip in a pick up line that he had found online a while ago. ~ "You know, I thought diamonds were the prettiest thing in the world, until I met you!" He cheered, you were smiling at him and ready to respond, but he unfortunately got too nervous. ~ "What!? Yeah Akaashi I'll be right there!"

[revasserium]

Hi rain, how are you today? take care of yourself, okay. May i please request prompt 88 for kita? Hope you're doing good, and if you're okay with the request. Thank you, have a great sunmer! Xoxoxo

hq reqs are open u__u

88. This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you

kita; 1,857 words; fluff and that's it -- happy bday kita-san! <3 may your rice harvest be plentiful this year!

“what does ‘beauty’ mean to you?”

it’s a question you’ve pondered, your skin smudged dark with charcoal and lead, your fingertips always ash-bitten, but sparrow-quick and just as flighty. when your art teacher had posed the question to the entire class, you’d been taken by it, held still by the vastness and the implication.

the first time you see him, you see him in brushstroke and paint, and it’s hard not to, what with his hair the exact imitation of an ink-dipped brush. but you see him in still-life and in motion studies, in the hard marble of renaissance sculpture, in the soft effervescence of impressionist painters.

beautiful, is your first and only thought.

but you are of the quiet sort of artists, the ones who, like truly dedicated nature photographers, have mastered the art of camouflage so well that rare birds and animals will crawl right up to their cameras. you are an expert at blending in, whether it be into the back of a classroom or simply to a park bench along a busy stretch of road to watch the street vendors hawking their wares, the tourists with their wide eyes and wandering gazes, always so unsure, the parents and children and businessmen in their ill-fitted suits.

you are of the quiet sort, and you’re content being as you have always been. but quiet artist girls don’t usually suddenly manage to find the gusto to talk to the beautiful boy who also just so happens to be the captain of their nationally ranked volleyball team.

it’s just not the sort of thing that happens.

until… it does.

“ahh… a model?”

you nod, your eyes flickering passed kita’s expression of tempered confusion, your fingers worrying themselves in the hem of your skirt.

“y-yes… it’ll only be for about an hour or so — and it’s on a day when you don’t have practice —” you frown at a fraying thread in the corner of your uniform and resist the urge to tug it till it unspools across the bright, paneled wooden floors of the hallway, cast brilliant in reflections of afternoon light. like this, kita’s face is lit up from below, his skin inked in orange and yellows. like this, he is nothing short of incandescent.

“sure. it’s no trouble.”

you nearly slam yourself into a bow of thanks, promising that you’ll find some way to repay him for this, turning on your heels and nearly galloping to the empty classroom where you spend most of your afternoons, sketching for your portfolio.

you run so fast that you don’t see kita’s lips twitch into the beginnings of a smile.

you don’t see the dark amber of his eyes track your form all the way down the stretch of hallway, till you turn and are lost to his sight. you don’t see him standing there for a long moment after, listening to the echo of your footsteps as they ring against the walls.

he arrives at the after school art club a bit early, intent on doing his due diligence, and he’d taken care to shower early that morning, to make sure this uniform is pressed and neat and tucked in at all the right places. he arrives at the art class to find the room bustling with activity, and the history teacher smiling at him genially from the front of the classroom.

“ah — kita-san, welcome, welcome. and thank you again for agreeing to model for us today.”

kita drops into a short, sharp bow before his eyes slingshot to you, sitting behind an easel that’s easily almost as tall as you are standing up. you’re busy with your supplies, but there’s a practiced nature to your movement as you methodically pull out all your paints and brushes, your charcoals and inks. it reminds him of himself when he’s in his element, on the court, or collecting all the scattered balls from around the gym after a good, hard practice session, pushing the cart, dragging the long mop across the wax-wooden floors.

you pause and look up, your eyes meeting his, and immediately again you duck behind the large easel. kita bites down a smile, makes note of the tight, tingling feeling in his chest and reminds himself to address it later. he tucks the thought away as he turns back to the history teacher as he begins to explain the specifics of being model for a day.

you peer out from behind your easel as kita turns away, the weight of his eagle-eyed gaze no longer pressed to your skin — like a pair of sun-warmed stones, they sit round and smooth and right and you’d felt them flicker over the rest of you before coming back up to rest on your face.

class starts and for the first time in your life, you find yourself hesitant to put pencil to paper, to dip your brush in ink and watch the darkness seep into the waiting canvas. you stare at kita, who is standing with a hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting by his side, his face turned at a 45-degree angle, looking for all the world as if he were in engaged in a phantom conversation, listening intently.

“1-minute poses please,” the history teacher says and kita bobs his head in a brief nod as the timer starts.

and this time, you don’t miss it — the way his eyes swipe towards you, lingering, lingering, and then he’s gone again.

you suck in a breath and nearly upset a jar of black ink coughing as it catches in your chest. flushing deep and hot, you mutter a soft apology to the people sitting next to you as you begin to draw.

it is mixed medium, so you pick a few of your smudgiest charcoals and set to work, your arm lissome and fluid as you sketch out the contrasting lines of kita’s face, his arms, the bend of his calves, even within the loose-fitted slacks of the school uniform — you can see their strength.

another blush threatens to overwhelm your cheeks as you squint at the page, eyes flickering up at odd intervals. and once, twice, three times, you catch him staring straight back at you. the air between you fizzles with unspent static electricity and you can’t help wondering if it’s all in your mind.

but of course it is, you think to yourself as the first half of the drawing sessions draws to a close and everyone stretches sore arms and stiff legs in their seats, chair legs scraping against the classroom floor. you frown down at the mess of sketches peppering your sketchpad. it isn’t until you feel his presence next to you that you finally lift your head.

“you do beautiful work.”

you gulp, blinking up at him. his face is gilded gold from the setting sun and you feel your breath soften in your chest.

“it helps to have a beautiful subject.”

you want to swallow back the words almost the second you say them, but then kita is laughing, a light laugh, a warm happy laugh. and you look back up to find him smiling. it’s a brilliant, beautiful thing.

“well… thank you.”

the second half of the drawing session is a reclining pose, and you pick pastels for this, rendering him in soft colors and even softer lines. except for the deep amber of his eyes, the ink-dipped tips of his hair. time shifts itself around you and before you know it, the session is ending. and everyone is packing up to go.

you finish packing your art supplies to find kita by the door, his eyes downcast at his phone screen, but when he looks up to find you watching him, he offers you a smile, pushing himself up from the doorframe to the rapidly emptying classroom.

“th-thanks again for agreeing to this…” you say as you both head out into the darkening hallway.

“i had a good time,” he says, and you think this is the most you’ve ever heard him speak.

the quiet stretches, taffy thick between you as he walks you to the school gates and you turn towards him with another shy smile.

“maybe… you could do it again sometime?”

kita cocks his head.

“if it’s alright. i’d like to.”

you nod, pleasure twining up your chest till you can almost taste it on the tip of your tongue.

“i’ll talk to takigawa-sensei again and i’m sure he’d like to have you back just as much as i —” you cut off with a hiccup, realizing how much you’d said out loud and judging from the small grin tugging at kita’s lips, he’s not hard of hearing.

“ah… so you spoke to sensei first about me modeling?”

you have to physically fight the itch in your arms, to bury your face in your hands and perhaps press your back to the school’s red-brick wall and hope that it swallows you whole.

“i — well — he was asking if we knew any — anyone who’d be good and i — i immediately thought of you…”

“immediately, hm?”

there’s a soft iambic hum to his voice that washes shivers down the length of your back, like stepping into a hot shower after a day spent out in the cold.

“sorry… i should’ve asked you first but…”

kita shakes his head, brushing a strand of hair from his eyes before tucking his hands into his pockets.

“you live down that way, right?” he tips his chin in the direction of the street behind you.

nonplussed, you nod. he readjusts his school bag on his shoulders and starts to walk.

“c’mon. i’ll walk you home. it’ll be dark soon.”

you stare after him for a solid ten seconds before stumbling into a jog to catch up to him, chewing down a smile that breaks over your lips anyway.

“so,” he says, letting his eyes slip towards you for a second before he focuses back on the road, “when did you start drawing?”

“i… i’ve been drawing as long as i can remember… ever since i was old enough to hold a pencil…” you take a breath and kita waits. you breathe out and let yourself smile.

“i think i’ve just… always been attracted to beautiful things… and i want to take them and keep them for myself, y’know?”

kita nods, once more casting you a side-long glance, “yeah. i know the feeling. quite well, actually.”

he doesn’t tell you that like this, with your cheeks washed in a delicate blush, either from the cold or something else, your jacket pulled high over your untucked school uniform, your thick, thigh-high stockings offsetting well-shined shoes he thinks that you’re nothing short of beautiful.

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Kita Version ╝

Premise: The connection he had with his past made Kita want you more than any of the others. He wanted to be like his grandma and she had a human by her side, always. Looking for the village best interest he ends up finding the real meaning of true love.

Word Count: 3194

Chapter 2: Challenges

Finding a way to cancel an engagement promised by the former leader was as hectic as Kita imagined it would be.

There were more than words in such an agreement, blood magic being quite popular among foxes of old time.

Even if young lady Suna wasn’t interested in taking part in such endeavors, more than just the will of the ones involved in the pact was required.

Birds were sent out to different fox clans in search for help, yet nobody knew how to overwrite such a powerful magic, unless one of them died, they would still be bound to one another no matter what the answer they could find was.

Not ideal when he finally met someone he would actually want to spend the rest of his days with and that makes him want to put pups in said human every time she crosses his path.

Lady Suna was pretty much a baby sister to you, and he knew it. Anything that could cause her harm was not going to be a welcomed option, also, her being the only young female fox around, she was a very valuable asset to grow their numbers in the community.

He was barely sleeping lately, always nose deep in old texts and books of ancient magic, nowadays you were allowed to roam the castle on your own, Kita wanted you to feel at home and the servants all liked you, you were the only one around to show them respect and understanding, so you were currently looking for the two-toned hair handsome fox that was constantly in your head.

As you suspected, he was in the library instead of his own office, very much sleep deprived, a dark shadow extending throughout the span of his face, now past his eyelids.

“Kita-sama, when was the last time you had some sleep?” you caught him off guard, he didn’t feel you coming, a warm blanket being placed over his shoulders.

“(Y/N)…what brings you here? It’s already pretty late. Can’t sleep?” his hand reached for yours, gently pulling over to sit on his lap, between the desk and his strong chest. His face coming to nuzzle your back, relaxing in your presence.

This had become some sort of a routine for the two of you, sitting as close as possible to the other, keeping each other warm, snuggles and cuddles slowly being introduced as days went by. He felt such at ease with you around, it was amusing. His daily routine hadn’t changed since he was a young pup, he’s always done the same things every day, even as the leader now, he still keeps his room clean, takes care of the plants, cooks his own meals, adding you to his daily routine was easier than adding anything in the past, and was now his favorite part of the day.

“I was thinking you were probably still here, couldn’t fall asleep worried.” This brought a smile to his tired-looking face. The only person who’s ever worried about him on a personal level had been his grandma, he’s never been this intimate with anyone before, it felt a little weird at first, but now he craves your touch all day.

Your thumb was rubbing soothing circles on his arm as he buried his face on your hair, inhaling your scent. “I need to find a way to end that evil spell as soon as possible, we don’t know how much time you have left…there’s no time to sleep…”

“You need to sleep, or you’ll get sick. Come with me.” your soft tone of voice was so alluring, he couldn’t say no to you, even if he wanted to.

Your feet guided you both back to your quarters in silence. It was probably not within the definition of proper to be found holding hands and sneaking around the castle so late at night.

Your room was barely lit with an almost completely consumed candle, the moon being the best source of light at the moment.

Kita didn’t know what to think about your actions. It was clear to him now that you were crossing yet another line in whatever the relationship you two had now was, yet he wasn’t sure of how to react and what was expected of him.

Though the line you were about to cross wasn’t as wild and interesting as he had thought at first, you climbed into your futon, pulling him gently by his wrist for him to lay beside you. Your arms wrapping around him immediately, gathering him to your chest as you hummed a lullaby close to one of his fuzzy ears, making it twitch.

“Sleep…” you whispered sweet nothings over and over again, affirmations he needed to hear, words of encouragement, words of endearment, until all that could be heard in the room were the soft snores of the man sleeping soundly in your arms.

You couldn’t help but wonder if the warmth your chest radiated when he’s around and the cramping of your stomach every time your eyes meet was in some way related to the concept of love.

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The second challenge came around when the elders found out he was trying to break the engagement.

The head of the Suna clan had formally presented a complaint to the council, taking Kita by surprise. He was normally a very selfless gentle man, but loosing this engagement would jeopardize his little princess’s future, and that was a big concern, his paternal side would always shine when his children were in any sort of trouble.

What he didn’t understand was that his own daughter didn’t want this, but to him she was still too young to understand the implications of letting a man like Kita go, he was certain his daughter would eventually regret this and would have a difficult time finding a proper mate, especially with the low birthrate problem, choosing the right one was a top priority for the entire village.

“I will do what I think is right for everyone. You can’t expect us to make pups when there’s no attraction between us, she’s like a sister to me, I can’t possibly do such a thing. It was decided by others, and I had no saying in that back then, but now, now I do, and I will do what I can to see the end of this matter safely.” without uttering any other word, the leader left a devastated weeping father in the council room, the elders not being able to stop him any further than they had previously done.

Your condition was slowly worsening, sparse fevers here and there, nothing awful, but it terrified him.

Not only has he been researching ways to end the engagement spell, but he has also been investigating Inari and her blessing. There wasn’t much recorded in history, it was mostly all fairy tale material, ‘love conquests all’ kind of thing, yet there were no specifics on how he got it, was there any special quest? Did they have to go under some sort of ritual? Just what on earth did he have to do to have the blessing bestowed on his beloved before it was too late? It was driving him nuts and he didn’t know who to ask for guidance, everybody in the council was most definitely not on his side, he wished his grandma was still there, even if convincing her would be even harder, she always wanted what was best for him, and love is certainly what’s best for everyone.

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Challenges kept coming one after the other. Keeping the twins at bay had been one of the worst to deal with.

Atsumu found a way to sneak into your section of the castle, he still hadn’t been able to figure out how he does it, but he’s caught him twice in just one week having awful amounts of fun in your quarters.

The first time he found him there you were playing some card game, your giggles could be heard from everywhere in the garden. He was sure Atsumu kept purposefully losing just to make you laugh, what worried him most was the expression on the younger fox’s face, its never been this soft.

The second time, however, set his heart ablaze, his head was laying on your lap enjoying the morning sun while you patted his hair and told him a story. It all felt too intimate for his liking, he didn’t know what you thought of Atsumu, honestly, he thought the top pick was Osamu, knowing you have gotten this close to his counterpart over such a short period of time was concerning.

Though, Atsumu wasn’t the only issue.

Osamu kept requesting permission to visit you. Unlike Atsumu, he was doing things right, and normally he would be glad someone was following the rules, but since he came in straight from the front gate of the castle, everyone saw him and his constant interest display, causing the elders to push him as favorite for your hand.

As for Suna, he kept sending you gifts, to an annoying degree.

It started with him dropping by with some flowers, then he would send some sweets with one of his employees, then a little doll, clothing, books, letters, there wasn’t a single day someone from the Suna Inn didn’t stop by to deliver something for the beautiful human princess.

It took ungluing Atsumu from you, rejecting Osamu’s entry permit and closing the main gate to avoid any deliveries, for Kita to share a peaceful breakfast with you.

“Can you stop frowning? Your handsome face will get all wrinkly.” you chuckled, gently smoothing the angry lines off his forehead with one of your hands.

“It just pisses me off, why was he here again? Why are my guards not realizing someone’s been sneaking into the castle? He should be dead already…” his harsh words made you gasp in horror, you never thought of the consequences of somebody finding Atsumu sneaking around.

“Kita-sama,” your tone of voice was stern, a wave of worry hitting the leader straight on the face, “I do not appreciate you wanting my friends dead. He comes to keep me company because I’m always so bored. You have your responsibilities as the head of the village and I understand that, that’s why you don’t see me whining about it, so what’s so bad with sharing that time with a friend?”

“A friend? Is that what you think he is? He’s after your hand, (Y/N). Don’t you forget that.” his statement caused your cheeks to tint a tiny bit, seeing Atsumu in a different light now.

“Does it bother you that much?” you poked his cheek playfully, trying to get his mood to soften even if it was a just little.

“Of course, it does. Not even I get as much time with you, it’s unfair. I’ve been doing my best to not imprison every one of them. I don’t want the villagers to think I’m abusing my power.” his cute huffs made you giggle, pulling him closer to place a tender kiss on his cheek. “There’s no need to be jealous.”

“Does that mean you don’t like them?”

“I didn’t say that…” not even the kiss could help him keep his cool.

“See? I don’t know what else to do (Y/N). I want to spend more time with you, but I have to figure out how to undo the engagement and how to get you the blessing, how am I going to fight against all those good for nothings while also having to deal with the managing of the village?”

“I think you’re forgetting something…” his eyebrow twitched, waiting for you to elaborate further.

“The blessing, we know how to get it…wouldn’t spending your time with me be more beneficial in that sense…?” you were right, if true love was the main ingredient, dedicating his time to you could get you both somewhere.

“Is that what you want? Find the blessing with me? Or would you rather one of them find it for you?” his frown had returned, he’s never had much self-confidence, and that was on him, but he couldn’t avoid the acid in his stomach every time he closed his eyes and saw Atsumu’s dumb face smiling at you like a lovesick puppy.

“True love can’t be forced, Kita-sama. Rin said in one of his letters that I should share some time with each of you, that way I would have more chances of finding true love.” his face was turning red at this point, an incredible blood thirst bubbling in his chest.

“But I disagree.” Kita’s demeanor changed in a matter of seconds, his eyes never leaving yours, “I’ve been thinking about the meaning of true love. I’ve never been in love before, so I wouldn’t know for sure if things are how I see them or not, but every time I’m with you I feel different. Everything looks brighter, everything feels better, my mood improves, my days are better. I find myself thinking about you even when they are here with me, how I can’t wait for you to come and visit, wondering if you already had your meals, if you had some sleep the night before…I don't think I need to try to look for it someplace else, when I clearly already found someone who occupies all my thoughts.”

That was the last remaining drop of restraint he had left within his body, and it evaporated with your words. His lips were on yours in seconds, swallowing your surprised gasp. Your hands reached for his soft locks, threading them lovingly as he devoured your soul entirely. Little sounds of pleasure left the leader’s lips as he continued kissing you like the world was about to end, he just couldn’t stop, didn’t want to. You shuffled on your seat, trying to get into a more comfortable position without having to break the kiss. Feeling your needs with his own body, he pulled you over to his lap, the constraining fabric of your elaborate kimono getting on the way. He wanted to get rid of it, to have you straddling his lap, to devour you completely, right there. Apparently, the full moon was near, his hormones were getting the best of him.

The delicious whimper that left your lips as one of his hands squeezed your thigh over the delicate fabric made him snap out of the haze. You were out in the open, anyone could walk on you just there, he was the man in charge of the castle, this was not proper, not one bit. But you were so….ugh…he needed to do something about that stupid engagement right that moment so he could take you right there and now.

“Kita-sama…” the way his name fell from your lips was causing a hole in his stomach, the need to have you kept on growing each second. He could see the same need reflected in your glazed half lidded eyes, you wanted this as much as he did, but you couldn’t, not yet at least.

“I promise I’ll give you more of my time, just…don’t let them get to you…” smiling, you pecked his lips tenderly once more, “You’re the only one that can get to me.”

•───────•°•❀•°•───────•

He did fulfill his promise, spending most of his time with you regardless of what others said.

Atsumu came a few times and left right after he saw the man himself occupying his space beside you to much of his annoyance, even if respecting others wasn’t his strongest attribute, he was forced to back down, same as Osamu. Rin kept sending gifts as usual though, a tough opponent indeed.

But his afternoons were spent mostly in your quarters, instead of researching in his office or the library, he would bring the scrolls and books over to your room and read them while resting beside you or reading them while laying his head on your lap, your hand always threading his hair lovingly, helping him understand texts with other perspectives.

Since he always prepared his own meals, soon he started adding extra portions to share them with you, breakfast, lunch and dinner were spent together, enjoying the perfectly cooked treats he made for you with all his devotion.

As for the village rounds, you would walk together with him on most days, when the weather was good. The majority of the villagers getting attached to your sweet nature and encouraging the leader to seal the deal soon, to not let such a wonderful bride go away.

Overall, your days were filled with Kita Shinsuke, and you loved every second of them.

And so did he.

His mood had improved, even his ideas were now getting clearer and more frequent. He’s always wanted to help his village grow and improve, but always lacked on the confidence field. He thought the elders wouldn’t hear him out or that their ideas were better than his just because they were more experienced. But having you by besides him, made him see a side to him he didn’t know was there. He was born to be a leader, regardless of his soft nature. And he was ready to show the world what the leader of the all mighty fox village of the south was made of.

Blood magic can’t be undone, yet he got into an agreement with the Suna clan, their daughter would be taken in by the Kita family as intended, give her all the benefits and support that came with that, yet he would never lay a finger on her, and she was allowed to choose who she wanted to breed with.

A scandalous offer, some would say.

But one that was accepted, nonetheless.

To everyone, you were the leader’s woman and lady Suna, your baby sister.

His political stand had grown over the past year, all thanks to your support and encouragement, to your help studying texts and to your help with his daily tasks. He’s always done everything on his own, not accepting other’s help as that’s what his grandma taught him while growing up, but the kindness you showed him made him realize maybe there was another path he could take, one with less hatred and more understanding.

Maybe following that path full of love and prosperity would one day bring the very much needed blessing from their patron goddess.

Maybe one day, the meaning of true love will be as clear as water to the both of you.

The only thing that was completely certain was how you wanted to walk down that path just as much as he did.

Together, you could defeat anyone.

Together, you could find love in each other’s arms.

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[angelkiyo]

groomsmen! kita shinsuke x reader : falling behind

a/n: no warnings, just tooth rotting fluff and this being fairly short, enjoy !

growing up, kita shinsuke had never been one to consider love or romance. to him, falling in love and the idea of romance seemed far-fetched and didn’t seem to be in the cards for him. since childhood and middle school, he has perfected and articulated his schedule and routines to follow. because of these thought out patterns throughout the trajectory of his life, he gets to live life peacefully as a rice farmer and have his business booming. though nothing on his schedule had ever said about meeting a partner? so when his old friend, aran, was getting married and asked shinsuke who his date was, shinsuke couldn’t give him an answer.

aran was getting married, osamu and his girlfriend were expecting, and atsumu was going to propose to his fiancée after the paris olympics. what was shinsuke going to do?

“so you need a date to a wedding? which is when?” you took another sip of your tea as you eyed shinsuke. your grandmother has been friends with his since birth, leading for the two of you to be close. you went to a girls academy as he went to inarizaki, you played tennis while he had volleyball and you were a successful lawyer and had promised to help shinsuke if he was ever sued due to his rice business. you promised to help with anything in general. you two are best friends. apart from his grandma, you’re the person he’s closest with.

shinsuke took a bite out of his pastry, “next week.”

your face shifted into one of slight annoyance as you sipped your drink again, “shin, that’s so— why’d you ask me so last minute?”

the two of you were at a local cafe with the intention to catch up, where shinsuke’s date problem to the wedding was revealed. asking you to come with him was something he hadn’t thought of before meeting up. he hasn’t seen you in two years due to conflicting schedules and the fact that you spend a lot of time in tokyo, only going to hyōgo to visit sometimes. you’ve changed and he’s noticed. you look more mature.

shinsuke gave you a pleading look, “i mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, but i would really like you to.”

you pursed your lips and shrugged, “well i can’t just let you rent a girlfriend when you have me.” he smiled at you as you lightly laughed. he felt his chest tighten but brushed it off as heart burn.

———————-

the day of the wedding came faster than he had expected. you were going to meet him at the reception outside in the parking lot. he felt himself fiddle with his cuff links in anxiety. he could always rely on you, he just didn’t know why his hands felt so clammy and why his heartbeat was raising. though, when he saw you step out of your uber, he felt his heart in his stomach and his face soften as you scurried to him, giving him such a saccharine smile. he felt like that for the whole night, soaking up your presence as you hung around his arm. the way you were simply able to speak without overthinking your words and your wit, was refreshing. he enjoyed being there with you, he always has. he felt his senses go into hyperdrive as you were closer with him tonight.

with that said, when he saw you catch the flower bouquet from the bride and clearly look at him flustered afterward, noted by the groom and groomsmen, he felt his heart beating faster than ever. the sore sight of you under the wedding spotlight, shining on your beautiful figure and ethereal features, looking at him, made him feel like he was melting. it felt almost uncanny as when it was time for aran to throw the garter, shinsuke caught it. aran went to shinsuke and held him by the shoulder, “if that isn’t a sign, man, i don’t know what is.” he looked at you, laughing in embarrassment as he headed back to your table.

a sign?

you waved the bouquet at him and laughed, "look at our luck, shin!"

he felt blood rise in his cheeks as he chuckled, “yup!” he felt a stupid smile grow on his face as his face burned. he never felt this giddy? you’ve always been this way. you’ve always been so sweet. he just felt your entire presence hit him like a bullet train. he felt a tug at his suit jacket to see you standing up, motioning to the dance floor, “c’mon shin, i like this song.”

it was a type of bossa-nova song, he knew you loved the genre and took your hand. he saw atsumu, rintarō, and aran give him a thumbs up from his peripheral vision and snorted. as he danced with you amongst the crowd on the dance floor, he couldn’t help but still feel so nervous. the candle lit chandelier shining on your face showed your features in such a beautiful way, shinsuke didn’t know how to describe it. he’s known you for 26 years and this was the first time he really got to see you. it was stupid, really, that he hasn’t seen you like this before.

you leaned towards him and smiled, “im glad you asked me to go with you, shin. you look so handsome.” he saw your smile and felt his heartbeat accelerate. he’s surprised he hasn’t dropped dead from a heart attack yet, “you look so beautiful…”

you slapped his bicep as you laughed, “geez shin, you’ve never called me that before. you flatter me.” as the two of you swayed to the soft music, you just kissed him. it was more of a peck but enough to get shinsuke’s face red. the two of you widened your eyes at each other as you looked away, “im sorry, i just—“

“it’s fine.”

you looked at him again and smiled, “did i tell you that you looked really handsome tonight?”

he laughed and gave you a light spin. maybe romance was in the cards for him after all...

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: I have been really into dark romance and shit, ever since I got that TikTok recommendation. I hereby present yakuza!Shinsuke Kita x Reader. Part 1/2

‘Shit. Shit. Shit! I am late!’, you curse yourself as you almost bolt out of the train, as soon as it stops and its doors open.

You accidentally ran into a lot of people, shouting quick apologies over your shoulder, still running to your workplace.

Thank the heavens for your stamina.

Finally arriving at the Tokyo Ambulance Rescue Station, you quickly run inside and each of your coworkers stops what they are doing to look at you.

Huffing and almost wheezing like you’re having an asthma attack, you step inside and head to the female locker room without looking at any of your coworkers.

Already feeling disgusted by your sweaty state, you change into your paramedic uniform nonetheless. 

Now in fresh clothes, you trot your way to one of the ambulance vehicles, seeing your friend Makima checking the equipment in the backpacks and making sure everything is filled up. 

Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.

“Glad you decided to show up. Almost done.” Makima tells you in a deadly calm voice. Makima is one of those people who despise being late, whether it's herself or someone she is waiting on. She is only a few years older than you but still your superior. Great, this is just your first month after graduating but you were so tired last night that you forgot to put on your damn alarm for the next morning. 

Not that this is an excuse, but your showing up is all that matters right?

With shaking footsteps, you make your way into the vehicle and start apologizing in a rant.

“Makima I am so so sorry, I promise it will never happen again!”, you frantically explain yourself, still out of breath.

The long-haired redhead briefly looks at you before bursting out laughing and you don’t know if this makes you feel better or worse. 

Giggling, she closes up the i.v. medication backpack and storages it back underneath the cabinet of the bandages. 

“(Y/N) don’t worry about it really, shit happens to all of us. No one is perfect and everyone here at the station was late once. Even me.” Makima explains and you can feel yourself being able to breathe easier already.

Just when you were about to reply to her, your beeper went off with a loud annoying peeping voice.

You run to the rack, where your black jacket with your name and the words T.A.R.S. are stitched into, and hop into the passenger seat of the vehicle.

Reading the screen at the front, you groan at the message that the fire station has sent you.

‘PATIENT PROB OD, TROUBLE BREATHING, UNCONSCIOUS, UNRESPONSIVE ‘

It’s probably the troublesome homeless teenager Denji again. You have met Denji twice now. Once beaten up badly and lying knocked out cold in an alley where he was found by a couple of passengers. The other time you found him almost bleeding to death due to a deep stab wound in his thigh, which he explained he simply got mugged. 

Nonetheless, you press the buttons for the siren and the blue lights, while Makima steps on the gas to rush to the scene. 

The rush and adrenaline are running through your system, making your heart bounce in excitement. Saving lives in acute situations is your thing! It’s a working environment that always comes with new foreign things and patients. Each day is different, which is exactly what your brain needs. Even if you have to drive through the massive city of Tokyo, the different kinds of people and the stories you get to tell your parents sometimes, are worth their shocking and even disgusting expressions sometimes. 

Once you were called to a restaurant, in which a patient had an allergic reaction and went into a nonlethal anaphylactic shock. 

The patient told you that his date was so horrible, that he purposely ate onions, even though he is allergic to them. 

All just to get away from her.

Shaking your head, the logic of men never ceases to amaze you. 

Arriving at the scene, you see two people leaning over a young guy that is laying on the sidewalk. He is already turned to his side, making sure in case he needs to throw up, he doesn’t choke on his vomit. Mentally thanking these people for performing the stable lateral position on the unconscious boy.

You grab the mobile vital monitor and the backpack that includes material for giving an I.V. including meds and an infusion. 

Before Makima grabs the breathing and the medical suction pump, she turns off the siren but leaves the blue lights on. Pressing the lock on the car keys, the ambulance is securely locked. Unfortunately, people tend to break into ambulance vehicles and proceed to steal the medications.

Both women are rushing to the patient, quickly going through the ABCDE approach, and they manage to load him onto the stretcher after making sure he didn’t overdose. His heart is beating abnormally fast, his blood pressure is at 75/40 and when you shine a small flashlight to take a look at his eyes, his pupils are dilated.

There’s no doubt about it, that Denji got his hands on cocaine.

After giving him Adrenaline and Naloxone, his condition stabilises and Denji begins to stir.

Blinking his eyes open, a bright light immediately greets him and Denji swears he died. 

He feels incredibly nauseous and his head is spinning like he just went on countless rides on a spinning wheel. 

You hover over Denji’s pale figure, a vomiting bag already in your right hand. 

“Denji? Can you hear me?” You ask him in a concerned voice.

When Denji was about to answer, he rapidly sits up and snatches the bag out of your hand, and hurls right into it.

Rubbing his back in a comforting manner, you sit beside him on the stretcher.

Makima is giving a quick report to their station boss, before joining you in the vehicle.

The sight of Denji vomiting disgusts Makima, deciding to wait outside because she can’t stand the smell or sight of someone throwing up.

“Denji, I think we should really take you to the hospital, you’re only 16 years old, where did you even get this stuff?” You ask him in a worried voice.

“It’s none of your business, let me out! I need to go!” Denji snaps at you, beginning to stand up. 

You know you shouldn’t fight someone who just woke up from a drug rush, so you let him stand up.

Standing on wobbly legs, he places his hand against the vehicle wall to stabilize his balance.  

Breathing heavily out of his mouth, he was about to open the vehicle door when Makima already beat him to it.

Surprised that he is up, she moves to the side to let him step out of the vehicle.

Denji almost falls flat on his face and his pale face makes you even more worried about him. 

“Denji, are you sure you’re okay? Do you want us to call anyone?” 

“Stop acting like you fucking care about me. I am just a street rat. I don’t need your pity! Just leave me the fuck alone!” He angrily spits at you, like a moody teenager that got his phone taken away. 

Makima and you are watching him walk away, still unbalanced but both of you leave him be.

“You’re welcome by the way for not letting you die today!” Makima yells after him. Denji shows his middle finger up in response and continues to stomp away.

Sighing in defeat, Makima and you get back into the vehicle and you are making your way back to the station.

Giving the report that the patient refused to cooperate and come with you, you drive back.

The clock strikes 22:00 and Makima and you are finally free to change after the night shift has arrived. 

Farewelling Makima goodbye, you begin to walk to the train station.

Having your headphones in your ear, you scroll through your Spotify playlist and choose ‘Glitter and Gold’. 

You had a really busy day and barely had a chance to go to the bathroom. 

Entering the women’s restroom, you look up from your phone, and the sight before you freezes immediately.

Right in front of you stands a very tall guy with sandy-blonde hair, he has to be at least 6’1 and he is holding a lot of tissues against his arm, blood soaking each tissue.

The stranger holds a painful expression while putting pressure on his arm.

His muscled body is leaning against the sink, the blood on his upper arm dripping down right into it. 

Brown eyes rapidly look in your direction, his face shining with curiosity.

Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.

“Don’t scream, don't call for anyone. Just got a little scratch on my arm.” 

Blinking a few times at his wound, you slowly step towards him.

Your approach is making him tense, his non-injured arm moving to his side, where he holds a dagger in case you want to attack him.

“Your wound looks pretty bad. Don’t worry I am a paramedic, I can take care of that if you want to.”

The blonde-haired giant looks at you for a few seconds, making sure you’re not lying. 

After a few moments of tense silence, he nods unsurely.

Breathing out slowly, you awkwardly glance at the door and at him a few times. 

“Uhm. Just follow me then, I need to take a proper look at it. I have my materials at home so come home with me so I can patch you up properly.” You explain to him.

His eyes watch you carefully, hesitantly he nods and puts his maroon jacket back on.

“Do you have a belt or something on you?” You ask him as you both exit the public restroom. 

The tall stranger nods and takes off his belt to hand it to you.

Grasping the belt you begin to tie it around his arm, so the wound hopefully stops the bleeding until you both arrive at your place. 

Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.

As you both begin to enter the train, which is thankfully empty around this time on a weekday, you ask him what happened to his arm.

“Not that's yer business anyway, so I’d rather not say.” He avoids your curious look. 

“But that wound is pretty deep! You need to go to the hospital and get that stitched up probably.” You try to reason with him.

“I am serious. Drop it.” He snaps at you with an angry frown.

Accepting his request, you decide to drop it. 

With nervous hands, you glance down at the metro floor and wait in silence to arrive at your destination. 

Ten uncomfortable minutes later, you both arrive at the subway station that is close to your apartment.

Unlocking the door with your key, you enter inside and wait for him.

The blonde hesitates for a few seconds, glancing down the hallway nervously before deciding that you’re not a threat, and enters as well.

Gently closing the door, you urge him to follow you into your bathroom where your medical kit lies underneath the sink.

You direct him to sit on the edge of the bathtub and he complies without question.

“I need to see your wound properly in order to clean it up.” You tell him while putting on medical gloves and setting the necessary materials like the stitching materials, disinfectant wipes, and fluid, and scissors. 

He winces while rolling up his sleeve to present you with his injury. 

You start by taking a wet washcloth and gently dabbing it around the area, quietly apologizing whenever he hisses and flinches away from the touch.

As you are now able to see the injury better, you see that it’s actually a bullet wound, hence the bleeding was so heavy.

Shocked that he has this kind of injury, you remember that he doesn’t want to talk about how he got it. 

“Lift your arm please, I need to know if the bullet is still in the muscle tissue.“

He gives you an incredulous look since lifting his arm would only worsen his pain. Nonetheless, he complies.

Quickly looking around his arm you don’t see an exit wound, closing your eyes in pity for the stranger, you know what you are going to say next, definitely won’t be easy.

“Let me guess. That thing is still in there.” He looks to the ceiling of your bathroom with a tight smile.

“U-Uhm yes. I told you to go to a hospital. It needs to be surgically removed. I really recommend it Mr….”, you drift off as you don’t recall knowing his name.

He looks at you and realizes he’s never introduced himself to you properly. 

“Name’s Atsumu Miya, ya can call me Atsumu.” 

Later on, Atsumu enters the familiar door of the headquarters of the ‘Fox Den’ and lets out a heavy sigh.

The pent-up frustration from the fight with Karasuno, the pain, and the treatment that he had to bite through with you is making his body insanely tired from exhaustion. 

Nonetheless, he needs to give a report to his boss, the leader of the Inarizaki gang of Hyogo. 

Atsumu walks down the hallway that has multiple doors connected to it and since it’s awfully quiet, Atsumu guesses that most members are either asleep or away on missions.

Entering the lift at the end of the hallway, he presses the ‘5’ button for the conference rooms and where also the office of his boss. 

Swinging back and forth on his heels, Atsumu waits until the elevator stops and continues his path to the room of the leader of Inarizaki.

Once he arrives at his destination, he knocks first, before entering.

“Hey Kita, 'm back from the mission." The blonde says when he steps into the office.

A man who has silver hair with black tips in it, is sitting at the desk and he briefly looks up from his laptop with a stoic face, before looking down again, continuing to type something down. 

Ignoring the warm greeting of his boss, Atsumu plops down on one of the chairs in front of the desk and puts his arms behind his head to stretch.

Unfortunately, he completely forgot about the injury on his arm, immediately putting the injured arm down again with a winced hiss. 

The head of the gang looks at his trusted friend before a slight frown of concern decorates his face. 

“What happened?“ he asks in a calm voice.

“Oh, you know the usual. Just some fuckers from Karasuno in our territory and one of them fucking shot me.“ Atsumu explains while gently rubbing over his arm, feeling the wrapped bandage from you underneath his jacket. 

His frown deepens at the mention of their rival gang, the Karasuno crows, but listens quietly. 

“Do you need medical attention? Do you want me to send Ginjima or Riseki up?“ He continues to question him.

“Nah, I am good Kita. Got stitched up by this cute girl that I met while I was bleedin‘ out like a pig in a women’s restroom by the train station.“ Atsumu pulls his sleeve to reveal the bandage.

Kita glances at the bandage on his friend‘s arm, a mix between concern and anger but also suspicion haunts his face. 

He slowly gets up from his chair and rounds his table with slow steps, making his way toward the older twin.

The injured man looks at him with curious eyes while raising his eyebrow in confusion.

The silver-haired man stares at one of his most trusted right-hand man with a neutral expression and puts his arms behind his back.

“Tell me more about this mysterious medic girl.“ He demands.

Atsumu grins mischievously at his boss and begins to tell him about his fight to the encounter of meeting you. 

Yawning, you stretched out your exhausted limbs and climbed into your comforting blue soft blankets. The feeling of your head hitting the cushy pillow makes you sigh in bliss. It was a long day, first the rowdy patients, then getting vomited on by a drunk homeless person that almost overdosed, and then there was the injured blonde-haired stranger you met tonight. You’re not going to lie, it was a whole mountain of stupid to just invite a stranger over to your apartment. Anxiously, you remember, that he mentioned he didn’t want to go to the hospital to get patched up because he needs to stay anonymous. 

The only question is…

Why does he need to do that?

Your thoughts are interrupted when your phone vibrates with a message. You curiously pick it up to see what the notification is. 

Eyes widening in shock and also a concern, you glance at your screen.

Unknown number

‘Thank you for taking care of my friend. I would like to repay you some time for your kind service’

[sirhamburrger]

the treasury's romance roulette... (borders by @cafekitsune) every so often, the u.s. department of treasury hosts a game of romance roulette, and you're just in luck - the next one commences very, very soon...

7/7 results received (as of nov 25). players are: @stellar-headquarters, @van1shiro, and 5 anonymous.

table of contents:

1: sleeves (tsukishima x gn!reader) (for @stellar-headquarters) 2: windows to your heart (akaashi x gn!reader) (for anonymous)

how is the game played?

in each round, players spin two wheels to determine the outcome

the first wheel determines your partner (see below for full list)

the second wheel determines what your interaction with them might look like

afterwards, they will write their results down and post them, anonymously or non-anonymously, to the treasury office.

(actually, players have been historically known to rig the game in their favour, and the treasury... doesn't really mind anymore. go ahead and play however you so desire!)

what are the hard rules, then?

only one submission per player (even the anonymous ones). only the first seven requests will be answered

top five characters, in order of choice, must be clearly stated, as must prompts, along with any additional specifications (fluff/angst/crack, gn!reader/fem!reader, 2nd/3rd person, character/reader pov, pre-/post-timeskip). nsfw requests will NOT be entertained

all results must be submitted before the deadline, november twenty-fifth, midnight est

what about the results? results will be progressively released starting from december first. all seven will be out by the end of the year latest (december thirty-first). they will be between 700 - 900 words (±100 words)

may the odds be ever in your favour.

list of potential partners (please select at least five and list in choice order):

shoyo hinata

tobio kageyama

kei tsukishima

daichi sawamura

tooru oikawa

hajime iwaizumi

issei matsukawa

wakatoshi ushijima

satori tendou

atsumu miya

osamu miya

rintaro suna

shinsuke kita

kotaro bokuto

keiji akaashi

tetsuro kuroo

kenma kozume

morisuke yaku

kiyoomi sakusa

shugo meian

haikyuu masterlist || general masterlist

© sirhamburrger 2024

[sunatoru]

under the gentle daylight.

⇒ various x fem!reader (coming eventually!!)

hello ! i’ve decided to write some fics based off of a few romance animes. some of them may take a little longer based on my recollection of the anime, but also !!! all of these are kinda loosely based off of the source material anyways.

a/n: if you want to be part of the taglist for this please let me know !!

this is the masterlist :

loving kageyama at lvl 999.

⇒ kageyama tobio x fem!reader (yamada-kun to lvl999!au)

synopsis : after an awful break up, you’re determined to prove to your ex that you’re better off without him… with the help of the handsome man in your (in-game) guild!

progress : currently in planning stages !

i’m an anti-romantic.

⇒ sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (romantic killer!au)

synopsis : after the hottest guy on campus is left with a damaged apartment, you’re forced into close proximity with him. unfortunate circumstances lead to a strange romance between you two.

progress : currently being brainstormed !

from me, to you.

⇒ kita shinsuke x fem!reader (kimi ni todoke!au)

synopsis : soft and sweet, kita shinsuke is everything you admire. unfortunately for you, you’re the most feared person in your school.

progress : currently being drafted !

in my memory, it was our room.

⇒ oikawa tooru x fem!reader (horimiya!au)

synopsis : returning your brother to you, oikawa tooru caught your eyes as you began to realise just how charming he was under the scruffy hair and glasses.

progress : currently exists in my head !

atsumu does not dream of bunny girls!

⇒ miya atsumu x fem!reader (rascal does not dream of bunny girl senpai! au)

synopsis : atsumu is sure he’s not dreaming when he sees you, dressed in a bunny girl outfit in the middle of his college library. he makes it his goal to bring you back into existence.

progress : no progress yet !

[astrialuvs]

"Boquets of Fate"

➻ SYNOPSIS : In the quaint neighborhood, you and Kita Shinsuke's lives intersected through a charming flower shop. The mysterious aura around Kita intrigued you, prompting you to brighten his days with small gestures. Amidst the blossoming flowers, a love story sprouted, ready to bloom in the seasons ahead.

➻ PAIRING : kita shinsuke x reader

➻ GENRE : childhood days, fluff, romance

➻ CONTENT WARNING :

➻ WORD COUNT : 867 words

"Someone is looking at you, Shin-chan."

The words of Kita's grandmother echoed in his young mind like a gentle reminder. He had no idea what those words meant, but little did he know that those words would change his perspective in life, leading him to a destiny entwined with someone he had yet to meet.

One day, as Kita and his grandmother strolled through the neighborhood, they came across a newly opened, charming flower shop. The owners, a woman in her late twenties and a child around Kita's age. The two adults exchanged greetings. Later on, Kita's grandmother decided to order a bouquet of flowers. Your mother then went to her workspace to make a personalized boquet.

Your mother is a very skilled florist—someone you aspire to be one day. So every day, you would watch her assemble various vibrant bouquets of flowers with an array of colors, enthralling the senses with their exquisite beauty. Somehow you try to assemble like she does, your fingers gracefully dancing among the petals and ribbons like a natural talent.

During their conversation, your eyes carefully watch Kita Shinsuke. Throughout their stay in the shop so far, you have noticed how rarely he smiles. This piqued your interest. You thought that he was sad. So to cheer him up, you thought of creating him a bouquet too.

Your life took on a new rhythm after that. Passing by Kita's house became a habit—a harmless attempt to catch a glimpse of the elusive smile you had yet to see. You sometimes leave a small bouquet in front of their door. Year after year, you stuck to your routine, finding solace in the thought of making even the smallest difference in his life.

The flower shop became your domain over time, having been passed down from your mother. And then fate stepped in once more. An order came in for a bouquet that looked exactly like one your mother had made for Kita's grandmother years ago. Nonetheless, the connection remained buried in the depths of your memory.

With the bouquet in hand, you set out on your last delivery for the day, completely unaware of the fateful twists that lay ahead of you. The familiarity of the setting struck you as you arrived at Kita's house, and memories resurfaced. It was the same house where you'd always leave a bouquet for Kita.

Kita, who had returned from his farm, greeted you warmly, his eyes filled with a familiarity that had grown over the years. He'd missed seeing you because he'd been preoccupied with his work. Though when he was in high school, he would sometimes catch you roaming nearby their house. Of course, he doesn't mind. It was you, after all.

As you handed over your delivery, Kita's grandmother came out and offered you some lunch. As much as you declined their invitation, your heart melted when Kita personally invited you. The bond between you grew stronger as you shared a meal at his grandmother's (and his) invitation.

As night fell, Kita led you out of the house, holding a single flower—your favorite flower—a symbol of his secret feelings towards you. Kita indirectly confessed his feelings, straightforward and sincere, as she prepared to ride away on your bike. The confession felt a little cold and fast, but you were sure to catch on to it. Loud and clear.

You were taken aback, your heart racing as you struggled to find words. In a state of confusion and astonishment, you stammered out a simple "okay" and pedaled away. Kita watched you disappear from his sight, his heart filled with compassion.

That night, you couldn't shake the weight of your actions, your manners slipping in the rush of emotions. The next day, you went to Kita's house to apologize, only to find him getting ready to leave for his farm. You were having an internal crisis about whether to approach him or not, but he beat you as he saw you from the corner of his eye.

"Y/n," he called, making your heart skip millions of beats.

Awkwardly walking towards him. With a cold hand, you admitted your own feelings in that moment, guided by honesty.

"Firstly, good morning to you. Secondly, I'm sorry for how I acted last night," you paused from his gaze.

"You know, I ran after y-you confessed, and…"

He nodded. Urging you to continue. "I also liked you. For a very long time." You sighed in relief after feeling like you'd stopped breathing.

He chuckled at your behaviour, something you didn't expect.

'I only asked for a smile, but I was able to hear his laugh too?' A sense of romantic feeling filled your system. As you turned back to him, the sincerity in his eyes mirrored your own, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause, allowing the weight of shared sentiments to settle between you.

The flowers that had connected their lives bloomed brighter than ever as their feelings converged and their hearts opened. Their destinies intertwined in a love that had been blooming for years, ready to flourish in the seasons to come, against the backdrop of Kita's farm, under the watchful gaze of the universe.

[kodzukenmaaa]

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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Kita Shinsuke X Reader

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ genre: romance, drama, comedy, josei.

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: slightly neglected child, coarse of words.

𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 a wealthy girl from all the way Tokyo ends up passing out in front of the Kita household, the house of Inarizaki male volleyball Captain. Kita Shinsuke.

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               ┊ii.   two

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OBEY ME MASTERLIST

MHA MASTERLIST

Green Text: Haiykuu!

Blue Text: Attack On Titan

Red Text: Jujustu Kaisen

~Kenma Kozume~

Cookies

Relationship Headcannons

Kenma Simps & Kinnies Playlist

Kenma Late Night Playlist

Kenma Late Night Headcannons

~Yu Nishinoya~

Random Relationship Headcannons

Nishinoya Simps & Kinnies Playlist

~Kita Shinsuke~

Random Relationship Headcannons

Kita Simps & Kinnies Playlist

~Kuroo Tetsuro~

Innuendo

~Tobio Kageyama~

Cuddling Relationship Headcannons

Cuddling Playlist

Kageyama Simps & Kinnies Playlist

Random Relationship Headcannons

~Levi Ackerman~

Soft Morning Headcannons

Sacrifice

Crush Headcannons

~Toji Fushiguro~

Toji Playlist For Simps & Kinnies

DILF Toji Drabble

Random Toji Drabble

~Nanami Kento~

Forgotten

Christmas Headcannons

~Geto Suguru~

Serial Killer Geto Drabble

Suguru Geto Playlist For Simps & Kinnies

~Gojo Satoru~

Gojo Playlist For Simps & Kinnies

~Sukuna~

Rockstar Headcannons

Sukuna Playlist For Simps & Kinnies

~Misc. (Things With Too Many Characters or too few works)~

Gen Relationship Kiyoko & Yachi Headcannons

Characters As Different Romance Tropes

Geto + Gojo x Reader Drabble

Sacrifice

Hinata Shoyo Playlist For Simps & Kinnies

Siren

[wordsofelie]

Chapter 1

🔥Phoenix and Ashes

Suna Rintarou x f!reader

Summary: “It’s funny how nobody believed that we could make it work.” - “Well-maybe they were right.”

Meeting Suna Rintarou wasn’t part of your plan. Dating him, either. Getting your heart smashed into the palms of his hand, even less.

Content Warnings: High School Setting, Fluff, Mention of an Original Character

Words count: 2.5k

- chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8 - chapter 9

When you met Suna Rintarou, you did not pay attention to him.

It is during the entrance ceremony of the first years at Inarizaki High. Springs in Hyogo are known to be magnificent. You like flowers, and the cherry blossoms outside the school gate catch your attention. The colours of the petals are a subtle shade between white and pink. As you step back to admire them, you accidentally bump into him. You apologize, but he simply brushes it off. "Just a polite guy," you think dismissively.

You start hanging out with one Chihara Umi. At first, you find the girl way too energetic and enthusiastic for your taste. But she is your seatmate after all, so why not get along? (And a little shot of sunlight never hurts anyone). So you become a duo, as your classmates like to call you. One day, Umi drags you to the volleyball gymnasium. Not wanting to interrupt the practice you wait outside (and to be fully honest, you do not really care about teenage boys smashing blue and yellow balls).

That's when Suna walks past you and greets you with a simple "hi." You respond automatically while listening to Umi grumble about how Atsumu (the blond twin, you suppose) needs to return her English textbook.

"Samu has it, it's not my fault! Stop yellin’!"

"Oi! Why are ya blamin’ me, ya bastard?" (Osamu - the one with grey hair).

You sneak a quick glance at Suna. It’s good you have a perfect vision because if not, you wouldn’t have seen that faint smirk on his lips. That makes you want to smile too; the brothers' interactions are indeed entertaining to watch.

“The Miya brothers are my neighbours,” Umi explains to you after that. “They can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially Atsumu.”

You aren’t interested in romance, but you surely see the pink blush on your friend’s cheeks.

“Suna-kun greeted you earlier, right? Do you know him?”

“Nah, not really. I bumped into him at the entrance ceremony. That’s it.”

“That could be the start of a cute romance movie.”

You cringe at the thought; you never like those kinds of stories.

Apparently, being neighbours with the Miyas comes with the great responsibility of attending every single one of their matches. “It’s just a practice match, Umi. Do I really need to come with you?” “Yes, you know if we don’t come Atsumu will be upset again.” (A pain in the ass, really?)

That’s how you get used to spending your Saturday afternoons at Inarizaki’s gym (as if going to school five days out of seven isn’t already enough). You usually take your notebooks with you and work on your assignments. At least it is a bit (or a lot) more lively than your bedroom.

You and Suna exchange greetings, but your conversations do not go any further.

As you get to know the rest of the volleyball team, you still don't pay much attention to him. Sure, he is handsome (but so is Miya Atsumu), and smart (but not as much as Kita Shinsuke), and even strong (though Ojiro Aran is stronger). To you, he is just an ordinary guy - nothing more. But the thing is, so are you. You have grown up in a typical middle-class family in Amagasaki, in a not-so-big though not-too-little house, you are an only child. You never lacked anything; your parents are fair with you. Not showing too much affection, but not neglecting you either. Your grades aren’t the greatest, but they aren’t too bad. There is nothing you are passionate about, and you are fine with it.

So when you met him, you thought that perhaps, he is just like you. Normal. Average. Unremarkable.

But the weeks pass and Suna Rintarou appears in all places - a shared table during lunchtime, the library where you study, and even the local cafe you frequent. Each time, his presence seems almost deliberate, as if he is seeking you out without ever saying a word (deep down, you wish it was deliberate).

And as the volleyball season progresses, you can't ignore Suna Rintarou's presence on the court anymore. His precise blocks command attention, drawing your gaze whenever he is in action. Slowly, you begin to notice the subtle nuances of his movements.

“Suna-san's floating serve has gotten better these days.”

“Has it?” Umi frowns her eyebrows to concentrate on the middle blocker, “I haven’t realised. Atsumu’s set is still too fast though, I told him he needs to work on his timing but he doesn’t listen to me.”

You find yourself watching him during practices and games. And one day, during a practice match against a formidable opponent, you see him unleash a new move that leaves everyone, including their coach, in awe. It is then that you realise there is nothing average about Suna Rintarou; he is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. He has become remarkable.

You congratulate him after the match, and he thanks you. The conversation could stop here - it usually does, but he mentions your good rankings during the last midterms. “It was nothing,” you respond. “Being in the top 15 is nothing?”

You want to add that it is the minimal requirement your parents have asked of you, but you do not.

“What about you, Suna-san? Were the midterms okay?”

“Ew, mostly yes, but I failed bio.”

“I can help you if you want.” you propose genuinely. You do not dislike the idea of spending more time with him.

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s fine, I wouldn’t ask if it was a burden.”

And so you exchange numbers.

It is just a number, but when you come home, you can’t take your eyes off it. Suna Rintarou. Such a pretty name, you think.

You start texting regularly. Your conversations are mainly about school at first, but then he starts sending pictures of the twins. Slowly you discover many sides of him.

Suna is funny. By messages, he has that talent for making you laugh with just a few words. “Did you really say that to that girl?” you don’t believe him when he tells you one of the many punchlines he has given to a twins’ secret admirer who had asked him to deliver some letters to them.

“I sure did.”

“That’s pretty harsh, Suna-san.”

“But that was funny. I know you want to laugh rn.”

You prefer not to answer to that because you have to either lie to him (and you are a very bad liar) or you would have to admit that it is indeed funny and Suna wouldn’t stop bragging about how easy it is to amuse you.

You also enjoy reading his texts about one of the many plans he and Osamu have put in place to prank Atsumu. The two of them form a rather chaotic and creative duo, you think.

But he is also serious. For school as well as for volleyball. He does not seem like it, but when you sit next to him at the library and revise the mistakes he has made in his last physics test, he listens to you with some attention (one you have never received before, ever). You notice how his lips are pursed and how his eyebrow furrows - as if it helps him focus. When something does not make sense to him, he looks at you in confusion. In those moments, you think he looks like a child and you enjoy that naivety coming from him - who is usually so composed. You secretly hope you are the only one to know ‘confused Suna’ because you find it too cute to share. His notes are clean and his handwriting neat. So you conclude that this not-so-caring about his grades guy actually cares about school.

When it comes to volleyball, there are two sides of him. One that executes his coach’s orders without much desire (compared to Atsumu and Osamu at least). And the other one who gives his best every time one Kita Shinsuke (captain-to-be, you hope) observes him. Suna never gives any importance to the traditional respect for his senpai, they are just upper classmates, no need to be formal, but you can’t help but notice how that does not apply to Kita. The latter appears to you as a blunt, almost cold boy who is nothing like a regular teenager. But somehow he has that incredible influence over his teammates that never fails to make them improve - as athletes as well as human beings. And so when Suna gets better (which he does amazingly, you think), the way his emerald eyes search for Kita’s validation and find a certain relief - or pride - when the older one nods in return, always manages to make you smile.

And he can be quite a flirt (even though it takes you way too long to realise that because why would Suna Rintarou flirt with you? You ask yourself). A succession of messages leads him to ask you on a date on a random afternoon and you agree to it.

”It’s not a date and don’t be so loud!” you have to argue with Umi when she almost spills her orange juice at your face in the middle of the hallway when you announce you can’t accompany her to the theatre on this Saturday because you have promised Suna that you will go to the planetarium with him.

“Oh c’mon, just the two of you? At a planetarium? This is how every love story starts, dummy.”

You try to make a face of disgust (hoping this will hide your joy). “He has a physics test next week, that’s probably why he wants to go there. Don’t make a big deal of it. And you’re so obsessed with love stories, this is almost worrying.”

“I’m not obsessed.” She tries to fight back. “Anyway, I can’t believe you’re betraying our rituals for some dude. What am I going to do without you?”

“Go with Atsumu.”

She clicks her tongue. “As if he had enough concentration to watch a two-hour-long movie. You know what?” Her eyes immediately start to shine and you know she’s about to mention her infamous neighbour, “Yesterday I tried to help him with his maths assignment. Actually, I told him about you and Suna-kun meeting every Wednesday to study and thought why not do that too? But gods have mercy, that stupid airhead wouldn’t let me explain one concept without comparing everything to volleyball or looking at his phone. Argh.”

You smile at that and think she is going for another long monologue about how Atsumu’s gets on her nerves but can also have a sweet side and so on and so on - which you love if you have to be honest because that is how your best friend is; passionate, whole, full of life (the complete opposite of you). But instead, she puts both hands on your shoulders and makes you face her.

“Sorry, we were talking about your date with Suna-kun.”

“It’s not-it’s not a date.” You have almost forgotten about that and the mention of the “d word” is enough to make your corporal temperature increase which manifestes in the sudden redness of your ears and cheeks (and probably your whole face).

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” Atsumu asks, appearing from behind you alongside Gin. You scan the surroundings with eagerness, making sure the subject of your conversation isn’t around. It doesn’t take you long to realise you’re in safe territory, Suna was easy to spot (at least to you). You would recognise him in any crowd, any storm. You would feel him miles away even separated by seas and continents. You would see him coming like spring comes after winter making snow melts and flowers bloom on his path.

“None of your business Tsumu.” Umi answers with much confidence which makes the boy smirk in return.

“What are you doing this Saturday?”

Atsumu’s is left in a state of bewilderment. You two never talked much, he even wonders if he knows the sound of your voice, so you asking him such a question almost seems like a trap. But his condescending self comes back pretty fast.

“You askin’ me on a date?”

You sneer and turn to Umi, “he really is full of himself.”

“Is that whatcha sayin’ about me Umi?” his voice reaches a high-pitched sound that makes you want to burst into laughter. How can the talented first-year-setter of the Inarizaki volleyball team get offended by such a comment?

“She’s obviously not asking you on a date stupid Tsumu, she wouldn’t lower her standards this much to start with.” Atsumu is about to respond but Umi doesn’t let him, “she just happens to be hm- busy this weekend.” With your best friend, she wants to add, but that would make you furious and the girl hasn’t planned to die so young. “And I don’t have anyone else to go to the cinema with so, maybe, you can come. But that’s for your own sake ‘cause you sure lack some cinematographical knowledge.”

“And you sure lack friends, smartass.”

Ginjima, who you just realise is still there, giggles. You want to interfere and pull the dyed-blonde hair of his and make him apologize, but you’re not the violent kind and Umi is usually smarter than you when it comes to teasing. But to your surprise, your friend is at loss for words and is unable to come up with a full sentence, “I-what-You…”

“Will it be the romance auteur film that you like so much?”

“Yes, but forget it, I will go on my-”

Umi is about to leave, you think you catch her eyes getting wet but Atsumu grabs her wrist. The resentment you’re starting to feel for that guy is growing even stronger with each second passing.

“I’m coming. What time?”

Umi’s gaze hardens and she lets go of his grip. “Stop making fun of me.”

The conversation is shortened by her leaving and you’re instinctively about to follow her but the setter calls your name.

“I wasn’t makin’ fun of her.”

You only know Miya Atsumu through Umi’s tales and Suna’s daily pictures. You’ve seen him play from afar but he was always at an arm’s length from you. And that first - and very quick - interaction with him did not make you want to know more. However, there’s a softness in his eyes. Guilt? Concern, perhaps? - you were never really good at guessing people’s feelings - that makes you want to take his side. So you sigh and decide to trust him.

“The film starts at 11 a.m. Saturday. Don’t be late.”

You think you hear him say thank you but you’re already gone to look for your friend.

Once you find Umi, on a bench, somewhere close to the baseball field - the two of you usually have lunch there - you’re not sure how to initiate the conversation. But you don’t even have the time to open your mouth, your friend pulls the rug out from under you.

“He’s always like that. Don’t mind him.”

She has always been better with words than you.

“Are you okay?”

You see her dry a tear from her eye in a quick move, almost ashamed of it.

“Totally okay.” She turns to you and smiles. You know that smile, it is not the one you like so much, full of light as if made by the sun itself. Your worried expression makes her take your hands in hers.

“One hundred per cent okay. No. Two thousand power squared seventy million per cent okay.”

The last comment makes you chuckle softly and you lean into her touch, “You’re such a math nerd.”

“And you’re such a physics nerd, going to the planetarium for your first-ever date.”

“It’s not a date.” You both say in unison - you, convinced, her, wryly.

You decide not to argue more with Chihara Umi, for you are no match to her stubbornness. You both watch the baseball team get the field prepared for their practice. It’s almost past sundown and you find a certain beauty in the brightness of the orange sky. You think it looks like it’s burning. And so is your heart. Slowly. But fiercly. At that time, you weren’t sure how to name this feeling, but one thing is obvious, as you watch the sun starting a fire to let the moon shine, you are thinking about him.

Suna Rintarou.

The unremarkable, average boy who turned out to be anything but that.

And it seems your friend is also thinking about him as she takes you right out of your thoughts by abruptly asking: “So, what are you going to wear for your date?”

author notes: hey! please feel free to tell me what you think :) this story will contain around 9 chapters and I’ll try to upload a new chapter very friday! lots of love

Elie

[snowdropluck204]

How You Two Sleep - Haikyuu

PART 1 - Captains

Daichi Sawamura:

Daichi has always been busy, both as captain of his team and again when he became a police officer, so when he comes home to you, he is relieved when he gets to cuddle up with you and finally get some rest!

~ Coming in through the door, Daichi let out a sigh, a mixture of relief and exhaustion. ~ He smiled at you, looking comfortable and downright cute in pyjamas and sleeping happily wrapped up in the covers. ~ After a quick shower, he too changed out of his uniform and jumped into bed with you. ~ Like you had sensed it, you turned in bed to face him, burying your face in his chest, Daichi wrapping his arms around you instantly. ~ Daichi always felt the most comfortable when you were safe in his arms, preferring that to any other position, he didn't mind too much when his arm went dead or that sometimes you got extremely warm, he was always the most secure with you wrapped up cosy in his arms.

Kuroo Tetsuro:

I feel like Tetsuro has a lot of pressure on him, trying to maintain his team, as well as his grades and then of course, keeping Kenma healthy, so he deserves the comfort having someone to come home to and snuggle with.

~ Tetsuro goes to your house on Friday after practice, preferring to stay with you and your family over the weekend rather than his own. ~ He adores you and loves your family, so when he gets their a little after seven on the Friday, he couldn't help but relax his muscles when he smelled dinner being cooked, finding you standing over the stove. ~ He said hello to your family, letting them know he was home, before coming up behind you, hugging you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, immediately calm. ~ Once dinner was done, the two of you watched some movies with your family before heading up to bed, your parents trusted Tetsuro to sleep in your room and actually sleep. ~ Settling into bed, Tetsu got into the perfect position, his sleeping position developed over months of being with you. ~ You had gotten comfortable on your back, Tetsuro sinking serene on top of you, his head on your chest and his hands slightly under your shirt and rested on your hips. ~ Tetsu fell asleep in the span of half an hour, breathing a sigh of relief knowing this was just the start of a peaceful weekend.

Oikawa Tooru:

I can't see Tooru being happy with one comfortable sleeping position, he'd be happy with many but would be ecstatic with all of them! This is Oikawa Tooru! He isn't happy with just one way of loving on you!

~ When Tooru was sick of studying, he was cuddling your waist with his head on your lap. ~ When he was taking a break from practice, he had a hand on your hip, pulling you into his side. ~ When you were sleeping, he didn't really prefer one way of cuddling over another, it sort of depended on the day. ~ Sometimes he preferred spooning, either being the big spoon or the little one. Sometimes he liked you on his chest or himself on yours. Sometimes he preferred having his own space but still having some contact with you, like a hand on your waist or holding yours. ~ That night in particular, he had his head on your stomach, his hands gently resting on your thighs, your hands on his back and in his hair. ~ He could officially die a happy man.

Bokuto Kotaro:

Kotaro seems like a pretty easy one, like Tooru, he just likes being near you, touching you, talking to you, looking at you, etc. He just loves you so much!!!

~ Kotaro loves being around you, whenever he is, he can't help himself! You're just so cute! ~ Whether you're in public or at home, he wants to be cuddling you. ~ With how tall and broad he is, he loves how small you seem against him, so he loves having you in his arms, his lap or against his chest. ~ If you with him during practice, he'll sit with you in his lap in the bleachers, loving that he can just dip his head to kiss you. ~ But when you're sleeping, he loves being the big spoon, wrapping you up in his strong arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck, breathing in your sweet smell and leaving kisses easily on your cheek and forehead.

Kita Shinsuke:

Shinsuke doesn't seem the PDA type, but I feel like he'd be all about physical affection behind closed doors. He's all about making people feel cared for, he's a good captain and a good grandson, so he'd make a wonderful boyfriend!

~ Shinsuke was so lucky to have someone like you, someone to understand his side of things, to be okay with the fact that he couldn't always be the affectionate boyfriend, especially in public. ~ He believed that loving gestures like cuddles and kisses should be reserved for being behind closed doors, it made it more special. ~ One thing was for sure, though it happened rarely, he loved cuddling with you. Whilst most of the time, when you were both sleeping, he would probably cuddle you for a while, loving the feeling of your head on his shoulder and you in turn, the feeling of his heartbeat. ~ Once you'd fallen asleep though, he'd shift slightly, making sure you were out enough for him to move you, he would lay you on your side, still holding you hand and would spend the time it takes him to fall asleep, staring at you and fiddling with your hair.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Like Kita, I highly doubt Toshi would be the affectionate type, both in public and out of. Maybe a kiss on the cheek and hand-holding at best around others…

~ There was no questioning that Ushiwaka was completely smitten with you, you were the only person he really let himself go around. ~ He loved you desperately, hoping that he could be enough to keep this relationship (the only one he'd been in) successful. ~ He was lucky enough to be welcomed into your family, they trusted him enough to sleep over without any funny business occurring, most of your family believed he was too much of a social ostrich to do anything unsavoury. ~ Toshi did love cuddling you, especially when you were sleepy, he usually stayed up a bit later than you. ~ He would be sat up in bed, you straddling his lap with your hands softly gripping his shirt and your head on his shoulder, soft puffs of breath leaving your lips as Toshi ran a hand up and down your back. ~ He loved the feeling of your body against his, in the completely innocent way you did before bed, he loved feeling close to you!

[sukirichi]

golden days

GOLDEN DAYS ; what it’s like dating Inarizaki’s golden boy

NOTE. kita shinsuke is amazing. he’s perfect. yeah, that’s it. i love him.

[THE FIRST MEETING.]

“I look forward to working with you!” You bow deep as a greeting, hands trembling as they wrap around the test packets. You’ve recently been appointed as the class assistant to help him balance his duties, whatnot being class president and captain of the volleyball team and whatnot. Kita Shinsuke is one of the most impressive students in your school without a doubt, and to be chosen as his assistant, the pressure is quite closing to choking you.

Gosh, you haven’t even ironed your vest down today.

With a grimace, you pat your skirt down in hopes to make yourself more presentable when he hums, silently taking the heavy stack of papers from you.

“I look forward to working with you as well,” his voice is smooth, cool, and gentle like going to a sunny beach on a cold day. It’s both chilling and warming at the same time, and you stare up at him with wide eyes. “Follow me. I’ll help you take this to the faculty room.”

“Oh, y-yes!”

You don’t miss the way he carries more packets compared to your load, but he doesn’t mind. Years of playing volleyball definitely gained him some strength in those muscles. Unable to help it, your lips tug upwards in a smile as you fall into step beside him, feeling weirdly giddy that he doesn’t seem to be that scary, after all. You both keep to yourselves all the way there, a comfortable silence stretching over.

Usually, you prefer noise filling in the gaps to avoid awkward moments, but with Kita, its appreciated, peaceful even. You welcome it wholeheartedly, that warm blossoming feeling erupting all over your chest even as you made it back to your classroom.

You fidget at the doorframe, wondering if you should say thank you or see you at the meeting after class, hands fiddled with one another while your eyebrows pinch together.

What can you say to Kita Shinsuke?

He beats you to it as he passes you by, his hands faintly grazing against the pads of your knuckles as he tries to fit himself through the door with your body blocking his way. “Thank you,” Kita nods politely, “I’ll talk to you later again in the meeting.”

“Y-yeah, sure,” you stammer, ignoring the loud beating of your heart. Could it just be you, or was there a spark of electricity when his skin came into contact with yours?

[THE FIRST STUDY SESSION.]

“Ugh,” you groan before falling onto the book right in front of you. Kita sits next to you, completely unbothered as he keeps studying his notes, his focus as unwavering as him. “Kita, I don’t understand a single thing.”

“Hmm, which part don’t you get?”

Your groan grows louder as you turn your head to the side, about to complain that proverbs just weren’t your thing, only to stop and flush heated. Kita’s leaned closer to you, unbothered by the lack of space or the fact that he’s close enough you could count his lashes, both bottom and top row. His eyes skim over the messy scrawls of your notebook, humming to himself before nodding.

“That one’s easy. I can teach you that,” Kita scoots closer, his pen spinning in his pretty fingers before he sees your quivering lips, cheek bitten inside your mouth. “What’s wrong?”

Of course he doesn’t know!

“Nothing at all!” you sit back up, spine straight and clearing your throat awkwardly. You make sure to keep your gaze averted from his the whole time, nails dug into your skirt as you pray to whoever diving being that he won’t get to hear the pumping of your heart in this proximity. “Oh yeah, I don’t understand this part. You get it though, don’t you?” That’s a rhetorical question – what exactly didn’t Kita know? – you can’t help yourself from asking just to hide your nervousness.

“Yes. It should be easy. Now, take a look at this passage…”

Although it’s your idea to join the volleyball captain the moment you saw him studying by himself in the library, you found to regret it afterwards. You couldn’t focus on a single thing at all, not when his fingers are so slender and pretty as they point to words blurring over the paper, his scent both calming and intoxicating.

You offer mindless nods every now and then, though his words enter one ear and out into the other. Minutes pass – maybe it’s even been an hour – you don’t really know.

Kita closes your books shut with a sigh, a sound he only makes when really tired. You panic and ready yourself to apologize for being such a burden when Kita closes his eyes, his chuckles soft and a little teasing as he shakes his head. “You didn’t understand a single thing, did you?”

Caught red handed.

There’s no point lying now that he’s easily seen through you, and your shoulders deflate, head ducked in embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I was just distracted.”

“I know,” although his voice is nonchalant as ever, Kita is hiding a smirk and blushing cheeks behind the palm of his hand. He reaches over to get another book, English this time around; a subject you’re better at than he is, as a silent way of saying now it’s your turn to teach him. “Next time, focus on the lesson instead of staring my face, yeah?”

[THE FIRST HAND HOLDING.]

Life has been so sweet and golden ever since you and Kita started dating.

It’s honestly still so hard to fathom that Kita actually likes you – likes you enough to date you! Steam is pouring out your ears and your lips won’t stop shaking as you fight back a smile, in complete disbelief that Kita is walking right beside you, handsome and sweet as ever as you guys go out on your first date. He’s been the one to ask you out but lets you choose where you want to go anyway, but being the flustered, nervous mess you are, you just blurt that a walk in the park is nice.

You snicker at yourself while the memory replays. Walk in the park? What are you two, dogs?

Just thinking about makes you turn your head to the side, chin planted on your shoulder as you grimace. Kita doesn’t seem too bothered, but then again, he’s always been hard to read.

You gasp a little when Kita suddenly holds your shoulders, blinking rapidly as he switches positions with you. His face is blank, nodding once upon seeing you’re on the other side of the sidewalk now while he’s closer to the road. It’s such a respectful, polite act that isn’t even romantic at all, but you can’t help but smile anyway, giggling to yourself while Kita shoves his hands down his pockets.

“Something funny?”

“Nope,” you say with the ‘p’ popping, “Nothing at all.”

He raises a brow in question, but doesn’t pry further. You’re swinging your arms side to side, perhaps a little too giddy that you’re with him until your hand is rendered motionless. Brows furrowing, your gaze lands on the sudden warmth spreading all over you.

Kita is holding your hand, his thumb gently forming circles over yours.

If you were feeling giddy before, your eyes are pumping heart eyes now. It dawns on you that your hands are shaking and embarrassingly sweaty, soft against his rough ones, and you try to pull away to rub the sweat onto your skirt. Kita doesn’t give you the chance and tugs you closer instead until your forehead knocks onto his shoulder, making the docile guy snicker.

“Something funny?” you taunt this time around, using your other hand to rub at your sore forehead. He’s a lot muscular and firmer than you thought, making you look like a soft marshmallow in comparison. You don’t hate it though – if anything, it just makes you happier.

Kita notices this written all over your face as he smiles, leaning close until he’s looking at you in eye-level. “Nope,” he repeats, “Nothing at all.”

[THE FIRST KISS.]

Your hands are gripping Kita’s jacket so hard you fear you’ll break it. His hands are gentle and tender as they grip your waist, his little sighs into your lips enough to break you. Your eyes are shut tight, warm lips above his moving cautiously as to not weird him out even though he’s the first one that leaned in.

In your nervousness, your knee beside his body slips farther to the side until you’re falling from his grasp. You gasp at the sliding sensation as you pull away from Kita, hands clutching his clothes while you fall.

Kita, fast and careful as ever, simply places a solid hand flat at your back, wasting no time to bring you back into his lips again. This time around, he’s no longer soft, dominant even as he places you firmly above his lap, hands strong and wrapped around your waist.

You moan when Kita slips his tongue in, tasting the strawberry lollipop you were sucking earlier, the sweetness of it earning you a low groan from him as a reward.

At this point, your heart is about to combust. His hands are everywhere, lips and tongue tasting every inch and spot of yours like he’s been dying to have a taste this whole time. Your confidence grows the longer and harder he kisses you, hands moving up to his shoulders then to his jaw, cupping his face to press your lips harder against his.

Kita smiles into the lip-locking, bending his head sideways to kiss you deeper, his large hand now lingering at the back of your head. Faster than you would like, Kita pulls away, his eyes hazy with something unreadable – something different than what you usually see from him.

His lips are red and moist, and you breathe harder at the thought that your usual composed boyfriend is tethering at the edges because of you.

It makes you wonder just what else you could do to fluster him and bring out more different sides of him, but as always, Kita is one step ahead of you, your recent thoughts an old and never-ending plan of his.

“I love you,” he blurts out, rendering you speechless one more time. When you groan in embarrassment and hide your face in his chest, Kita laughs, the sound a heart warming one as if he isn’t enjoying how fun it is to tease you. Nevertheless, he only tightens his hold around you, pushing you over the edge again and prompting your heart to do unhealthy back flips the moment he kisses the top of your head. “I love you.”

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Kita Version ╝

Premise: The connection he had with his past made Kita want you more than any of the others. He wanted to be like his grandma and she had a human by her side, always. Looking for the village best interest he ends up finding the real meaning of true love.

Word Count: 3102

Note: I highly suggest you read chapter 0 first (link here) 😊

Chapter 1: A Princess

The fox village somehow reminded you of your own human village.

They would normally stick to themselves, to their own family, yet they would always greet the neighbors, know everyone around and function like normal society back home.

You heard the very much feared old lady who ruled this place for thousands of years had a human as her husband, and you could easily see his influence live on, to this day.

Unlike the fancy cottages you’ve experienced among the other clans, the housing arrangements here were standard Japanese town houses, tatami matted rooms, same daily usage tools like ceramic cups and lacquered bowls. They used chopsticks the same way you did, ate the same types of food you did back home. It felt like a very welcoming place, to you at least. The fantastic aspect of the other clans was pretty impressive on its own, but the familiarity of the environment made you feel more comfortable.

You knew how to eat properly, how to dress like them, what was expected of you, it was a comforting feeling not being so out of place. Of course, the lack of fuzzy ears on your head made it very obvious to everyone that you weren’t one of them.

To some it was fascinating, most of them had never seen an actual human besides the former leader, but to others you were the pest, a constant threat, you had blood of the killers running through your veins, a danger to have around.

The Suna clan, who was entrusted with your care, was a lovely household.

Rintarou himself wasn’t half bad, even if at first he terrorized your nightmares with his scary looking grin. He takes care of the handling of the customers in their family-owned inn and as such, has wonderful people skills.

His parents were a very warm-hearted older couple, you could still feel in the air around them how much they loved each other and how much love they had for their children. They took you in almost instantly without questioning your origins, his mother was excited as this was the first girl her son ever brought home and her husband was just as excited to have an extra pair of hands to help around the inn. Overall, they made it very pleasant to transition into this new area of the forest. Made you feel welcomed, loved even.

As for their second child, she was younger than Rin, by a lot. When you heard she was already ‘sold’ as the leader’s mate you thought she’d be closer to his age, but that was further from the truth. With foxes it’s complicated to know their actual age, but to your standards, she looked like a ten-year-old in human age.

She quickly got closer to you, happy to have an older sister figure of some sort, her brother had already passed the age of playing with her, so she was feeling very lonely, and you came with perfect timing. Though, the more time you spent together, the more uneasy it made you feel thinking she would marry soon and would have to bring babies to the community. She was still very much a child, and you felt the need to protect her from such an ill fated destiny, you wanted to protect her innocence and for her to have a choice in who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, even if the leader was indeed one of the best options around, it still didn’t feel right.

So, you decided to touch on the subject the day the leader himself came to visit you, no longer than a few days after your arrival.

“How have you been liking your stay with us, (Y/N)? I think having you with the Suna clan was a fantastic idea.” he walked beside you aimlessly towards a nice river nearby.

“I have, yes. They’re very kind to me.” you still didn’t trust this man, people feared him, to you he looked anything but kind, but an extra layer of cautiousness was added when he mentioned they would have to kill you if you tried to leave the village.

He nodded gladly, taking a detour to a flower field hoping to rise your spirits, “I’m glad, they do work in the field, it was expected of them. The Miya’s are fine too, but they can be a bit possessive… a neutral home seemed the most fitting. Apologies for taking this long to visit, I’ve been holding counseling meetings with the elders on the matter. The majority disagreed, they didn’t want another human in our home ground and some even suggested to keep you as prisoner, so it took some convincing to get their approval.” he could see you swallow hard, being able to physically feel your discomfort yet causing a little smile to creep on his face.

“Nothing to worry about though, I managed to convince them by telling them I would bring you to the castle and keep an eye on you. So that’s why I’m here today, I’m bringing you with me.”

This certainly took you by surprise, you found a home with the Suna’s, this was so sudden you didn’t even know how to feel about it, yet you were thankful to the leader for fighting his way through the elders to get you to stay with them. “With all due respect, Kita-sama, aren’t you marrying lady Suna? Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for me to share your residence? That’s what Rin said when the Miya house was offered for me to stay in.” for some reason he didn’t like how matter-of-fact your statement was, as if you knew for sure you would end up with one of the twins, Osamu most likely.

“The matter of our marriage is beyond the definition of love, it’s just an agreement to ensure the prosperity of our village, with that out of the way, it’s not like we will be sharing a bed, I arranged an entire area of the castle for it to be your quarters, which is another reason why it took me this long to come, the preparations were endless.” you could feel the sourness in his tone, confusing you just a bit.

“I appreciate it, Kita-sama, thank you. Should we go back then? I don’t have much to pack, all the clothing I have was provided to me kindly by Rintarou.”

Another pang of an unknown feeling hit him hard, making his guts turn in disgust, “You won’t be needing any of that, anything he’s given you I can triple it and in the finest there is.” he’s never been a boasting man, he’s usually very reserved but he was being hunted by an evil spirit of some sort eating his insides at the thought of you being chummy with the others, a new emotion developed by the leader apparently.

“You don’t have to, I’m sure he will lend me a couple if I ask him. He’s a bit exaggerated you see, he got me about twenty different kimonos and all the accessories to go along with them, yet I mostly just wear the inn’s uniform.” your soft chuckles seemed to snap him out of his crazy fit of jealousy, it was somewhat refreshing seeing someone not interested in riches, majority would jump at the mention of high-end couture.

“I already took the liberty of choosing a couple of things I thought you might like, so there’s no need to bother the Suna’s, you will be my responsibility going forward, it’s only fair I take care of all your needs.” his tone was softer now, making you smile, just the thought of having such an important and busy figure going out of his way to look for things you might like made your chest grow warm.

“I appreciate your kindness. Shall we go then?” offering you his arm, you looped yours around his as you walked back to the inn.

He didn’t seem so harsh anymore.

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The castle was a marvelous place.

A multi-story traditional Japanese castle, full of intricate carvings of fox deities and beautiful flowers, full to the brim with servants and guards of all kinds, artifacts dating thousands of years decorating the space.

True to his word, you got an entire area just for yourself.

It was a secluded room on the back of the property separated from the main keep by a pond and luscious zen garden, the room was used in the past to hold tea ceremonies for his grandma and hadn’t been used at all since her passing.

He made sure to have it decorated to what he thought could be to your liking. A permanent futon was laid on the back side of the room mounted on a wooden platform, the covers embroidered with beautiful cherry blossoms, matching pillows, and a canopy net to shield you from the bugs hanging from the ceiling.

There was also a low table at the front of the room with a few cushions for you to sit on, a tea set with all sorts of flavors, some you’ve never tried before, books and even some yarn in case you liked to knit something and keep yourself busy.

It was a lovely room, had a 360 view of the garden, you could smell nature, hear the birds sing, feed the koi fish in the pond. Not like you had any complaints about your small room at the Suna inn, but this was by all means an improvement.

Kita-sama had been overly attentive during the past few days after your arrival, coming to check on you multiple times a day, bringing you sweets or things he picked up along the way that made him think of you, some of them rather questionable like the pretty hairpin you were wearing right now.

“I knew purple would look good on you.” he was staring dreamily at your face, a common practice of him nowadays.

“You speak too highly of me, I never thought something this pretty would look good on me.”

“You’re the one selling yourself short. Your beauty is recognizable miles away and you live now in castle grounds, a princess, some would call you.” there was a slight tinge of pink dusting his cheeks, nobody would be able to notice but you did, he was way too close for you to miss it.

“I was thinking, would you like to go on a walk with me? One of my duties is to patrol the village, make sure nobody needs anything, it could get you familiarized with the places and people a like, maybe even stop by for some of those dangos you seemed to enjoy the other day.” was he asking you out like on date? Or was he just fulfilling his duties as the leader? It was hard to tell with him.

Either way there was just one answer.

“It would be my pleasure.”

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He wasn’t kidding when he said he had prepared the finest silks for you, the kimono you were wearing for the outing was beyond words, beautify decorated with golden flowers embroidered throughout, the light purple tone of the fabric matching the hairpin he had gifted you.

You were a sight to behold. These were the words of many, not just the leader’s. Though, his arm was the one holding your figure through your lovely walk on the streets of the old town district.

To some it felt like a parade, people stopping to watch you both walk, laugh together, try the sweets being sold by the merchants in the streets. It was a beautiful sight, one they felt lucky to witness.

“Kita-sama…” you whispered near his ear, “…why is everyone staring at us…?”

Your question made him chuckle, he had noticed this hours ago, it was cute how you noticed it until now, made him feel proud of his hosting skills. “They’ve never seen someone as beautiful, I’m sure.” he whispered back, his hot breath tickling your ear.

“Oh my! How a beautiful couple! Finally, our leader is tying the knot I see! And with the finest bride at that! I’m sure your grandma would be proud of you, seeing you followed her steps to the very end.” the old ladies from the market were making a fuzz as soon as you arrived at the premise. Their words causing you discomfort.

Is this what it was all about? He wanted you close just because he wanted to be like his grandma and have a human by his side?

Kita could see the aggravated look on your face, cutting the visit to the market short. “My dear, is something the matter? You look unwell.”

“I just…thought…never mind.” you tried your best to fake a sweet smile, yet you couldn’t fool a man like him.

“What is it? Are you tired? Did I make you walk too much?” you just shook your head, walking over to a stone bench on the side of the road, wishing to rest for just a bit, overwhelmed by your own feelings.

“C’mon, you can tell me anything.” sitting beside you, he reached for one of your hands, which you retrieved back not wanting his touch at the moment, still feeling hurt. Your actions startled the leader, who now sported an equally hurt expression.

“You…you’re being this nice to me just because your grandma married a human, aren’t you?” he didn’t expect to hear those words leaving your pretty rosy lips, it split his heart in two thinking you had such a low concept of him.

“I would never.” his words didn’t have the expected effect on you, he knew he had to be honest if he wanted to get out of this situation.

“Ok, maybe at the beginning…” he got your attention, finally. You waited quietly for him to continue, wanting to give him a chance to redeem himself.

“It is true, my grandfather was human, thanks to their union is that we have such an established community here unlike the other fox clans scattered across the country, thanks to him it is said we are the closest to our goddess Inari as she gave her blessing and turn him into a fox.

Our village is at risk, the lack of pups in the last decades are making our numbers go down rapidly. The majority of the villagers are getting close to the last stretch in their lifespan and soon we would be having less than half of habitants that we currently have. The record breaking low in breeding is causing the village to be in the brink of extinction, and I’m the one in charge of fixing this, to save our people.”

“So you thought…”

“Yeah, I thought the union with a human could bring Inari’s favor upon us once more…” he let out a defeated sigh, ashamed of his own thoughts.

“I was right then, you were trying to court me…” the small smile on your face was bittersweet, it only caused his heart to break even further.

“I don’t think that way anymore, (Y/N)…I need you to believe me…” the desperate look on his face made you reconsider your actions, this time you were the one reaching for his hand. “And what is it that you think now, leader?”

“As a leader, I think I am in the right path, not because of Inari, but because pups is what we need…” his words made you chuckle shyly, his confident posture quickly returning back to normal.

“As a man, I don’t see you as just a human anymore. I see you as the beautiful, smart, kind woman you are, and think of how much I would like for you to choose me, even if I’m aware of how high up in your list Miya is…”

“Hmmm…both sound to me like the same person though, the leader and the man think basically about the same thing.” he hadn’t seen it that way but it was true, at the end both had the same answer, and that was, he wanting you for himself, to breed you and create a big loving family who would bring prosperity to his village, to spend the rest of his reign with someone equally worthy of his time and care.

“You’re right as usual.” his shoulder was now brushing yours, his warmth sipping through the layers of garments you were wearing.

A thought kept hunting you though, one that became even more aggravating as days went by, “But what about lady Suna? Isn’t she the one…?”

He had totally forgotten about the arrangement, in all truth his grandma had been the one sealing the deal once the Suna’s had welcomed a daughter to this world, he was still a young pup by then and didn’t think anything of it. Breaking a deal made by the former leader sounded like an impossible task, especially being you the one on the other side of the bargain, and the Suna family being the most prominent family in the village, after his own. There was no way the elders would easily agree to this matter, that was certain.

“I told you…there’s no promise of love in that marriage. I see her as a younger sister, don’t have any sort of interest in…well you know…”

“Breading her?” the mocking tone of your voice made him flush; you had this weird effect on him, he’s never felt so many things at once by just hearing a couple of words.

“Yeah…that…” you laughed at his expression, making him laugh as well.

He somehow knew everything would be just fine now that you were by his side even if there were still a lot of unknowns to figure out along the way.

Your disease was still a problem and fighting the elders on a matter this important could get your head on a spike.

A lot of work had to be put into this for things to work out between the two of you.

But you were worth the hassle.

And he would do his best to get you the life you deserve, to get you all to himself, to discover what true love actually means.

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[taeyamayang]

Hi Pea! To help with Writer's block, how about “Did I just say that out loud?” with either Kita from Haikyuu or Mikey from Tokyo Revengers?

strawberry lips

ㅡkita shinsuke is distracted by your lips

the temperature rises as mid summer crawls. one can only get used to the heat. even the prim and proper perfect boy, kita shinsuke, is sweating under the excruriating sun.

you invited him to refreshen yourselves by eating ice cream under a heritage tree near the patch he's working onㅡhe should thank you for that because even though he profusely refused to eat cold sugar and milk (as he describes), he seems to enjoy his scoop of vanilla ice cream.

"we should travel outside Hyogo before the end of the year." you impulsively propose, dragging your tongue at the side of your strawberry popsicle.

"to where?" he says looking at a point ahead.

"i don't know. maybe Tokyo? Hokkaido? Kyoto? what's your call?" you twist your neck to look at him.

"i don't know either. i have crops to take care of. what's with the sudden plan?" kita finally meets with your eyes.

as if without control, his vision spots your redden lips. the popsicle ice cream you are eating must have been loaded with artifical strawberry flavoring and pink dye to have your lips appear akin to the popsicle you're holding. to say the least, he's distracted. albeit, your voice snaps him back to look at you in the eyes.

"aren't you bored here? i want to travel!" your teeth claws the edge of the popsicle ice cream before biting into it. kita watches as a chunk falls on the base of your tongue as your mouths moves in rhythm.

"no, i'm fine with grandma." kita responds rather quickly, tearing his eyes from your strawberry lips. he clears his throat.

"i'm sure grandma is bored too. maybe we should invite her along!" your distance with him decreases as you anchor your arm to side where he is sat. by instinct, kita whips his head to you.

your eyes shimmer in excitement and he could already tell that you're imagining a vacation with them in your head but temptation lingers like a demon on his shoulder. an entirely different image consumes his mind.

you suck on the bottom part of the ice cream to prevent it from melting on your fingers. drawing back, you tongue rolls on your lips then to the corners to collect jews of ice cream as you innocently stare and wait for him to respond.

how could he not notice the curve and edges of your lips before? years of being his friend yet he's clueless how plump and soft they are. he wonders how it feels when he grazes the pad of his thumb over it.

do you wear make up? maybe he should give you a lipstick of the same shade for christmas and perhaps, even without eating an ice cream, he'll get to see this accentuated pair of alluring lips. completely enthralled by your mouth, kita shinsuke loses his grip on reality. a rare sight for a man who has his life in order.

"you have beautiful lips." he says, eyes locked on your mouth. suddenly you're hyperaware that he's staring at you. on the other hand, he's entranced and at sea, unaware of his actions.

"t-thanks." you stutter at the same time looking away. your heart hammers against your chest like it's about uncage from your ribs. he has never gazed at you like this before and he isn't the type to spurt compliments based on physical looks. he praises you through your skills at work, your intellect, or your kindness but never with the way you look.

kita is brought back to earth as he repeatedly blinks at you. then, he tilts his head to the side, confused.

"for what?" he asks. a pair of deep amber eyes peer at you in wonder. "you're thanking me for what?" you blink back.

what the heck?

you swallow in air. your cheeks feel hotter than the summer day's heat. repeating what he said is even harder than accepting it. "you said my lips look beautiful."

"did i just said that out loud?" kita's lids peel and his eyes round.

"so, you were..." you fix your eyes at his bewildered face. you continue in a hushed tone. "you were thinking of it?"

his answer didn't need words. his bloomed face and the sudden whip his head forward is enough.

he was thinking of it.

you don't know what to do with this information but one thing is for sure, as summer day's heat hits its peak it melts the wall that remains the two of you stuck on the borders of a platonic relationship.

dealing with writer's block, thank goodness i kept all reqs sent eons ago. welp, i hope you guys enjoyed this drabble. as always i didn't proofread this rbs and likes are very much appreciated. bye!

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