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emmyrosee · 7 months
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Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.
It’s not like it’s been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.
You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. You’re hungry, he shares his snacks.
He gives you a compliment, you… hate him?
You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRR😭😭
His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he could’ve possibly said to have you say ‘I hate you.’
Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.
The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.
He’s sure there’s someone there that can help him decipher your distress.
Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.
“Kita-San?” Osamu asks, brows furrowing. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” atsumu continues. “You’re late- you’re NEVER late.”
“And you look like you’re about to upchuck.”
Lovely.
“Osamu, Atsumu,” he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. “You’re… familiar with relationships, yes?”
“Well he’s been single since birth-“
“HEY!”
“-but I’ve got a little bit of knowledge. What’s up?”
Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamu’s shoulder to read along.
Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, “what am I looking at?”
“She hates me,” he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. “And I don’t know what I do. I don’t know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And I…” he takes a breath in to calm down, “I need your help.”
Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, “cap… you didn’t do anything.”
“Huh?”
“You didn’t do anything- this is just… how some girls act,” osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd that’s gathered.
“Are we teaching Kita-San something now?” Suna teases, peering over Osamu’s shoulder to read the message. “Teaching him about giiiiiirls.”
And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesn’t need to be taught anything…
But maybe he does.
Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captain’s phone back to him, “sometimes, girls are just… uhm….”
“Aggressive?” He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.
“No,” Osamu hums thoughtfully. “I would probably say more… excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna… be… ferocious?”
“Feral?” Suna chimes in.
“Buck wild?”
“How about all of the above,” Aran says easily.
Kita quirks a brow, “so she doesn’t actually hate me?”
“No! She’s just excited that you complimented her, I think.”
“Yeah Kita-San,” Atsumu chuckles. “Girls only say they hate you when they love you; that’s like. A thing.”
“They also bite,” Akagi cuts in. “For… some reason.”
“They BITE?”
“I’ve been smacked so many times,” Aran playfully laments, and Shinsuke’s head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, “what? She’ll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesn’t always hurt.”
“What do you mean ALWAYS!” Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend… or a pitbull.
“Or she’ll bite you,” Suna hums.
“Or says she hates you,” the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.
“You’ll be fine, cap,” the blonde assures. “It’ll catch you by surprise, sure.”
“May be a little painful,” osamu snorts.
Atsumu snickers, “but you’ve liked her for a long time. And if it’s too much, you tell her to stop.” He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft ‘hell knows you’re good at that,’ under his breath.
The conversation makes Shinsuke… convinced. He’s sure that there’s minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.
He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.
SENT I love you, too :)
You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.
Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.
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teamatsumu · 1 month
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screenshot. (kita shinsuke x reader)
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summary: your friend confesses on your behalf. for my valentine’s day event - theme: confessions.
word count: 1161
tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi @sleepyxxhead d @priv-rose @nishayuro @kitas-tapioca @kakashineedstotouchgrass @amisuh @avis-writeshq @samanthaa-leanne @akaashi-todorki @sp1ng @kur0obaby @bleach-your-panties @pinkiipeachiikeen @whippedbel
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Many of Kita’s friends and volleyball teammates think he is a stickler for routine. And they are right. But Kita isn’t rigid. He isn’t unchangeable. He accepts a break in routine, takes it in stride, learns from the turning tides and comes back with a smile on his face. Why else would he be the captain of the volleyball team if he didn’t know how to assimilate with rapidly developing circumstances?
Today, he is confronted with another such change. He is staring it right in the face. For a few moments, Kita cannot fathom the sight. How can it be? A red envelope in his locker? Surely, it must not be meant for him.
His next thought is how it got there in the first place. No one besides the volleyball team is allowed in the club room. He is the one who always opens it and he is also the one who locks up every night. Did someone sneak in during practice time?
Nothing else in his locker seems out of place. Just the letter placed delicately on top of the rest of his belongings. Kita finally reaches out for it, tugging on the flap to detach it and pulling out the crisp white paper inside. Kita is halted in his tracks when he realizes that there is no writing on the paper. It’s a print-out. Of a screenshot.
He eyes the text message chain, recognising the small icons on both the sender and receiver’s text bubbles. It’s Suna, his underclassman, and he also recognises you, the manager and his long time best friend.
‘I can’t stand it anymore suna!’
‘then just tell him’
‘u know i cant’
‘thats a u problem’
The next message is long, bordering on a whole paragraph, and Kita’s eyes skim over it. For the first time in a long while, his heart skips.
‘ive known him forever rin. hes such an amazing person and my best friend but he doesn like me that way. if i tell him im just gonna lose him as a friend and id rather we be friends than nothing at all’
The punctuation is atrocious, and the grammar is slightly questionable, but Kita smiles regardless. He carefully folds the paper again, placing it inside the envelope. He closes his locker and continues his evening routine of cleaning up and locking the club room.
Over the next hour as Kita cleans, his thoughts mull over the letter he had just received. The menial nature of the tasks relaxes him, gives him time to mull over this new information. Kita realizes that maybe he isn’t as perceptive as previously thought by his friends.
How can he have not seen that look in your eyes before? Softer than anything and directed only at him, now that he thinks about it. He ponders over your words, the insecurity and negativity behind them. He has never known you to be a negative person. You are endlessly optimistic and full of energy. You are so bright that Kita loves basking in it. He has known you for a very long time, and he is almost affronted that your budding romantic feelings were hidden from him for so long. Especially when Kita has made his courting intentions for you fairly clear.
He has not directly said anything. But he doesn’t think he was ever being discreet. But maybe he has been wrong in his approach. Maybe you hooking your arm with his when you walked to school in the morning, sharing lunches every day, permanently stealing a few of his choice hoodies were all friendly gestures on your part. While Kita has interpreted the gestures as romantic, it seems you have not felt the same heat behind those actions.
Kita has always walked the same route home, sometimes with Aran, sometimes with you, and sometimes on his own. Today he takes the walk alone, but he is not bothered. He has purpose in his mind, the red envelope in his hand, and his feet carry him all the way through the winding streets until he stops at your doorstep.
He smiles at the surprise in your eyes when you receive him at the door. He nearly coos at the fuzzy slippers on your feet, huge and with bunny ears on them, making your feet look twice their usual size. You are so cute. Kita scolds himself lightly, regretting that he had wasted so much time as your friend when maybe he could have spent it with you as his romantic partner. His girlfriend.
It has a nice ring to it, Kita decides.
“Shinsuke?” Your voice breaks his train of thought. The ‘what are you doing here’ is clear in your voice. Your eyes are wide and your face is questioning. There is a tinge of worry on your face, and Kita realizes that showing up unannounced may not have been the best idea. He isn’t sure what is going on in your head, but he quickly tries to quash your worries.
“Everything is fine.” Clear, direct, to the point. It’s Kita being Kita. “I’m here about something I found in my locker while closing up.”
He holds up the red envelope, and when you stare at it in confusion, he proceeds to open it and pull out the white paper. You take it when he offers it to you, unfolding it and reading the letter. If you can call it that.
Kita watches the color drain from your face, notices how the panic overtakes your features as you recognise the conversation printed in front of you. He feels his shoulders slump a little, lamenting the fact that you are truly scared about him finding out. What do you think he will do? Has Kita truly not made his intentions for you clear enough? He cannot help but self loathe in that moment, seeing the state you were in now.
“Shin-”
He doesn’t let you finish.
“If you will allow it, I would like to take you out for dinner this weekend. Will you be free on Saturday?”
You blink once, twice. Your mouth opens and closes. Kita is acutely reminded of a fish. He tries to tamp down his smile.
“R-really?”
He merely nods.
Slowly, life reinjects into your face. You seem to age in reverse before his very eyes. Your grip on the letter crinkles the paper slightly, and Kita reaches out to gently pry it from your hands and smooth it out. He stays quiet as you process his words. He thinks of hugging you, maybe even kissing you. But stops himself. Those are moments he will reserve for after your first date, after he has properly given you the best date of your dreams. So he keeps his eyes on the letter.
“Remind me to thank Suna for this letter.” He comments. “I must say, it’s the strangest confession letter I have ever received.”
There is a pause.
“You’ve received other confession letters?!”
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shoulmate · 2 years
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"Uhh...Kita-san. What're ya doin?"
"Studying."
The twins exchange a look as their captain flips between flash cards. "Well, yeah we can see that," replies Osamu.
Atsumu tries to disguise a laugh for clearing his throat. "We meant what's with the..." He waves a hand then elbows his twin.
"Y'know the-the... Why're ya just sitting there with-"
"They want to know," Suna cuts in as he walks up, "why you're just sitting there with someone asleep on you."
As if on cue you let out a small snore and shift, adjusting against his shoulder.
"Hm?" Kita looks up as if he hadn't heard the question. At their mixed reactions he quirks his brow. "Is there a problem?"
Atsumu gapes, offended. "Yeah there's a problem! Ya caught me yawning once in school and made me run laps at practice!"
"Made me do extra serves when you walked by and saw my head down on my desk" grumbles Suna.
Kita gives them a warning look. "Lower your voices, we're in the library."
Atsumu's jaw drops in exasperation but Osamu quietly points out "yer avoidin' the point captain!"
"The point I'm hearing is you're all athletes on my team who shouldn't be sleeping in school." He turns back to his cards. "I'm not responsible for a classmate who's not on my team."
There's a poignant pause and then the atmosphere around them shifts.
"Oho..." Atsumu gives a low chuckle. "Ya hear what I'm hearin' 'Samu?"
Kita's eyes flash up knowing Atsumu's playful tone well.
"I think so 'Tsumu. Sounds like our cap here's making an exception," Osamu murmurs slyly and Atsumu smirks.
Kita doesn't like the direction this is headed.
"Sounds like there's only one beauty he doesn't mind sleepin',"
"When it's on him," Osamu crosses his arms as his twin leans on his shoulder.
"I think the three of you have somewhere else to be," warns Kita and Atsumu grins like the Cheshire cat.
Click
Kita's eyes flick to Suna who's inspecting his phone. He nods in satisfaction and slips the phone away.
"See ya later cap," the middle blocker says as he smoothly slips away.
"Suna, get back here right now," Kita demands, urgent and low but his kouhai simply smirks back over his shoulder.
"Sorry, I've got somewhere else to be."
The twins scurry off after him giggling deviously as they realize Kita won't want to chase after them and disturb you.
He exhales slowly, recentering himself with a reminder that they'll have to show up to practice later.
For now he goes back to his flash cards.
He softly flicks through them as you stir, he freezes, but you only shift to lean more of your weight against him.
Kita smiles.
Maybe he won't punish them as hard if Suna sends him that picture.
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noosayog · 2 months
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001 an innocent valentine ft. kita shinsuke
wc: 500
valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist
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“Who do you think it’s for?” 
“Definitely not Atsumu.” 
“Hey! I’m a great catch, for your information-” 
“Yeah, right.” 
“Shh! They’re coming back!” 
“Put it away-”
“Zip it up-”
“What do you think you’re all doing?” 
The voice of the Inarizaki manager rings from above the second-year trio, Atsumu, Osamu, and Rintaro, caught red-handed rifling through your bag, a neatly wrapped box of chocolates pinched between their trespassing fingers. 
“Nothing!” they all say at once, dropping the box and standing at attention. 
You smack each of the three upside the head with the notebook you have in your hand. “Go back to practicing.” 
“Awwww, c’mon manager. At least give us something. Who’re those for?” Atsumu asks. 
You give him a look before fishing the box out of your bag and calling for Aran. 
“Aran! Here!” you call, chucking the box at him. “Happy Valentine’s.” 
Aran catches it easily, stuffing it in the pocket of his volleyball sweater. “Thank you.” 
“It was for Aran-kun?!” 
“Since when did you two start dating?” 
“Did ya see the way he was so nonchalant about it?!” 
“Big words for ya, ‘Tsumu.”
“Huh?! Ya picking a fight?!” 
“Hey!” you yell. “Shut up and hold out your hands.” 
They obediently stick their hands out. You drop 3 boxes, identical to the one thrown at Aran moments ago, into their waiting palms. 
With one last smack to each of their shoulders, they scurry off back to their drills, satisfied now that they’ve each received their own little prizes. They make it back onto the court just in time for Kita to return from speaking to the club advisor. 
“Hope they didn’t give ya too much trouble today.” 
“Nah,” you say. “They’re troublesome and a bit stupid, but it’s alright.” You look up at your boyfriend, swinging your joined hands and appreciating his thumb rubbing calm patterns along your cold fingers. 
“Yer hands are cold,” he says simply, stopping to wrap his scarf around your neck before joining your hands together again. 
“Thanks,” you breathe, inhaling deeply. 
The rest of the walk home flies by in comfortable silence, the hand held in his staying pleasantly warm even in the late-winter chill. At the entrance of your house, he lets go of your hands, smiling and nodding for you to go in. He stays to watch, making sure you’re in safely before leaving, as he does every day. 
When you stare at him, he tilts his head. “What’s wrong?” 
You laugh quietly. “You didn’t think I made chocolate for all those chuckleheads and not you, did you?” 
He rubs the back of his neck, blushing lightly. “I was looking forward to it, " he admits sheepishly. “But I don’t mind if ya don’t have anything for me. Just being able to be with ya like this makes me plenty happy.” 
You dig into your pockets to pull out a box just for him. It’s wrapped much more elaborately than the others are, with his name in curly, hand-written calligraphy. Instead of tossing it to him, as you did for the others, you hold the box out with two hands. 
“Will you accept my chocolate, Shin?” 
Kita smiles. The warmth rushes all the way through your body. 
“Of course. I’d be happy to.” 
He takes the box, undoing the ribbon and pops one into his mouth. “It’s good,” he says. 
“I’m glad,” you respond. You reach up on your tiptoes to press a lingering kiss into his cheek. 
“See you tomorrow, Shin.” 
“Tomorrow,” he nods.
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romiyaro · 5 months
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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ - (ᴋɪᴛᴀ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ)
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Rrring rrrring !!
The alarm went off for 6am. Kita groaned, shuffling the blankets and turning to look at you.
He didn't have to wake up so early today. His only class was an afternoon class. Plus he stayed up last night with you, binge watching movies and cuddling on the couch.
It was around 2am when he woke up and realised how you both had fallen asleep on the couch. His neck was bent at a very uncomfortable angle.
He had craned his neck to look at you.
Only to coo at the sight of you curled up beside him, mouth drooling a huge patch onto his chest. He would keep it a secret, obviously predicting how mortified you would be if you were to know.
Now, as he stretches a hand, successfully stopping the alarm, he remembers a little something you had told him before the movie last night.
"I wanna make you breakfast in bed." You had pouted.
He could understand your complain. Every time he stayed over, he was the one making breakfast the next morning. It was a habit. And the bonus was he got to see your sleepy smile as you woke to the smell of the food.
He looks down at you, cosy and cuddled in the blankets, slightly snoring.
And he decides - five minutes more sleep won't hurt.
With one hand he laboriously sets the alarm for five minutes.
This time when the alarm rings, Kita lets it ring away, eyes shut closed. After the fifth ring, you wake up. For a second he feels you freeze against him.
And then you quickly sit up, like you remembered something.
Kita feels your palm, patting his face. He almost snorts when you bring your finger under his nose, probably checking if he's breathing. He keeps his breathing slow and steady, putting his hundred percent into the act.
You giggle. Slowly, you get up off the bed, hopping off to the kitchen, murmuring all the things you had planned to make to surprise him in bed.
And as the bedroom door closes behind him, Kita covers his face with his palms, rubbing hard against his cheeks and five o'clock beard. As he replays what happened, he grins, rolling around and burying his face in the pillow so his laugh is absorbed by it.
You just might be the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
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svnarin · 2 months
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⊹˚₊‧ fifteen (15) bf!kita shinsuke headcanons
ps! this is just yet another repost from my old blog! reposting it here because this one’s one of my personal faves :>
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bf!kita shinsuke who immediately introduced you to his grandma the moment the two of you officially became a couple.
bf!kita shinsuke who may seem cold to everyone but will look at you with adoring eyes and the sweetest smile on his face. even his juniors during high school, like suna rintarou, noticed it when he met the two of you together for the very first time. 
bf!kita shinsuke who likes inviting you to any family outing and their house whenever there is a family occasion. he always makes sure that you feel loved by his whole family and makes you feel that you are a part of their family.
bf!kita shinsuke who got a little embarrassed at first when he saw that his grandma showed you his pictures when he was just a little kid, but the moment he saw how you fell in love with the pictures, he didn’t hesitate to say yes when you asked if you could have one of those.
bf!kita shinsuke who always makes sure that he has clothes in their home that you can wear whenever you spend the night at their home. some of the clothes such as shirts or sweaters are his while some are hand-me-downs from family members.
bf!kita shinsuke who will cook your favorite meals, even if you don’t ask for it, whenever you come by to their home. and if he’s gonna run into errands after cooking your favorite meal, he always makes sure to leave you some lovely notes alongside it.
bf!kita shinsuke who started planting and growing some flowers because he wants to give you a bouquet of flowers that he personally grew for you.
bf!kita shinsuke who likes to bring you fruits and homemade snacks during breaks, and the snacks that he gives you are always on the next level and nutritious. he would even stick some cute notes on them. 
bf!kita shinsuke who likes buying little trinkets because they remind him of you. he would display some of those around his bedroom and he will give the others to you.
bf!kita shinsuke who always makes sure that he’s not hurting you through his bluntness. he now often uses the time to think about what he’s going to say next to you to avoid hurting your feelings. 
bf!kita shinsuke who will always immediately go to your place to take care of you the moment he hears that you’re sick or something bad has happened to you. he’s in the middle of work when he learns that you’re sick? you bet he’s already running towards to get his keys, along with some herbal medicines, to drive towards your place.
bf!kita shinsuke who isn’t much of a pda person but enjoys holding your hand in public. in private, he likes hugging you tightly before giving you a kiss on the crown of your head.
bf!kita shinsuke who never misses a day and night of sending you good morning and good night messages. he would even add additional messages such as “don’t overwork yourself today,” “don’t forget to drink some water,” “don’t go to bed too late,” etc. before ending it with an “i love you.”
bf!kita shinsuke who will help you with anything he is capable of. he will help you study for a board exam or prepare for an interview. and if he’s not familiar with something, he will still try his best to help you, such as researching how to do a certain thing, etc. 
bf!kita shinsuke who recently started thinking about and asking his and your relatives what he’s gonna say by the time he’s going to ask for your hand in marriage.
bf!sunarin headcanons
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elenadvrx · 1 month
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!affectionate atsumu would give you a kiss on the cheek every time he walks past you, or whichever part of the skin is closes to him. he once kissed you on your butt cheek because you were on a ladder to reach something high above and your butt was at his eye level. when you asked him why he always kisses you, he told you that it's because he always wants you to know that he loves you, and will still love you even when he is mad at you. kisses are seen as a gesture of sweetness and love from his point of view.
!affectionate kita would feed you fresh fruits bought from the market, humming softly to himself when he sees you enjoy the taste of it. his thumb wipes off any excess juice that dribbles from the side of your lips and licks it off right after. this also applies to when the both of you are having a meal, he'd offer to feed you instead, gazing at you with such adoration and love that you always feel shy from it. he would just chuckle and give you a soft kiss on your blushing cheeks.
!affectionate gojo would cup your face in his hands, stroking your cheeks with this thumbs while cooing softly on how adorable and pretty you look and squishing your face afterwards, pecking your pouted lips. he then rubs his nose against yours, pressing his forehead on yours before nuzzling both your cheeks together. if he is feeling a little bitey, he'd bite softly on your cheeks and not let go till a few seconds later. he'd look at his bite mark proudly with a smug smile. this happens so often that you just accept it whenever it happens. it's like a routine.
!affectionate choso would have you sit in front of him on the floor of your living room so he could play with your hair. he'd brush it in the way you like it or do your night hair care routine, occasionally styling it with braids, pigtails, a ponytail, or if it's short, he'll try to tie it up like his hair. he'd decorate it with clips and colourful bobby pins, careful not to poke you with it or yank your hair too hard. once done, he'd massage your nape and shoulders, giving a kiss on your nape before hugging you from behind.
!affectionate wriothesley would have you sit on his lap in his office while he does his duties because busy or not, he likes to have you close by. one arm is wrapped around your waist, caressing your side from time to time. his head is tucked next to yours while your face leans on his shoulder. once he is done, he'll lift you up and place you on his desk, bringing his chair closer so he can rest his head on your stomach while loosely hugging you around your hips. he grabs your hand to place it on his head as a silent request to stroke his hair.
!affectionate diluc gets you to cuddle with him in the afternoon, tugging you close to him so he can wrap the blanket around the both of you. one hand is stroking your back up and down slowly while the other would lightly caress the features on your face. he starts from your eyebrows, to your eyes, your eyelashes to the bridge of your nose, the outline of your lips down to your jaw. if someone were to ask him to draw a portrait of you, he'd get every detail in perfect accuracy. he would then manoeuvre you to lie on top of him so your head rests on where his heart beats, slowly lulling the both of you to sleep while feeling the warmth and embrace of one another.
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mavrintarou · 9 months
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[1:39PM] Kita Shinsuke
It's my (our) man's birthday! Of course, I couldn't forget his birthday. I don't think I can write a non-smut fic for him at all. Or more like... a non-breeding fic. This man just reeks of breeding kink, convince me otherwise. Oh and this is my first Soulmate au
Warning: 18+ let us just leave it at that (if you have been following me this long you know I rarely ever right sfw stuff...); older Shinsuke; as mentioned, soulmate au . Soulmates operated in a rather amusing manner and had a peculiar way of working. By purposefully parting a couple destined to be together and presenting them with formidable obstacles, no matter the cost or the duration, they would invariably defy the odds and ultimately find their way back to one another.
As soon as an individual reaches the age of seventeen, akin to the legendary red string of fate, the initials of their soulmate will manifest in red on their left pinky fingers. Once the pair entwines their pinkies, their initials will vanish, symbolizing the fulfillment of their destined connection.
While a few are fortunate enough to find their soulmates nearby, others must search the world to seek their destined partners.
Kita Shinsuke, at the age of thirty-three, has not found his soulmate. Each day, he is greeted by the persistent sight of red initials, serving as a reminder that his destined partner is still out there, perhaps patiently awaiting his arrival or diligently searching for their connection.
After his grandmother’s death a few months ago, he finally opened the letter she left behind.
My dearest Shin-boy,
By the time you read this, I will no longer be on Earth with you.
My kind-hearted boy, please go and search for your soulmate. Find them and do not waste any more time. I promise I will be at peace.
Love,
Your granny
It wasn’t that Shinsuke didn’t make an effort to find his soulmate. He firmly believed that their destined connection would eventually manifest, but he had limited time left with his grandmother and wanted to ensure she had the best life possible before he embarked on a lifelong journey with his soulmate. He trusted his soulmate would understand and empathize with the priority he placed on his grandmother’s well-being.
He cast a glance at his pinky, their initials glaring at him as if he kept them waiting for over sixteen years.
Shinsuke chuckled softly, speaking to himself, “I’m on my way, I’m on my way to you. Just hold on a little while longer.”
. .
As the gentle music played through the church, signaling the commencement of the wedding ceremony, Shinsuke turned his gaze. His cousin Tenkin, who shared a similar journey, had found his soulmate in his thirties, despite the challenges they faced along the way. And now, it was Shinsuke’s moment, his turn to find his soulmate.
Observing his cousin standing at the altar, eagerly awaiting his bride’s arrival, Shinsuke finally noticed the uncanny resemblance. Being born just weeks apart, with their fathers as brothers, it was clear why many considered them to be almost like twins, with Shinsuke being the elder of the two.
One by one, each bridesmaid walked down and stood in their position.
In the blink of an eye, the small smile on Shinsuke’s face vanished, replaced by a sudden jolt in his chest that felt like a punch to the heart. His right hand instinctively pressed against the racing heart, feeling its profound beats pulsating beneath his palm. Meanwhile, an aching sensation emanated from his left pinky, prompting him to turn his palm upward and witness the radiant glow of his soulmate’s initials.
He turned his head just in time to catch a glimpse of the final bridesmaid making her way down the aisle.
As the world around them faded into a blur, his focus narrowed solely on her. In that moment, she became everything he could see, the embodiment of his desires. She was undeniably the one – the soulmate. His soulmate.
. .
Y/n’s grip tightened on her left hand, attempting to shake off the persistent tingle that pulsated in her left pinky.
Her soulmate’s initial glowed and her heart has been racing nonstop at the mere thought of, they’re here, my soulmate is here amongst the crowd at Tenkin and Jessica’s wedding.
As she gracefully walked down the aisle, her heart started pounding, not from nervousness, but from a deep instinct that whispered her soulmate was seated among the pews, awaiting her arrival.
Maintaining her composure and pace as they had rehearsed, she reached a specific area, only to feel her heart racing and a tingling sensation coursing through her pinky beneath her pristine white gloves. From the corner of her eyes, she noticed a head turning, and her knees nearly buckled in response.
When she made it to the altar and stood beside the rest of the bridesmaids, her eyes immediately fell upon a pair that was looking directly at her.
There was no mistaking that he felt it as well, that he was her soulmate.
“You okay, Y/n?” Victoria, the other bridesmaid ask, noticing how quiet she was when they found their seating at the reception dinner.
Y/n looked up and quickly nodded and smiled, “yes, it’s been a long day and the wine isn’t helping – just making me tired.”
“That means you need to dance then!” Jessica grabbed her wrist, tugging her up from her seat and to the dance floor. “Dance off the tiredness, the night is still young!”
Despite having a glass of wine, Y/n remained sober, which was unusual for her since typically even a single glass was enough to make her feel slightly tipsy. As she swayed on the dance floor with the bridesmaids, her eyes meticulously scanned the crowd, yet she couldn’t catch a glimpse of those unique eyes or the silver hair that closely resembled Tenkin’s. It made her wonder if they were related.
Another thought crossed her mind, perhaps he left? She allowed herself a moment of relaxation, releasing the tension that had built up.
The music transitioned to a slow melody, and a flurry of couples hurried onto the dance floor to partake in a waltz.
Y/n glanced at the girls, ready to join them in leaving the dance floor, when she noticed their penetrating gaze fixed upon her. A slight frown formed on her face as she struggled to decipher their expressions. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
Jessica swiftly grasped Y/n’s wrists, twirling her around, causing her breath to hitch in surprise. It was then that she realized the man she had been looking for was standing behind her all along. “Shinsuke, this is Y/l/n Y/n,” Jessica hurriedly introduced, “Y/n, meet Tenkin’s cousin, Kita Shinsuke.”
Y/n swallowed the lump in her throat, no doubt that he was her soulmate. His name matched the initials that is throbbing on her finger. “Shinsuke, would you like to dance with her?” Jessica added, squeezing Y/n’s shoulders in excitement.
Y/n hastily attempted to mutter an excuse but Shinsuke confidently stepped forward, a gentle smile gracing his lips as he extended his left hand. “I would be delighted to dance with you, Y/n,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.
Y/n groaned as she could feel the girls quickly fixing her hair, and smoothing her dress. Jessica reaches to pull off her gloves, “you don’t need to wear these anymore.”
Y/n’s fists quickly clenched preventing her from taking them off. “No – my – my hands are cold.”
They frowned but nodded their head, not wasting a second longer. “Enjoy your dance!”
Y/n locked eyes with Shinsuke, letting out a shaky breath before placing her gloved left hand in his. Immediately, her heart raced faster than before and her hand zapped as if she was shocked by electricity.
Shinsuke’s hand closed around her small ones and gripped it tightly, pulling her closer and placing her hand on his shoulders. “Thank you, for sharing a dance with me,” he murmured,  he pulled her close, “is this okay?”
Y/n looked away, blushing profusely under his gaze. “Yes,” she murmured. She could not hear the music yet her body swayed with his lead. Her ears feel hot as it rang with how loud her heart was beating against her chest. His touch felt hot yet cool against hers and she yearned for more.
“Y/n.”
She hummed and looked up, catching his eyes, and noticing how they glowed at her.
“Do you feel it?” He whispered, his words resonating loud and clear as if they were meant only for her to hear.
She nodded her head, biting her lip, not trusting her voice at that moment.
A smile spread across his face, revealing a single dimple on his right cheek. “I feel it too,” he whispered, leaning in gradually until their foreheads gently touched. It was a simple yet intimate gesture between the two individuals who had just met but felt as though they had known each other for a lifetime.
To any onlooker, it would be evident that these two were soulmates. The intensity of their gaze and the effortless grace with which they waltz spoke volumes as if their souls have finally reunited in perfect harmony.
Once the music ended, her heart dropped slightly, her mind racing with what do we do now?
Shinsuke held onto her hand, a silent acknowledgment of the shared connection they both felt. “Will you come with me? Please?” he asked, his voice filled with earnestness.
Without a moment of hesitation, she nodded in agreement as he guide them away from the dance floor.
He guides them to an empty bench out on the garden terrace. He immediately shrugged off his suit jacket, placing it around her shoulders. “Please, have a seat.”
Y/n blushed under his gaze, God, he’s so handsome.
A gentle chuckle escaped Shinsuke’s lips as he gracefully lowered himself to one knee, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. He reached out for her gloved left hand, his thumb caressing her knuckles. “May I… remove it?” he asked, his voice filled with warmth and anticipation.
“Yes,” she whispered. A smile adorned his face, revealing both of his dimples and Y/n’s head tilt back as she lets out a groan, exclaiming, “you’re absolutely torturing me with your dimples.”
Shinsuke made a mental note of her weakness against his dimples, etching it into his memory. With a swift motion, he gently removed her glove and turned her palm upward, his gaze fixated on the initials engraved on her pinky.
His initials.
KS
Swallowing the lump in his throat, he locked eyes with her before glancing down at her soulmate mark. His thumb tenderly brushed over it, and this time, instead of tingling or jolts, a sense of calmness, warmth, and peace washed over him. Shinsuke’s breath trembled as he lift his left pinky, revealing his own soulmate mark – the initials that belong to her.
Y/n blinked, fighting back the tears that welled up in her eyes. She reached out and tenderly touched his mark, a bittersweet smile forming on her lips. “It took us sixteen years, but we finally found each other,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotions. “I shouldn’t complain,” she murmured, holding his hand, “some people wait an eternity to meet their soulmate. Sixteen years may have felt long, but what truly matters is that we found each other.” With determination in her eyes, she raised her pinky, a symbolic gesture. “I don’t want to waste any more time,” she declared, her words filled with a sense of urgency and desire to embrace their newfound connection.
“Me too,” Shinsuke whispered, linking his pinky with hers.
. .
The ring on Y/n’s finger shimmered, catching the light with a radiant sparkle. Just a few weeks after their fateful encounter, Y/n and Shinsuke exchanged vows in a small and intimate wedding ceremony. It was customary for soulmates to marry soon after finding each other, and both Shinsuke and Y/n were eager to seize the opportunity and avoid any further separation. Time was too precious to waste.
Stepping out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, Shinsuke’s eyes widened as the dimly lit bedroom was suddenly brightened, illuminated by the flickering candles on the cake being carried by Y/n. After a tiring day out in the field, he indulged in a long shower, craving the comfort of his home and spending the rest of his day with his wife.  
“Happy birthday Shinsuke!”
He couldn’t remember the last time he celebrated his birthday with a cake and candles.
“Make a wish, Shin,” Y/n whispered, eyes gleaming with love.
He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them and blowing out the candles. Shinsuke takes the cake out of her hands and set it on their dresser before approaching her.
Y/n gazed into his eyes and immediately recognized the familiar look within them. Y/n discovered that Shinsuke wasn’t as sociable as Tenkin, but he spoke through his silence, specifically through his eyes.
As he was at the moment.
She lets out a hesitant laugh, knowing what is about to come with those dark and dilated eyes. They are illuminated with passion and love. Love just for her. Y/n backed up until her back was pressed against the wall and Shinsuke reached out to grasp her hips, pressing himself against her. “Shin…” she half moaned and gasped when his towel dropped from his waist, allowing her to feel his erect bulge pressing against her.
His fingers slowly began bunching up her nightgown from below the waist. “Y/n,” he whispered hoarsely into her ear, his voice barely audible, “I’ve made a wish…”
Y/n feels his fingers rubbing between her legs, she can feel his smile against her cheek as he discovers she wore no panties underneath. It has become futile wearing panties when he was just going to throw them at the end of the bed. “Y – yes and…”
“And are you going to make my wish come true?”
“If I can…”
“Oh, I know you can…” Shinsuke hooked an arm underneath one knee, hiking her leg around his hip. He rubs his cock along her pussy and she can feel his precum smearing along her slit. “Will you let me make love to you without a condom?”
Y/n trails her hands up and along his muscular tanned arms until she can cup his face, pulling his head down for a kiss. “It’s your birthday, my body, heart, and soul is yours, do as your please.”
With her permission, Shinsuke thrust inside her, feeling the complete rawness of skin-to-skin contact. “Fuck, you’re so tight… how are you so tight when we make love practically every night?”
Y/n kissed him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and lifting herself to wrap both her legs around his waist. Shinsuke easily held her, slowly creating a pace and savoring the euphoric bliss. “Can we throw away the condoms? I don’t think I can… go back to using them.”
“Do you want to make a baby, Shin?” Y/n rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts. “We will make a baby at the rate we are going if we don’t use condoms anymore.” She runs her finger through his hair, “you can’t get enough of me just as I can’t get enough of you…”
His breath is heavy as he contemplates her question, “I wanna have more time with you before we have kids,” he whispered against her lips, “we have only just found each other and we still have time before we start making babies.”
Y/n hummed, agreeing. “Babies?”
Shinsuke shifted her against the wall and began to fasten his thrusts. “Of course… babies… as many babies.”
Their bedroom began resonating with their moans and the sound of skin on skin.
“Shin,” Y/n moaned, “I’m – I’m ovulating – it may not be the best time to cum inside of me.” His hips only seemed to increase with deeper and harder penetration. “Shin… Shin – oh… I’m so…”
His grip on her thighs tighten as he came inside of her, and the thoughts of Y/n ovulating and him cumming inside of her fertile womb tipped him over the edge. Forget his words moments ago about waiting on making babies. “Let’s make a baby now…”
Y/n’s laugh echoed throughout their room as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist, Shinsuke assisted by gently helping her back on her feet. “There’s a high chance we just made one now.” She leaned herself onto the tip of her toes to press her lips against his, for a soft kiss. “But I would love to make a baby with you.”
“Babies,” he corrected, pecking her lips and walking backward, and pulling her along as they both fall onto their bed. “I want babies with you.”
. . .
E/n: I swear, he's just the sweetest man in my head. Now back to editing my other works... or creating new stuff...
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junosmindpalace · 1 year
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come into my arms
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☾ ft. shinsuke kita
☾ sfw. kita misses you while you sleep. 1.2k
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kita has always been used to waking up early. 
since he was a child it was always kita’s way to have a productive start to his mornings, waking up as early as 5am to start his routines. that habit of waking up at absurd hours of the morning proved useful as it carried into adulthood, and today he wakes up early every morning to tend to his farm. 
he enjoys the serenity in those hours, the peace the dawn brings. he can focus solely on himself, he can work as slowly or as quickly as he pleases, and this is just the way things have always been. 
it wasn't unusual for this habit of his to start rubbing off on you over the years. he’d never want to disturb your sleep, and he takes extra care in moving carefully around the house as he gets ready to start his chores so as to not wake you. but sometimes you’d follow short of him when you’d no longer feel his body heat or gentle breathing beside you. he’d urge you to go back to bed, but you’d insist on starting the day alongside him.
and so kita’s mornings became all the more meaningful and beloved as he gets to enjoy the serenity with you not far from him. at first, he thinks that his routines may be disrupted with you awake, but you only served him more comfort and more joy and proved to be a helpful presence instead of an intrusive one. 
early mornings with you were great. getting dressed together, making small talk over breakfast, watching the sun rise…
as kita slowly rose up from your shared bed, he looked over his shoulder at you hugging the duvet close around your shoulders. he smiled at the sight and let his gaze linger on your figure before getting up with a stretch, headeding toward the bathroom to start the day.
even though kita’s sleeping habits have rubbed off on you, you still tended to wake up a while after him, and kita usually takes the bit of extra time to start preparing breakfast. each meal was prepped with the utmost care and consideration for the day. something light? something quick to make? or perhaps something new just to have an eventful start to your morning.
but as he was finishing up, he realized that in the still of his home, he hasn’t heard any noise from your room. 
heading to investigate, he took notice of you still laying cozied in your bed, curled up and completely gone from the rest of the world. kita’s eyebrows turned upward with a sympathetic look as he sighed. 
your work from last night took you into the early morning, far after kita had already retreated to bed himself. you must’ve been exhausted, catching up on the couple of hours you sacrificed the morning earlier. no matter. kita would continue on with his chores as he always did. 
setting aside your meal for when you woke, he proceeded on with his regular routine; checking the weather, getting dressed. usually he’d be mumbling with you as he did so, but as he occasionally looked over at your sleeping figure, he knew it’d be best to let you rest for a while longer. 
but something about your one time absence threw kita for a loop. he still took pleasure in watering the plants around his home, in eating the food he made himself, in tidying up some small messes. but he also felt your absence in all of these things, missing watching you slowly feed yourself, missing you in the mirror beside him as he brushed his teeth and rinsed the sleep out of his face, missing a comment or two about his messy hair and having you ruffle it up some more before gently combing through it with your fingers. 
he eyed you as he cleaned up your bedside table that had become clustered as you worked last night, and again as he slipped into his boots and coat. subconsciously, he’s trying to find any sign of sleeping wearing off you with each glance into your room, but you only ever shifted slightly to sink further into your pillow. 
even though he’d be robbed of your presence as he worked outside, he’d at least have the morning sun to keep him company, and he stood outside basking in the sun's first early morning rays as he worked. 
some time went by and as kita finished up his morning chores outside, he found himself giddy as he thought of seeing you up at the kitchen table. to think that he’d miss your presence so much- it was only one morning!
he put away his outdoor gear and glanced over at the kitchen, a small frown morphing onto his face when he realizes nothing has been touched. he slowly makes his way toward your shared bedroom to find the sheets a jumble, a result of you detangling yourself from them…
only to find you still sleeping away. 
kita deflates a little at the sight. of course, he wants nothing more than for you to get your rest. rest is healthy, it’s what you need to function throughout the day. but kita also misses you. 
he thinks back to a time when he used to handle all his morning chores by himself and wonders how he ever managed them without you as he ponders what to do with himself next. it feels like such a time never existed, and it’s hard for him to think of how to occupy himself. 
he settles onto the couch with his laptop and phone and decides to catch up with some friends and respond to some emails. he turns on the TV and makes sure the news isn’t too loud (but also loud enough) and uses it as white noise for his work. every couple of minutes he glances at the time in the bottom right of his screen. 
ten minutes. twenty. thirty. his eyes glance over to the kitchen entrance before quickly looking away. he’s getting antsy, he realizes. his mind keeps wandering off, something just not quite right. he tries to focus on his work for another ten minutes. another twenty. and eventually he sets aside his laptop, turns off the TV and makes a beeline for your room. 
he would never normally do something such as this. being with you has led him to compromise, he thinks, because only you would be able to break him apart from his usual routine to join you in bed even after he had woken up. 
kita changes back into his night wear and slowly slips back under your shared cover, moving closer and closer to you until he’s hugging you to his chest, an arm around your waist and another under your pillow. his head meets your back, and the sudden pressure has you stirring awake a little. he hears you squirm around and his heart starts to pick up speed as he hears you mumble out for him.
“shin?”
“i’m here.” 
he moves his head so it’s resting in the crook of your neck, and you turn on your back to throw your arm behind his neck, your free hand cradling his head and slowly carding through his tufts of hair. he immediately relaxes further against you and into the bed, closing his eyes in satisfaction.
“shouldn’t you be up?”
“i finished all my chores. i came to join you.”
because kita can’t imagine doing anything else in that moment but enjoy the rest of the morning in your arms.
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strwbrryeyes · 3 months
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𓆩♡𓆪 kita as a best friend
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⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, i think thats it.
⟡ a/n: i started writing this right before my class started and after i spilled my smoothie. also this is kinda long whoops.
⟡ best friend series: suna, atsumu, osamu, aran, || masterlist
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best friend kita who you met at a class rep meeting your first year of high school after you ran into him and spilled your drink on him while you were leaving.
best friend kita who said it was okay after you started crying while apologizing.
best friend kita who brought you a cupcake the next day.
best friend kita who you got closer to when you guys were both made members of the student body council.
best friend kita who invites to to his volleyball games because you said that you wanted to learn more about it.
best friend kita who enjoys looking for you in the stands even though his stoic expression remains. he loves seeing you cheer when he steps on the court and score while yelling "THATS MY BEST FREIND RIGHT THERE!" while shaking the person next to you in excitement.
best friend kita who the entire team teases whenever you're around because they can't believe that he's only friends with someone as gorgeous and outgoing as you.
best friend kita who didn't go to college because he wanted to work on the farm but still made time to visit you at college.
best friend kita who you visit over spring break and meet his grandma for the first time.
best friend kita who is embarrassed when his grandma says that you two would make a lovely couple.
best friend kita who wakes up one morning during your visit and sees you helping his grandma around the house.
best friend kita who realizes in that moment that he wanted to be more than just friends with you.
best friend kita who gives you a tour of the farm and garden and is in awe at how you look at all the flowers.
best friend kita who asks you out in the middle of the garden while handing you your favorite flower.
best friend kita who automatically smiles, picks you up, and spins you around.
best friend kita who is now boyfriend kita who tells his grandma right away and the both of you get pulled into a hug from her.
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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i know kita is so smart and so confident and suave, but you CANNOT convince me that sometimes, his intrusive thoughts win and he gets caught in his own head in the cutest ways.
like one day, he went to throw away a candy wrapper while still holding his phone- he ended up throwing his phone in the trash and holding the wrapper.
a few weeks ago, he was bringing a glass of juice to his spot on the couch, and for whatever reason, he threw it. on the couch. a complete moment of thoughtlessness that had him in a tizzy.
when he was dog sitting for the twins, one of the treats smelled like bacon, and he took a bite. he tossed it all back up, and he’d rather chew on glass than have anyone know he let his thoughts go that buckwild.
yesterday, suna sneezed, and he said a simple, albeit oddly firm “be quiet.” he apologized relentlessly, while suna just stifled his laughter as best as he can (which was not very) because where the literal hell did that come from?
atsumu had a rice grain on his cheek, and when he went to go take it off, for some god knows reason, he ate it. the twin was in absolute shambles.
just. kita is mr perfect, but god if his own brain doesn’t try its hardest to crack that whole facade and bring him down.
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teamatsumu · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 -> day 28
double penetration - kita shinsuke x reader x miya osamu
word count: 1186
warnings: smut, swearing, kita and reader are in an established relationship, fluff towards the end
kinktober masterlist
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You liked to believe you knew your boyfriend, Kita Shinsuke, pretty well.
You had met as mere kids in diapers. You had grown up with him. You knew of his careful routine, his vigilant schedule. You knew how caring he was, how wonderfully attentive. His love for his profession, hours and hours put into his precious fields, to earn a living for himself and you, his loving, doting housewife. All of these qualities, and more, were what made you fall in love with him in the first place.
Never in your wildest dreams did you think Kita would ever suggest something like this.
You stared into his burning gold eyes with tears in your own, mouth dropped open, struggling to breathe. He reached for your face, careful thumb brushing over your wet cheek. You inhaled deeply as your body was jostled forward again, your stare with Kita breaking as your eyes squeezed shut and a low groan sounded from behind you.
“Go slow, Osamu.” You heard Kita say. “She’s hurtin’.”
A huff from the man in question. “I thought ya said ya prepped her for this.”
“Apparently not enough.” Came the reply.
It took another few minutes before Osamu was fully buried inside you, both men finally filling you up to the hilt. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, shaky and broken.
“Relax, sweetheart.” You heard your husband’s voice, gentle and doting in your ear. You felt his hand run through your hair where your head rested against his shoulder, trying with everything in you to undo how tense your muscles were. You weren’t used to this. You and Kita enjoyed a very vanilla sex life. It wasn’t even until one month ago that Kita had started playing with your ass, experimenting by prodding it, then entering, fingering, fucking.
You had loved it.
“Shinsuke,” you lifted yourself up, supporting your weight with your hands on Kita’s chest. You felt your back brush against Osamu’s front, felt his breath hit the back of your neck as your movement caused both men to shift inside you.
“You okay, baby?” Kita intertwined the fingers of his right hand with your left, the other running slowly down your side for comfort.
You nodded. “Feels- feels good.”
Kita’s lips turned up slightly in a smile. “Yeah?”
You nodded.
Kita shifted his hips then, just enough to change the angle of his cock in your pussy, causing you to whine. Behind you, Osamu groaned.
“Don’t do that, Kita-san.” His voice was so strained it caused worry to stir in your chest. “She’s clenchin’ round me so tight. I’ll cum too quick.”
Your cheeks burned at how crude he sounded, and you would feel embarrassed if you weren’t so preoccupied with how stuffed you were. Growing up with Kita meant growing up with Osamu too. He was your friend. And now here he was, buried balls deep in your asshole.
“Move, Osamu.” Kita finally said, before holding your hips tight with both hands, planting his feet steadily on the bed, and thrusting up into you.
You cried out and Osamu groaned, immediately following suit. You felt the breath get knocked out of you, eyes rolling up as both men began moving in earnest.
The sounds filling the air were nothing short of filthy, wet squelching that caused your body to heat up in embarrassment, yet somehow made you even more horny. God, you had never felt like this before. Never for one second were you left empty. If Kita pulled out, Osamu thrusted back in, and when Osamu left you, Kita filled you up. You couldn’t breathe with how shot every nerve in your body was, eyes crossing when Kita quickly found your sweet spot, making you yelp and arch back, once again making soft contact with the sturdy torso behind you.
Osamu’s arm wrapped around your waist, holding you in place against his chest. His teeth grazed the side of your neck before leaving a tiny bite on the skin.
“Watch it,” Kita choked out. “No marks.”
Osamu’s lips replaced his teeth then, moving up to nibble at your earlobe. Throughout all of it, neither men even slowed their pace. You felt your body jerk and jolt, manhandled by these two men as they used you for their pleasure. You moaned loudly at the thought.
“F-fuck.” Osamu groaned into your ear. “F-feels so good, Y/N-san. Yer tight as anythin’.”
The undulating of three bodies felt heavenly. Touches felt on every part of you at any given time. Your holes ached, as if protesting the intrusion, the carving of big cocks inside your tight insides. Kita’s hands ran over your thighs, soothing any ache that formed with your position, while Osamu’s big hand ran over your front, groping and squeezing your breast with eager motions. Kita’s noises were low and consistent, small groans leaving his lips every few seconds. Osamu was louder, whining and cursing in your ear as if he was losing his virginity all over again.
You were so turned on you couldn't think straight.
You felt a familiar thumb find your clit, clenching hard when Kita started working it in tight, hard circles. You wailed at the feeling, almost trying to push away from it. It was too much. It was all so overwhelming-
“I’m gonna cum,” you weeped, eyes catching your husband’s while your nails dug into the arm Osamu had wrapped around you. “Shinsuke, I’m gonna cum.”
“Do it, baby.” He replied, tugging you down onto his body again and holding your hips still as both him and Osamu picked up the pace. You screamed and cried as your orgasm hit you full force, briefly whiting out your vision and making your body twitch and jerk all over. You heard Osamu moan, low and loud, before he buried himself in you to the hilt and warmth spread inside you. Kita was next, thrusting a few more times before he came as well, groaning and huffing in your ear.
You fell limp onto Kita, wincing when Osamu slowly pulled out, his cum dripping down to where you and Kita were still joined. Kita made no move to do the same. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around you, turning you both to your sides.
You heard Osamu mumble something about a shower before pattering out of the room, leaving you in the warmth of your husband’s arms. You let your eyes fall shut.
“You okay?”
You hummed and nodded, hugging him tighter. You felt him lay a kiss on the crown of your head.
“I take it that you’ll wanna do that again?”
You giggled and looked up at him, grinning sheepishly. “Was it that obvious?”
He ran a hand through your hair, pushing it off your forehead. “You shoulda’ seen yerself, baby. Pretty little thing, moanin’ and cryin’ on our cocks. Ya looked like ya were gonna pass out.”
You groaned and buried your head into his chest again, feeling it vibrate with his laugh. A smile tugged at your lips when you heard the shower turn on in the next room.
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shoulmate · 1 year
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"I wish soulmates were real."
"Hm?" Kita asks from the seat next to you; from the corner of your eye you see him look up from his book to you then track your line of sight to the canoodling classmates in the front of the room. "What did you say?"
"Nothing," you mumble and slowly sink down to the desk resting your head on your arms.
The silver fox gives you a cursory glance before going back to his book.
Your eyes follow Kita as he leaves you and Ojiro to finish your lunches and goes off to do who knows what.
You sigh.
"I think you should just tell him," Ojiro says between bites without looking at you.
A warm breeze wafts over campus, a gesture of fool's spring as if the universe wants to make a mockery of Aran's suggestions. You reply "absolutely not." Your hands grip the edge of the bench so tightly it feels like your knuckles are going to rip through. "You saw how many gifts and confessions he got on Valentine's Day."
Ojiro snorts. "You weren't even here for Valentine's Day. You skipped, remember?"
"Yeah and I'm glad I did. With people flocking to him even on the day after I'm glad I wasn't here to see it on the day-of."
"You think that was bad? You haven't heard what it was like for the second years."
"Absolute bedlam. I've heard." You exhale hotly through your nose. "But I don't care. The twins and Suna can have everyone's attention. I'd actually prefer it if they could draw even more attention than they already do...maybe it would make this easier."
"Make what easier?" Ojiro chuckles playfully. "Confessing?"
"Shuddup," you grumble, stifling a smile, and try to elbow him in the ribs; he dodges. "I'm just saying..." You sigh leaving the thought unfinished.
"You should've just become the manager when he asked," points Ojiro.
"I know," you growl in irritation at yourself. "I was just...scared."
"And now? With graduation just around the corner?"
"I'm terrified," you admit and scuff your shoes on the ground. "What if school's the only reason we're friends? What if we graduate and go our separate ways and never see or talk to each other again? What if he never wants anything to do with me?!"
"Uh...I don't know. Maybe try talking to him first before you freak out."
"Oh what do you know," you quip with a glance at him; the look on his face makes you double-take. "Wait...what do you know...Is there something you know?"
Ojiro's wide eyes flick to you before returning to his bento; he promptly shoves too much food into his mouth to answer.
"Oh my god...Ojiro...Did...did something happen on Valentine's day?" Your mind starts to race. "Did...did he accept someone's confession? Ohmygod, he did. Didn't he?! He accepted someone's confession and now...Now they're dating!" You clutch Ojiro's arm so tight he winces and struggles to pull away. "Aren't they! Kita's dating someone, isn't he? Isn't he!"
Ojiro finally twists his arm out of your claw and forces a lump of food down. "Could you not rip my arm off?" He huffs and shakes his head. "You're overthinking, again, before you know anything."
Holding back pure annoyance for the giant teddy bear you slowly exhale. "Then can you tell me what I don't know. Please."
He pushes the food around with his chopsticks clearly debating if he should say anything. "I...promised I wouldn't say."
"OH MY G--"
"Before you freak out again," he quickly cuts you off and pulls you back down to the bench as you had hopped to your feet. "Just give me a second to figure out what would be okay to tell you...." His brow furrows, eyes moving around like he's searching his brain before he looks at you again. "Kita..." He takes a deep breath. "Kita wasn't here on Valentine's Day either."
He braces for an explosive reaction but you've stayed still.
Eyes blinking intently you say "what?"
"Kita...wasn't here...on Valentine's Day," repeats Ojiro.
Light bulbs slowly turning on in your mind, your eyes slowly widen. "Kita...Kita was...Kita was sick?!" You go into overdrive again. "He was sick and I didn't know! And I was just at home moping around when he was suffering and probably didn't have anyone to take care of him because everyone else was preoccupied with their own lives and--" you take a dramatic, gasping inhale and Ojiro slaps a hand over your mouth forcing you to breathe through your nose.
"Kita wasn't sick," explains Ojiro like he's talking to a toddler. "He said he was...but he wasn't...He didn't..." Ojiro chooses his words carefully. "He...skipped...school."
The bell rings and Ojiro's forced to free you so he can quickly clean up his lunch; you're stuck in a state of confusion.
"Come on. We're gonna be late." He urges you up and back to class.
Ojiro keeps throwing you odd looks during class and by the increasing worry etched on his features, you do not look well.
At the end of the day he's not the only one who's noticed.
Kita gently says your name, a question, as the rest of the class is leaving. "Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm...not sure," you answer vaguely, unable to look at him. You miss the worried look he exchanges with Ojiro.
"Come on, let's get you some rest." Kita takes your bag and you follow him out without thinking, stuck in a fog.
Why would Kita skip school? Mister perfect, Mister no-gaps-Kita-Shinsuke, Mister what's-a-failing-grade, skip school?
The nurse's office is empty when you get there so Kita encourages you onto a cot himself and doesn't hesitate to pull a chair up next to you.
"You have to get to practice," you quietly offer, staring at the ceiling.
Kita calmly says "Aran will take care of them until I get there. This is more important right now."
"Okay." Still dazed and confused, exhausted from the roller coaster of your own emotions and comforted by Kita's soft and reassuring breaths you can feel sleep start lapping at your body.
"Can I ask you something?" Kita's voice promptly snaps you awake again. You gulp and nod. After a long moment, in a voice so quiet you can barely hear it, he asks "why do you wish soulmates were real?"
You're glad he already thinks you're not feeling well because you're sure the expression on your face would belie any composure you try to muster but he waits patiently, unpressuringly as you continue to stare at the ceiling.
"Because..." your voice is hoarse with nerves, "...I think I would just...I'd want...to know who's right for me...And who I'm right for...without the trial-and-error." The weight of self-doubt settles on your chest. "To know...with certainty...that there's a person out there who loves me for me...and I love back."
"You're a doubtful person," he states.
"To the core." You give a mirthless, dry laugh as your mind starts to compare you to the polished, proper boy--no, man--next to you. It makes sense...why you would have such strong feelings for the reliable captain.
And then it hits you.
The unlikely pairing you would be. How unlikely it would be that if soulmates did exist, that the two of you would belong together.
Kita remains quiet and, emboldened by the realization that the two of you would never--could never--happen you ask "why did you skip school last week?"
"Hm?" he asks though there's no way he didn't hear you.
"Why did you skip school last week? On Valentine's Day." You stare up resolutely, fists clenched under the blankets.
"Oh." He clears his throat. "I wanted to remove myself from any possible uncomfortable situations."
"Uncomfortable situations?" Really? Him? Skipping school because he didn't want to be uncomfortable?! You press for more. "Like what?"
From the corner of your eye you see him shift in his chair; the movement draws your attention and for the first time since you got in bed you look at him as he looks away.
"I...Didn't want to watch the person I like receive confessions," he stonily admits.
You give another dry laugh at the single similarity between you. "Well, I can understand that." He gives you a sideways, questioning look and you shrug. "I skipped for that same reason."
He turns back to you, brow furrowed in his adorable seriousness. "You skipped school? That was very irresponsible."
You laugh, a real one this time, and prop yourself up on an elbow. "You did the same thing."
"Doesn't matter." He shifts indignantly.
With a roll of your eyes you lay back down and quiet falls between you.
"Who was it?" Kita asks with all his usual assuredness.
"Hm?" You say though you definitely heard him.
"Who was it? That you were...unwilling to see receive confessions?"
Maybe it's the strange situation.
Maybe it's the strange day or what you learned at lunch.
Maybe it's the reminder that graduation's coming and your time is running out.
"You." The word slips from you like a spring bird and fills the room. "I like...you...Kita."
Instinctively you turn to look at him bracing for rejection in those steadfast brown eyes
but find none.
He's staring at you, eyes wide in disbelief, as he slowly blushes. He swallows thickly and his lips part in surprise leaving you speechless.
"I...I like you, too," he says quietly and something shifts. Something clicks into place, something lines up, indescribably pulled firm between you.
You can feel the deep affection welling up, tearing in the corner of your eyes as he slowly smiles and says "You don't have to wish soulmates were real..."
"You can't...you don't know..." you stutter in uncertainty.
He gently brushes your cheek, wiping away stray moisture, with a reassuring smile. "I can. And I do."
You're too overwhelmed to say anything.
"I promise you that I love you and you never have to doubt that." He leans in to rest his forehead on yours. "Foxes
mate for life."
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noosayog · 11 months
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[Wedding Season] - ft. Kita Shinsuke
wc: 500
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“Kita?” you call from the bathroom. 
“Hmm?”
Your face feels a bit flush. “Can you please help me?” 
You hear the rustling of the bedsheets, probably Kita getting up. There’s the sound of his footsteps, muffled by the thin carpet, louder every time he takes a step closer until he’s right at the bathroom door. 
“What is it?” he asks. 
You make one last ditch attempt at pulling the zipper up, to no avail. 
Kita knocks once, calling your name in question. 
You open the door just enough to crane your neck out, holding your dress up by the neckline. “My zipper’s stuck.” 
He nods. “Let me help ya, then.” 
You step away from the door, turning your exposed back to him and clutching the top of your dress like a lifeline. 
When Kita steps in, he easily steps right up to you, splaying one of his large palms on your lower back, the other hand deftly pulling the zipper up. 
The affair couldn’t have lasted 3 seconds, but you felt every centimeter of the zipper close, each notch sealed together making your temperature rise a bit. When the zipper reaches the top, you exhale heavily and mumble a soft “thank you” at the floor. 
Kita however, does not step away. Instead he reaches the hand that was on the zipper around to tilt your chin up to meet his eyes in the mirror. His other palm is still flat and steady on your lower back. 
“Ya look beautiful.” 
You gulp, positive he can feel it with his thumb and pointer finger under your chin and pinky grazing your jugular. 
“Kita,” you manage to whisper. 
Kita closes in, face coming in to drop a light kiss at your pulse point. Then he rises back up to his full height, only to firmly guide your jawline upwards and your head back to meet him for a kiss. 
You close your eyes and revel in the feeling of his steady hold on your chin, the snaking of his forearm around your waist, and the solid press of his lips against yours. You feel his tongue slide against your closed lips once. You’re ready to open up for him, when he pulls away, tugging lightly on your lower lips as he goes. 
“Sorry,” he breathes out. 
You’re left staring at him in confusion. 
“I did not want to do this in the bathroom of the hotel. I was going to ask ya to dance after the ceremony, then ask ya to be mine. A little more romantic than this.” 
As you look into his eyes, still catching your breath, you see that he doesn’t look very sorry. In fact, he looks quite pleased, content to keep one arm wrapped around your torso and the other under your chin to keep your eyes glued to his. 
It’s too much and you break eye contact, staring back at the floor, but giving him your answer in the way you press back harder against his chest and intertwine your fingers through the ones resting on your belly. 
You hear him laugh breathily in your ear, reading you like a book. It’s easy when you let him pull you by the hand and out the door. 
“Let’s go darlin’”
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જ⁀➴ ₊⊹ ♡ˎˊ˗ calla. — kita shinsuke
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wc; 1.0k | down baddery at its finest with shin. 🎧 calla. w2e — if you don't have enough sunlight / i'll blow the clouds away
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It’s on cold mornings like this that have you pressing so close to Shinsuke that he fears you’ll melt right through his skin and settle into the marrow of his bones. Not that he’d mind—he knows that he’s a furnace and you an icebox, that he’d set all his harvest alight just to warm your hands.
Chilled fingers snake under the hem of his shirt, traveling across the smoothness of his belly to curl over his sides, running up the toned and freckled expanse of his wide back to settle a breadth above the knob at the base of his neck. Your nails scrape against his nape as you play with the sparse grey strands that lay there, the ink-dipped ends of them coiling.
“Mornin’,” he murmurs, the low roil of thunder on a horizon, a promise of rain, telltale with petrichor. Your breath feathers against his clavicle from where your sleepy mouth brushes against the hollow of his throat.
You say nothing though, responding only with the press of your freezing toes against his warm shins. The cold punches through bone, icing over his tendons as you thaw out with the help of his warmth.
“You’re freezin’, baby,” Shinsuke murmurs again, a grit-gravel roughness on his heavy tongue. You only curl closer into him, a blooming vine to a sturdy trellis, and sniffle wetly.
The world sits still in its in-betweens, sun barely lolling over the horizon for a slow, sweet dawn—the rays dawdle frozen at the edge of the world and paint your shared bed blue with the fading moon. The light plays a pale, nearly harsh haze over your face, shadow’s edges burnished with a brilliant highlight as if you were something otherworldly than a regular person.
He’s kissing your forehead when you mumble something into the gooseflesh rising on his throat—Shin, no, I’ll get’cha sick because the Hyogo chill finally caught up to you, or—Shin, the heater’s broken again because the wires freeze over before the dawn thaws them out on cold mornings like this.
Your hand falls down the gentle curve of his spine, resting in the cusp of muscle at the base of his back, fingers lingering in the dimpled skin. The time your touch has spent at his warm neck leaves a soft heat stirring in its wake, trailing gooseflesh at the barest brush of your nails on the pale slope of his body.
( Oh, if this were what heaven is like— )
Shinsuke feels your sigh before he hears it, the stretch of your ribs, the widening of your lungs straining against his strong arms. Your lashes flutter, brushing with the soft underside of his jaw.
Voice wrinkled and coarse with the cold, “‘M hungry.” He feels your stomach rumble before he hears it too, tremors and vibrations traveling through your skin like live wires.
“Breakfast in bed?” he questions, lips coming down to press against your temple, marred and rippled with pillow lines. He laughs quietly, ribs shaking and rumbling with it, when you dip your head to nuzzle at his clavicle wordlessly. “Okayu sound good for you?”
“Come back when you’re done,” you murmur, feather light touches falling away when he sits up to slide out of the sheets, worn nightshirt falling back over his soft belly. Shinsuke twists, mattress dipping under the extra weight, cupping the soft swell of your cheek and giving you one last kiss before padding off.
He slows at the doorway for a second too long, just enough to see you wriggle beneath the covers and curl up where he’d laid, the thawing heat of him still clinging between the threads of the sheets. You press your face into his pillow and wave him off lazily.
When he comes back, he finds that you’ve been buried completely by the covers in your search of warmth, wriggling beneath the duvet. Shinsuke balances the bowl of congee atop his strong fingers, knocking against the doorframe to see you pop your head out from the thick blanket.
You yawn, saline gathering at the corners of your eyes, swallowing in an effort to chase away the sharp ache in your throat. He blows over the rice gruel as you sit up and rub your face blearily, sniffling.
“‘M sick sick,” you say, voice nasally and obscured by congestion. Shinsuke smiles, soft like the waking dawn that’s spilling over you oh-so-warmly.
“Aren’t’cha a whiner. Told you not to make snow angels without a hat,” he teases between the breaths he blows over the porridge—you accept the spoonful without complaint, “ but I know you like it when I feed you though.”
“Who wouldn’t want to be fed by the best farmer in the prefecture?” Shinsuke raises a brow, fond, watching you swallow down another mouthful of the watery rice. “Sorry—the strongest, most good-looking farmer who cooks amazing food and is the best grandson any granny could ask for.”
He chuckles when he runs out of the breaths skimming slipstreamed over the congee, bumping the plastic edge of the soup spoon against your lips. “You missin’ something?”
The soup is tucked into the pockets of your cheeks, giving you a pufferfish-like appearance as you ponder in faux wonderment.
“Right,” you mumble through your swallowing, “my boyfriend, too.” You grin at him, bright like the oncoming dawn—he realizes here that he needs you in the way a plant craves the light, a sunflower that will always turn its face to the sun.
Despite your protests, he cups the curve of your jaw in his palm—reveres the way the joints of him fit perfectly against your grooves, like he was carved for you, sashimono—and presses his nose against your face. Breathes you in, the wind of the line-dried sheets and the heady scent of freshly turned earth and the light, familiar musk of petrichor lingering like a cast on your skin.
( You smell like him, and he probably smells like you. He’s truly become yours in every sense possible. )
“…get’cha sick, Shin.” Your words fade into his hearing, a break in the reverie. Shinsuke smiles into your cheek, nose flattened against your temple.
“S’okay. I love you.”
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p.s.; first fic here how r we feeling. i've been having severe w2e brainrot, i srsly cannot go a day without screaming lyrics at least once haha. here's some words u might not have known: okayu = rice porridge, sashimono = japanese wood joinery!!
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sixosix · 2 years
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kita shinsuke: love letters
gn!reader, kita is a piece of shit and you love it, confessions
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“what the hell is this?”
kita obediently looks up from his book, eyeing the envelope on your desk. he glances back up at you, confused. you’re looking at it like it’s offended you personally, your face twisted in what could only be described as scandalized.
“a love letter,” he says, because that’s what it is. you think he starts mumbling something about if the heart stamped on it somehow made you think otherwise.
“yeah, okay,” you humor him, still in disbelief. it makes him frown. “why is it on my desk?”
“because... i assume it’s addressed to you?” kita closes his book, now giving you his full attention.
“what? no way. doesn't maia-chan sit next to me? they probably meant to put it on her desk-- here--” you pause, reading the words on the front. to: y/n, which indicated that they didn’t mean to put it on maia-chan’s desk.
“oh,” you say eloquently, fingers twitching.
damn. it's almost like this person knew you were going to say that.
kita has the nerve to look smug when you look embarrassed.
“is it… is this a death threat? am i in danger?” you let your voice drop to a whisper, studying the envelope, pinched between two fingers as if you’re ready to throw it away at any second. “what if this is a letter from some criminal and they need my fingerprints all over the evidence!”
“that's illegal, y/n-san,” kita says, because obviously, it is.
you squint at the offending piece of paper. “exactly. i don't know who the culprit is! they didn't sign it because i’m the one who will be suspected.”
“that sounds… far-fetched,” is all kita can offer to say. “is a love letter really that shocking for you, y/n-san?”
you feign a wince, clutching your chest with a whine. “ouch!” kita doesn’t even blink; he stares blankly, waiting for an answer. “is it that obvious i don’t look like the type to get love letters?”
“that’s not what i meant.”
“so cruel, kita-kun!!!”
kita smiles; at least one of you is enjoying this situation. “are you going to open it?”
“i will! just-- maybe when i walk home. in case it's a bomb, i don't have to risk our classmates.”
“very noble, y/n-san,” he praises as he stands up from his seat and ceremoniously swipes all his books up to his chest.
you blink up at him, now having to crane your neck. “you don’t wanna see the letter?” you could’ve sworn he seemed really interested in you opening it.
he shakes his head, still polite as ever. “i'll be at the gym if you need me.”
that’s a strange thing to say as a goodbye. “o...kay?” everyone knows kita shinsuke will be at the gym anyway. maybe he’s just reminding you in case you actually end up caught in a crime scene and he can protect you with his volleyball-ready arms.
he has really nice arms. you might be staring at it for too long.
“bye, kita-kun!” you say distractedly. “see you tomorrow, okay?”
he bows his head in one quick nod. “see you, y/n-san.” and then he walks away.
what a strange man. you love it.
as you turn back to your desk, you glare hard at the envelope. the flimsy piece of paper drove kita away from what could've been a nice, long conversation you two would usually hold! and it's all because he's too respectful to watch you open a damn love letter.
you sigh. “if it's a joke, well that's on me. if it's not--” you carefully pull it open, “--then it's nice to know i'm somewhat desirable.”
you read the neatly written letters on the paper, eyes flicking across the page.
you drop the paper.
you dropped your jaw, too, probably. it's hard to tell when the only words blaring in your mind are holyshitholyshit and whatthefuckwhatthefuck and that's why he told me that!
without another word, you shove the letter in your pocket -- making sure it won't be too wrinkled, of course -- and speed off.
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you slam open the gymnasium doors, feeling a little hysteric. you probably look the part, too, with your eyes wide and your breathing ragged.
“kita-kun!” is the first thing you declare.
everyone stops to stare at you, surprised. a ball drops from mid-air, squeaking against the tiles.
“oh, sorry,” you’re still somewhat sane, having the decency to look sheepish. at least the coach isn't here yet; that would've been problematic.
though, it's quickly replaced by a wide-eyed squeak when you notice some of the boys are only halfway through taking their shirts off.
kita skillfully flings two shirts to suna’s direction, who slaps the other one on atsumu’s face; the blond miya yelps while the other miya snickers.
kita smiles. “did you read it?” he asks, so patient and soft as if he didn't give you a heart attack moments prior. so sweet and evil, kita shinsuke.
“kita-kun,” is all you can manage to say; still, it's breathless, and on the verge of tipping over a cliff.
he seems to understand. he nods once at his teammates. “practice for a while without me. i'll be back in a few minutes.”
then he jogs his way to you, stops when he's right beside you, and only moves when you move.
“get it, captain!” you think you hear someone whoop before the doors close.
god, you feel your heartbeat every-fucking-where. the letter is heavy where it's been kept, a reminder, a cue, a confession -- for fucks sake you feel like you're dreaming.
“if--” you breathe in sharply; you need to calm down before you make a fool out of yourself with just his eyes on you alone. “if this is some sort of prank, please tell me right now.”
kita tilts his head. so fucking cute goddammit you hate him. you want to kiss him.
“i mean it, kita.”
“do you think i would make fun of my feelings like that?”
you groan. “that's the thing! i know you wouldn't! it makes you all the more convincing as a prankster.”
“it's a good thing i'm not trying to be one, then,” kita smiles wider, he smiles, so unbelievably handsome you can't wrap your head around the mental image of him writing a love letter to you.
“so it's real…?”
“yes.”
“and you meant it?”
“yes.”
“...good!” you exclaim, struggling to keep your composure when you’re so overwhelmed with the need to tackle the boy. “because… because-- i won’t let you take it back, y’know!”
“i wouldn’t.”
so earnest, you muse.
“did you also mean it,” you start, breath hitching when his eyes glint knowingly, “when you said-- um, the--”
“that i want to kiss you?” he laughs at the surprised noise you made at the back of your throat. “yes. i did, and i do.”
“good,” you breathe, eyes round as you stare up at him.
“good,” he whispers back, and then his lips are on yours.
you two stay there for a while, with kita holding your face and your hands… on his arms. it's gentle, sweet, frustrating, and it's so unbelievably kita that your head spins and you feel your knees almost give out.
with all your might, you manage to pull away. “k-kita-kun,” you laugh breathlessly when he chases after you.
he leans back, amused. “y/n-san?”
“you have really nice arms.”
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