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doingitforbokuto · 4 months

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The White Knight - Chapter Two

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Summary: Although the search for your future husband has been put on hold, you still feel like your whole life you are being pushed around by the men in your life. None of them truly care about what you want.. except for one.

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Warnings: mentions of blood and death, talks of arranged marriage

Your Point Of View

From the end of the hallway, you could see your brother standing in front of your bedroom door. It had gotten dark out and you decided it was time to leave the gardens and retire for the night. Your maid was already making her way to the kitchen to fetch your dinner and prepare a tea that the royal physician promised would help you sleep better through the night.

Of course, there was no knight with your brother. The only thing by his side was his sword. He still enjoyed the privilege of only being guarded when it was actually needed.

None of your previous guards had been assigned to follow you wherever you went. When they were with you, they were supposed to keep you safe and what was the point of keeping you safe inside the walls of your own home? It was the general consensus at court that only the king was to be guarded day and night. You have had knights who protected you when you left the castle or when you went to a big gathering like the feasts your father would hold on special occasions. But when no one other than the inhabitants of the castle were around, you had been free to spend your time without a knight by your side. After all, there were enough people that made sure that the castle was guarded and it was thought that no one who could harm you could make their way in.

That was until the last time your father had called together possible suitors for you, the only princess of the kingdom. Two of them had fought in the throne room, in front of theit king - a thing no one had seen coming. Your father was adamant about keeping the peace and keeping troublesome folks out of his castle. Of course there had been times when some of the men gathered at court had tried to settle their differences with a fight, but all of those fights had been caused by political differences or because someone had been insulted. This had been the first time that it had happened because of you. It scared both of you, your father and you. But the decision to tighten the circle drawn around you still hadn't been yours.

All your life, you had noticed the circle your family drawn around you. It limited all of your freedom. All of the space you had been allowed to explore. Where you could go. What you could do. Who you were allowed to talk to. And now, what you were allowed to do on your own - which was practically nothing.

Kita was supposed to be around you all the time. He had little time off, during the night and in the morning, someone else looked after your safety. Then, when you had woken up, gotten dressed and had your breakfast, he would start his duties for the day. He would only leave you for a little while to eat his lunch while you ate yours with your family, surrounded by your father’s guards. Kita would stay with you until you went back to your chambers to retire for the night, which was where you were going right now.

Your brother's eyes found yours and even from a distance, you could see curiosity glimmering in them. They moved from you to Kita, then back to you. Of course, he was here to interrogate you about the newest addition of royal knights.

“Ethan,” you nodded to greet him.

“My prince,” Kita bowed behind you.

Your brother smiled at the two of you. Oh, he was so going to ask you about him. “I've been waiting for you.” You wished you could just wipe that grin off his face. “I just wanted to talk to you for a bit. Why don't we go inside?”

He gestured towards the wooden door that rarely anyone other than you and your maids passed. He let you step in first and turned around to face Kita before following you.

“I think the princess is safe enough with me around. Why don't you go and find the night guard and then retire for the day, Sir Kita?”

Your knight glanced past your brother's figure to you, the slightest hesitation visible in his expression.

“It's alright, Sir Kita. I will see you tomorrow.” You gave him a reassuring smile without even wanting to.

Normally, you made sure that there was a certain distance between you and your knights. The last thing you ever wanted to do was make them believe that you were a woman who was interested in anything other than a practical relationship with her knight. It was your duty to marry a lord your father would pick out for you, so there was no point in searching for love and romance anywhere else. Though you were sure that a lot of the stories of ladys you knew being intimate with their knights while being married to someone else were true, that was not what you wanted to be. It was a princess’ duty to make sure she was respected and to make sure that there was no reason for every people to gossip about or speak lowly of her.

So that was why you always made sure to be a little distanced from your knights. But with Kita, you couldn't help but feel more at ease. It was obvious that he was one of the few people who believed in their duty, who wanted to serve and better their kingdom and lived for the things they believed in, who thought honor and duty to be above anything. He wouldn't make an inappropriate move on you - you hoped. So it was alright to show him a little softness, right? Especially after the scare you gave him earlier today, you still felt a little bad for him and didn't want him to feel like he was failing at his duty once again.

With your reassurance, he bowed again and moved to leave you while your brother closed the door to your bedroom.

“So,” he smirked. “Heard he's a scaredy cat.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment and made your way to the table you normally ate at. “You people will twist someone's words to fit your gossip.”

You took two cups from the middle of the table and poured a little wine into each one.

“Not at all.” Ethan stepped behind you and accepted one of the cups from your hands. “It's just a bit unusual to hear a knight admit that he's scared of dying. Makes him sound like he'll run away from a fight instead of protecting you.” The mischievous gleam was now gone from his eyes and replaced with a serious expression you rarely saw on your brother's face during a private conversation. “Do you really believe that he is the right man to protect you?”

“I know what you're thinking. What you're all thinking.” You shot him a warning look over the edge of your cup. “But I don't know any of the men father has picked out to be my knight. I can't trust any of them completely.”

“Of course not,” Ethan huffed. “But why would you pick out the one man who admits that he is scared to die? Why not pick someone who is ready to fight and die for you if need be?”

“What, like the other one's I've had?” A pained look crossed your brother's face when you said that. “The last ones I've had were just like that, ready to jump into a fight head first - and jump they did. Jumped and left me defenseless.” You looked at the floor and felt like you could still see a puddle of blood by your feet. “I want someone who won't get himself killed in front of my eyes. That might be him. And I don't think that he's someone who will run away from his duty. Do you?"

Your brother sighed and pulled out a chair to sit down. “I don't know, y/n. I really don't know. All I know is that so far all of your knights have done nothing but bring more harm to you. I do not want to see you suffer like that again.”

You sat down next to him. It surprised you that he was expressing his concerns for you this freely. Your brother loved you, of course he did. You knew that - he was your brother after all. But usually, he would tease you and poke a little fun at you, like most siblings do. Your conversations were funny and light hearted. It was rare for him to talk to you so seriously about such a sensitive topic. You weren't even aware that he knew how much you had been suffering because of the deaths of the other knights. It was nice to know that at least someone other than Alysane really cared about your wellbeing.

“I know some other good knights that would make a good protector and could replace him if needed. Just promise me that you'll tell me if you feel like he isn't the right man for you, alright?”

“ ‘The right man for me’? I think father is already taking care of that,” you chuckled, though it came out dry and humorless.

“You know what I mean.” He gave you a stern look. “Anyway, father put the search for a husband on hold for now. I think he's worried about more fights breaking out. So you have to wait for that man anyway.”

Your fingers traced the edge of your cup. Would this be your escape one day? You've seen more than one woman succumb to the numbing properties of wine after getting married.

“I don't want any of them, Ethan,” you whispered.” None of them care about what I want. Father doesn't care about what I want. No one cares about what I want.” You had no idea what possessed you to say this to him, but it felt like you were just desperately trying to push a huge weight off of your shoulders.

“That's not true. You know that that's not true.”

“Oh, really? When has he ever consulted me in the search for my husband? Not once has he asked me what I want in a husband! All that he cares about is a good political match.” This was why you never talked about serious topics with your brother. Never did he understand you!

“He is the king. He has to keep the peace. That is his duty and the duty of the whole royal family. He did his duty when he made peace after the uprising in the east. I did my duty when I fought in a war for our house. Now it is time for you to do yours.”

The tone in his voice was harsh and cold, letting you know that it was best not to talk back. He lifted his cup to his lips before emptying it in one go and slamming it back onto the table.

“Think about that while you can.” With that, he pushed himself up and strode out of the room.

Perhaps you were wrong. Perhaps there really was no one but Alysane who cared about your wellbeing.

You followed your brother's example and emptied your cup in one go. It left a bitter taste in your mouth. You should probably ask your maid to bring you a different one.

The next day, Kita walked suspiciously close to you as he accompanied you to the garden once again. He was on edge and shot you side glances every few seconds. Every now and then, you would catch his hand moving out of the corner of your eye whenever you strayed a bit away from him, almost like he wanted to reach out and hold onto you. Of course, he would never dare and actually touch you unless his duties required it of him, but right now you felt like he wanted to make sure you didn't get lost, like he wanted to make sure that you were still next to him.

On any other man, that kind of behavior might have made you feel unsafe and on edge, but with him, it was different. It was obvious that he didn't mean to be possessive or to touch you inappropriately - after all, he didn't even touch you. All he wanted to do was not lose you. And the fact that he was doing this was probably a consequence of your own actions from the day before.

You knew better than to leave your guards' side. More than once you had witnessed knights being punished for leaving their charge unattended. It was their job - their sworn duty - to give their all, even their life if need be, to make sure they were safe. If they failed, the consequences would be dire. You knew that. You knew all of that. And on any other occasion, you would have been more attentive but having a knight with you in the royal garden.. that was an entirely new experience to you. You truly had just forgotten that he was even supposed to be with you. Today, you would make sure it didn't happen again.

The tea you had tried yesterday did not help you sleep at all. If anything, it made you stay up longer because you were so desperately trying to fall asleep. Maybe it didn't help as much because the herbs in it were already dried two years ago? Perhaps picking fresh herbs and making a new tea would help you.

Deep down, you knew, of course, that that was just wishful thinking. There was no tea to help you, no meal or drink that could make the images of death and blood dissappear from your mind. They were engraved into your memory forever and you could never get rid of them. But perhaps wandering around the garden and busying yourself with the searching, picking and drying of the herbs would keep you distracted from those thoughts.

As you strolled through the gardens you let the sun warm your face. Every now and then you would stop and just let its rays catch on your cheeks. The sun bathed the flowers and plants that had just started to grow after the end of winter in a beautiful light. Little bees and butterflies were busy flying from one flower to another and you could hear the quiet hum of their wings as the passed by you. It felt like everything around you was coming back to life. It almost made you angry.

Why did everything around you have to be so alive, so happy and free while you were being locked away? Why did every little bee and mosquito get to fly wherever they wanted but you, princess of the kingdom, were doomed to stay inside the castle walls forever? Only to be shipped off to the man who would kiss your father's arse the best! Why you, why did it have to be you?! And why didn't anyone see how you were suffering!

Without even meaning to, you had started to just rip out the herbs that were growing in front of you. The basket you had placed on the ground beside your knees to keep the plants you had already picked up bumped against your arm when you ripped our fresh flowers only to throw them onto the ground next to where you kneeling. Intuitively, you gripped the handle of the basket and slammed the poor thing into the flowerbed where is dug into the soft ground and took the last few flowers down with it.

All of the pretty blossoms were smushed, covered in dirt and ripped from their stems. You had beheaded the little ones in front of you and tossed their bodies around until there was nothing left. No more blossoms for the bees to sit on and get their legs covered with pollen by. None for the butterflies to drink from. None for the ants to wander up and down on. None were left. And it was all your fault. Everything was your fault. You were all alone, and it was all your fault.

Your tears had started flowing down your face all on their own and now you couldn't stop them. Your chest heaved with heavy sobs. All you wanted to do was bring back the flowers you had destroyed. You were sorry, so sorry for what you did. It wasn't their fault that these things were happening to you, you were just so irritated and tired and frustrated with everyone and everything around you that you took out all of that frustration on them. And as you got more and more lost in those thoughts, you had destroyed every lovely thing around you until you were all alone.

Your hands started wiping at your face, at your eyes and your nose, trying to wipe off the tears and snot that was dripping down towards your chin. A hand started to move into your blurry field of vision, revealing a small handkerchief.

“Here, princess. Take this.”

Kita was kneeling next to you on one knee. One hand was on his propped up knee, the other one was still holding the handkerchief he had just offered to you. His face was calm but you could tell that he was really just trying to keep his facade up as to not upset you any more. If he was angry or sad, you could not tell.

“Thank you..” You couldn't bring your voice to rise above a whisper but he didn't seem to care as he gently placed the cloth in your hand. It was much softer than you had imagined a knight's handkerchief to be and you couldn't help but wonder if a woman had gifted it to him.

The same hand that had given you the handkerchief was now picking up your sad, little basked. The handle was broken and a few of the wooden strands were sticking out from the sides, but it was still usable. Kita carefully brushed off some of the dirt and started placing the flowers in it that weren't completely broken. His hands were big and rough from the work he did, but they still moved quickly and carefully, not one flower was crushed in between his calloused fingers. Watching him work his way through the battlefield of plants you had left behind was almost calming. It was a shame you didn't get to see him pick flowers more often. Perhaps in another life, he was a gardener. Or maybe even a farmer.

After he was done, he placed the basket back where it stood before you decided to punish it for things it didn't even do.

“What can I do, princess?”

Dumbfounded, you just stared back at him, half of your face still hidden by the now dirty handkerchief. His eyes seemed to pierce into yours, like they were trying to look deep into your mind. It was too much for you to face. “Do?”

“You're.. upset. I want to know what I can do to help you.”

“Oh,” you gave him a sad smile while still avoiding his eyes. “Don't worry about it. It is nothing that you have to protect me from, no one is trying to harm me.”

“I am your knight, princess. It is my duty to protect you from whatever harm may come to you. Physical or otherwise.” He looked at you with genuine worry now. “Please, tell me what it is that is wrong. Or merely tell me what to do to make it better.”

He was really serious about this. He didn't just want to jump in front of a blade for you, he wanted to make sure you were safe. In every sense of the word. Even when it was out of his hands.

“..there is nothing you can do to help me.” You fiddled with the cloth in your hands. “I'm sorry I worried you. It's just..” what were you even doing? There was nothing this knight could do for you, to truly help you. There was nothing anyone could do for you. “I'm just really tired,” you smiled. “I get upset when I can't sleep well, that's all. I've been trying all kinds of things to help me sleep but nothing does.”

He could see right through you. You could see it in your eyes, he was reading you like an open book. You both knew that what you just said was a lie, that your insomnia wasn't the true catalyst of your outburst but thankfully, he decided to play along.

“My grandmother has shown me an herb or two that she likes to mix into her tea blends to drink before bed.” He rose back to his full hight. His broad shoulders cast a shadow over your face and stopped the sun from blinding you as you looked up at him. A few stray hairs stuck up from the sides of his face, ones you'd never noticed if the sun hadn't been shining right onto him. He offered you a hand to help you stand up. “Let me show them to you, my princess.”

His hand felt rough under your soft skin as you settled your hand into his palm. It made you dizzy how smoothly and quickly he pulled you back up to your feet, like he had been waiting his whole life just to do that.

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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decking the halls

an: time to write to my husband, the loving kita shinsuke!! this is a lil bit based off of my own experiences anyway enjoy! this is for my winter event!

pairings: timeskip!kita x fem!reader

warnings: HUSBAND KITA, christmas mentions, food/eating mentions, TONS of pet names, v fluffy, suggestive ending

kita is one of the most dedicated people you've ever met. he puts absolutely everything he can into anything he is doing; working on the farm, helping a friend, even helping out with chores around the house.

that's why christmas this year is going to be exceptional.

when summer was making it's final goodbyes, kita had the realization that this year would be the first christmas the two of you would be celebrating as a married couple. ever since that day, he has been researching like crazy. articles about the pros and cons of a real tree, DIY garlands, what type of ornaments are best, and even polls on colored tree lights versus solid white. he can't help it. he wants everything to be perfect.

now, with the christmas season right around the rather blistery corner, his studying is finally about to pay off.

or, so he hopes.

"shin, what's all this?" you giggle as he leads you to the space in front of your fireplace, warm hands shielding your eyes from whatever is in store for you. sitting you down on to the rug slowly, he plops down next to you with a wide smile.

"keep 'em closed! just a second," he grunts as he plugs a string of lights into the outlet. he sits next to you in a hurry, before grabbing your hand.

"now! what do ya think angel?"

when your eyes open, you are met with the most perfect christmas tree you've ever seen, already wrapped with the warmest glow of hundreds of tiny lights.

"wow," you gasp. as you turn to him, you can't help the smile that pulls at your lips when you take in your husband, nearly rocking back and forth with excitement.

"what do ya think?" he almost shouts. "i'm sorry i didn't include ya in the search, but i wanted it to be a surprise," he nods towards the tree. "i stopped by a small farm on my way home from town, and they had the best trees! i read online about it," he grins proudly.

you look around in awe. "i can't believe it, shin! it's gorgeous. when did you have time to set this all up?"

his cheeks turn red, glowing a little under the christmas tree lights.

"well, before ya went to the store i added a few extra things to yer list," he scratches the back of his head. you gasp and smack his arm playfully.

"shin! how dare you," you joke. "i didn't even think twice!"

he laughs, pulling you into his chest and placing a warm kiss to your cheek.

"well, ya wanna get started? i've been waitin' for ya all evenin'!" he stands up, pulling you with him.

"sure! do we have ornaments?"

kita blinks. once, twice, three times.

"u-uh," he starts. he feels his heart race a little. how could i forget?

"darling, i'm so sorry. i was so excited 'bout the tree, and everything else i-"

"it's okay!" you grab his face in your hands, rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs. "i have some of my own in storage, and we can just get more another time!"

"storage," he repeats, looking at you with furrowed brows. after a second, his eyes light up once more. "just a second!"

after he runs out of the room, you head to the closet where the two of you keep most of your storage. pulling out the bin labeled seasonal decor, you carry it to the living room and place it in front of the tree. you pull out some garland, a couple knick-knacks, and a small box with a few childhood ornaments.

"okay, i figured it out," kita comes through the kitchen and over to your spot on the floor. "granny has a bunch at her house, said i used to put 'em on her tree when i was small," he breathes, glancing at the bin in front of you. "wait, where'd ya get those?"

"these are some of my own from when i was a kid. the other things are just small decorations i've picked up over the years," you look around at the few things on the rug in front of the fire. "it's not a lot, but it will do for now, i think." you smile up at him.

kita smiles, and his heart swells twice the size. the sight of you, glowing from the light of the fire and the twinkling lights around you making you look celestial.

"i think so too, sweetheart," his eyes flick to the clock on the wall, then back to you. "if ya don't mind, granny said we could use the ornaments. something about a 'late wedding gift'," that makes you snort. between the furniture, many meals, sweaters, and other random odds and ends, granny has given a few "late" gifts.

kita walks towards the door, grabbing his coat and keys. "i'll be right back, my pretty wife. then we can get the party started!" he blows you a kiss before heading out the door. when you hear his old truck start, you get to work.

flipping through recipe books, which also happen to be from granny, you decide on a gingerbread recipe that you can make before kita gets home. knowing his granny, he will be gone for a bit. and, your prediction is correct. just as you're placing the cookies on a cooling rack, the door swings open.

"honey, i'm home!" your sweet husband sing songs from the front door. he's completely hidden by the stack of boxes he's carrying in his arms. you rush over to help, but he places everything down before you get the chance.

he lets out a sigh and turns to you with a smirk.

"this box has the ornaments," he starts, pointing his finger at a large plastic bin. "this one has a few other things, i'm not sure what they are but she insisted we have 'em," he continues. the last box sits on the ground by itself, wrapped up with a large bow.

"a present?" you ask, and kita laughs.

"oh that," he laughs again. "granny said that's for us to open when we're all done."

"then let's get started!"

the two of you are all smiles as you grab different ornaments and hang them on the tree. you have to stop kita a few times when he tries to place a rather large ornament near the top, but he can't help it. he's too distracted.

this is everything he's ever wanted. decorating for christmas in front of the fire with the love of his life. watching you coo over each ornament that granny has gifted. spinning you around while you laugh, feeling as if you two are the only ones in the world.

after a while, everything is picture-perfect. the tree is fully decorated, with ornaments glistening and sparkling in the light. the tree is a perfect mix of the two of you, ornaments filled with history from both of you mix together to combine something extremely unique.

above the fireplace is a simple garland, and on top of the mantel are a couple photos from your wedding, mixed with a few knick-knacks. the couch is now adorned with a christmas quilt that granny has gifted the two of you, and the table is decorated with a beautiful table runner. granny's old advent calendar is placed on a shelf, surrounded by twinkling fairy lights.

your home looks magical. everything is so cozy, so perfect. the light is so warm and inviting, and the smell of gingerbread floating in from the kitchen makes it even more wonderful.

"i think we could be professionals, what do ya think baby?"

kita grabs a cookie off of the rack, leaning over the island as you pour tea for the two of you.

"not with your tree decorating skills. everyone knows that heavy ornaments go on the bottom!" you tease with a smirk.

he shakes his head. "maybe i like it like that!"

you laugh as the two of you walk back towards the living room, setting down your cups of tea on the coffee table. kita sits next to you, snuggling you close before draping the quilt over the two of you.

"i love ya so much, pretty girl. thanks for doin' this with me," he smiles before placing a soft, lingering kiss on your lips.

"thank you, shin. this was so much fun," you say with a yawn, nuzzling into kita even more. he hums, looking around.

"it does look amazing. now we just need a wreath for the door, and for it to snow,"

you hum back, closing your eyes and relaxing a little into his warmth. kita shuffles next to you, before placing something in your lap.

"did'ya forget? granny got us a little somethin', remember? go ahead, open it!"

you can't hide the smile on your face as you pull off the bow and slowly unwrap the present. you open the box to reveal a note that sits atop two pieces of fabric. you hold the note in your hand and read it out loud.

"it's a note from granny," you start, scanning over the note. "she says, 'i made these for you two last week. i figured it would tie everything together. i love you both so much, merry early christmas!'" kita smiles big, eyes crinkled and full of love.

"so, what did we get?"

you pull out two red stockings. one is embroidered with your initial, and the other has a big 's' on the front. at the bottom of the box are two nails.

"oh my god, shin! they're so perfect," you whisper, running your finger along the stitches. "will you-"

before you can finish, kita comes to your side with a hammer. he takes the nails, putting one at each end of the mantel, and you hang each of your stockings in their respective spots.

"now, we're complete. those do look very nice," kita nods with his hands on his hips. "we need to have granny over to see 'em!"

you hum, and kita wraps his arms around you from behind. "yes we do. i'm sure she would love to see everything all decorated."

kita nods and gives you a kiss on your head. he follows with one on your ear, one below your ear, and one where your neck and shoulder meet. you sigh, feeling him smiling into your skin.

"what are you thinking about?"

"there's so much room in between our stockings," he mumbles, and you furrow your brows.

"yeah?"

he nods again. "that just means more room for our kiddo's stockings someday,"

your heart skips a beat at that, fluttering at the thought of kita walking around the tree with a baby in his arms.

"that's a sweet thought," you sigh, leaning back into your husband. he smirks and pulls you closer.

"how 'bout we get started on closin' the gap?"

you gasp. "shin!"

he doesn't respond, only throwing you over his shoulder and towards your shared bedroom.

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oksullen · 1 year

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doing this for my own enjoyment depending on the attention of this ill post it soon if anyone wants a tag lmk ^^

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soranihimawari · 1 year

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Winters breath

A Kita Shinsuke x reader drabble

Word count: 600+?

Pairing: kitaaaaa! x reader

Warnings: fluff confession

You were a vision, according to your old friend, Kita Shinsuke. You were visiting home for a much needed vacation from coordinating all the intramural matches for the local schools ranging from middle school to high school and even some colleges. The deadline was approaching and lo and behold you bosses had tasked you with at the very least coordinating the opening season match of your shared alma mater before your vacation truly began. Regardless of talking your friend’s ear off in the car trip back to the house you grew up in, Kita softly laughs at the way your brows furrow and relax when you’re overly exchanging how dreadful Mo-kun is as the ‘office snitch.’

“…I almost slapped him for asking me out. Again,” you sighed. “I’m sorry I rambled on for too long, huh.”

“It’s ok,” he says with a sweet smile. “I’m just glad you stopped by to say hi. You’re a very busy person, y/n.”

You both were seated on the front porch of his farmhouse which had been the main scene for a few teenage shenanigans while still in high school. A medium sized coffee table complete the furnishings for said patio; cups of cold tea remain on their saucers now. One of the many shenanigans happened shortly after the spring carnival where your class had a silent auction for a ‘date night.’

Apparently the rumor around the student body the was how a first year Suna or was it second year Aran mentioned how they didn’t want to ask any member of the student body until they kissed their first love. The moment either Miya twin heard of this, they consistently tried to get you alone with their friends. Considering you were in a few classes along with Aran and an art elective with Suna, the volleyball team seemed to have their eyes suspiciously on you. Well, more like in the sense that whenever your name is brought up, Kita had to quell his teammates’ annoyance at the twins’ teasing. Granted, Kita, bless him, was a little peeved at the time. The only one who knew of their diligent admiration from afar was perhaps Gin. Gin who saw how flustered Kita became whenever you had swung by during morning practice with sweet cream sandwiches amongst other snacks. Or when you stopped to deliver some calculus handouts to both Aran and Kita right before midterms in your third year caused a bit of a ruckus since Aran noticed how Kita’s eyes lingered on you speaking with a member of the management team that brisk fall afternoon.

However, presently, the thought of you with someone else made Kita blurt out a rushed, “go on a date with me.”

You were busy glancing at the blossoming hibiscus tree whose branches swayed in the wind; you had heard what your dear friend said, but you decide to play coy instead. You curl a fist under your chin and tilt your head to the side to have a better look at his features. You see his stern expression grow softer the more you stare at him.

“Ehh?” Your voice is a mix of both surprise and confusion.

He’s leaning back in his chair shyly covering his flushed cheekbones, an amused expression reflects through his bronzed eyes. For a second there, you think you see the sparks of the fabled western idea of fireworks, he must have felt it too. You feel your own cheeks flush with embarrassment because even you can fall victim of the revered, “Captain Kita stare.” Though you are feeling a bit bold and initially had aimed to tease the company you keep, you glance back at your dear friend who for whatever reason made you feel a bit unsteady.

“Oh don’t look at me like that Kita Shinsuke.”

Kita shrugs. “Like what?”

Golden brown eyes reflect a warmth and strength you didn’t know existed; supposing his dating history, given taking care of the fields to the east of the house, would be small, it seems to you that his tactful nature when talking to you had fallen a bit… well, flat. Then again, you wonder to yourself, when was the last time he had even thought to date anyone? Let alone bring anyone to bed? From what your text chain conversation with Aran, Suna, the twins, and sometimes Gin pokes in every once in a while, Kita never really brought any significant other around. Yet, if any of them mention you, according ‘Samu, Kita would literally spend hours bugging them about more details about your life post college graduation (are you ok? taking care of yourself in the ‘big city’? pack you extra onigiri which kita not so anonymously pays for, etc).

Your curiosity has led you here. Back to the farm of your youth with the man determined to love you the best way he knew how. Who cares if he had been waiting a little over a decade for the right time, sans your friend circle who could’ve interrupted you two at any point. It’s such a quiet, earnest request from you to him. Bleach locks with ebony tips blow gently in the wind as you notice he will not budge from staring so sweetly back at you.

You needed to break eye contact for a moment, so you glance down at his boots compared to your business kitten heels: you jump to the logical solution, you’re determined to test the waters of whatever may come from this, so you chose to speak your mind when you bring your eyes to look at him like you haven’t noticed his matured features before:

“Like you’ve been in love with me forever and now you’re coming to terms with—?!”

Kita silences your rambling fear in such an austere way: his lips align with yours in the most subtle of moves. Perhaps if you’d have been more careful, you’d notice he was staring at your lips the entire time you were speaking. He holds your hand when he breaks this quiet confession, a bold smirk on his boyish face.

You’re too stunned to speak by this development; your cheeks are flushed with a fever you can’t sweat out as you try to suppress your beaming grin with your free hand. The other is currently being held (and kept warm) by the man across from you. You feel him exhale over your brow before pecking you there. He chuckles a bit when you lean back a bit in your chair.

“So, about that date…?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

You lean forward and as he turns his face, you kiss his lips again. Here is where you both feel your heart stutter for you feel yourselves topple over in compassionate way. Though you break this kiss first, you smirk at him. Kita shakes his head slightly as he says your name so deftly you almost miss it. You’re too enamored by the sudden electricity passed from you to him; it’s in the reflection of his eyes when you realize perhaps Kita one day will truly answer your question.

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cottonlemonade · 1 month

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Insatiable

warnings: mdni, nsfw

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I strongly believe that Kita has his sexual awakening when he starts dating you.

It takes quite a while before he kisses you deeper than a simple peck but once he does he is like “wait a minute.” and absolutely can’t stop anymore. Doesn’t want to stop anymore.

He starts to stare intensely at you during lectures not even paying attention to the professor because he could be kissing you right now. Why was he wasting his time with higher education?!

Once you guys take it a bit further and he knows what it’s like to eat you out, his mind goes blank and it’s becoming quite a problem. Usually you guys study together and he loves to tutor you but now you pretty much have to do all your reading horizontally because he politely asks if he may eat your pussy while quizzing you.

To be the most efficient lover he starts reading books and articles (and even sinks as low as to ask Atsumu because for some reason the men and women on campus just seem to fall for him left, right and center).

When it’s finally time for Kita to make love to you for the first time he turns primal. He grabs your love handles that he usually squeezes so tenderly when laying between your heavenly plush thighs and snaps his hips forward, burying his hard leaking cock as deep into you as he would the seeds on his fields.

He will from then on come up behind you when you are looking for a book in the library or when you are making dinner for you two, wrap his arms lovingly around your squishy form, maybe set a soft kiss against your temple, and with his usual calm manner, almost innocently, ask if he can fuck make love to you again like this morning.

You have no idea where this sweet, collected man hid all his urges when you met because Kita, once unleashed, is insatiable and you love it.

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noosayog · 3 months

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001 an innocent valentine ft. kita shinsuke

wc: 500

valentine's masterlist, regular masterlist

“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.

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“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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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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romiyaro · 6 months

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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ - (ᴋɪᴛᴀ ꜱʜɪɴꜱᴜᴋᴇ)

Rrring rrrring !!

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

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

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

He had craned his neck to look at you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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doingitforbokuto · 4 months

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The White Knight - Chapter Three

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: The weight on your shoulders is starting to weigh on you - and isn't it a knight's duty to help in in whichever way he can? Isn't it normal for him to want to be close to you? So he can help you, of course. No other reason.

Words: 3,117

Warnings: reader having a panic attack

Your Point Of View

“Well, it certainly does sound like he.. cares about you.” Alysane wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively as she shoved another bite of cake into her mouth. You two finally had an opportunity to talk without being worried that Kita might hear you.

You were currently attending a small gathering your father had called together in the royal gardens. Your knight was standing a bit aside, giving you a respectful distance to talk to your friend. The chatter of the people around you made it so that you were sure he wouldn't be able to make our what you were talking about, so you had decided to tell the Lady what had happened between the two of you (you left out the details of your little breakdown, though). While you thought that he had just been trying to be nice and helpful, as a knight should always be, she seemed to be thinking of a different motivation behind his actions.

You leaned in and smiled at her. “Just because some knights are interested in some of the women at court, doesn't mean that he is.”

Alysane casted down her eyes as her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She knew just who you were talking about. On many, many occasions had you seen her and Osric exchange longing looks that would make anyone suspicious. If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that the two of them had already become more than just acquaintances or friends. But when you had finally asked the young Lady about her relationship with the knight, she had told you the truth about her situation.

"I know that you like him,” you said. “And that is great, isn't it? He is a very nice and respectable man who obviously likes you back.”

“That's not the point.” Alysane didn't even look you in the eyes. “I can not be with him. I can never be with him or any commoner.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at her words. Yes, Osric was not born into nobility and but he was a trustworthy and respected knight who had quite quickly worked his way up and into your father's favor, though not into his guard, he still worked at court and in the castle. Alright, it was still obvious that he came from nothing with the way he refused to replace things until they were completely unusable (like the a bit too small armor) but that didn't have to be bad thing. It just meant that he was a money-conscious man even despite the fact that he, as a royal knight, probably had more than enough money at his disposal - enough to support a wife and a family. So why wouldn't she marry him? What could possibly stand in their way?

“I do not understand you. He is a good man and even though he may not be nobility, his status as a royal knight makes up for that doesn't it?” You didn't want to say it, but in truth Alysane's family wasn't the best situated one. They had their titles and lands but they had never been the wealthiest or most influential house. It was merely by chance that you two had met when you were children at a tournament that both your and her father had been attending. The marriage of one of the women of her family to a knight with a status like Osric would be a marriage of two equals. It had happened before, even in her own family, so why not now?

“Because I am your friend.” She was whispering now but there was a harshness to her tone. “When my father learned that I would be allowed to come and live here, at court, he had made up his mind that I-” Her voice was breaking now as tears formed in here eyes that were no longer looking at you.

What wasn't she telling you? You reached for he hand, making her look back up at you.

“I really just wanted to come here and be your friend, y/n. You have to believe me. Please. I am not trying to play a game. Or at least I didn't want to.”

“Alright, Alysane. I believe you, I really do. Don't be afraid. What is wrong? You can tell me.”

She swallowed hard. “I am the only one in my family with a connection to royalty. The only one with the opportunity to marry above my status and make things better for my family.” The tears were now escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She gripped your arms as if she was scared you might turn away from her, leave her. “I truly love you, y/n, I really do, you have to believe me! But.. but I have to help my family. I have to do what my father asks of me or else..”

“Or else you might actually get to be happy?” You interrupted her. “This isn't what you want, Alysane! I would rather see you be married happily to a street musican than to one of those rich, high born lords with a stick up their arses.” Her words made you angry. How could her father ask her to give up her happiness just to help him worm his way up in society?

“Y/n.. I think we both know what it means to give up real love for our family.. don't you?” Her eyes were filled with infinite sadness - for both of you. And you knew that she was right.

As much as you enjoyed spending time with Alysane, you certainly did not enjoy being at this gathering. While your father had stopped searching for you future husband (for now), it certainly did not stop possible suitors from presenting themselves to you or your father. More than once had you have your conversation with your friend interrupted by a man introducing himself to you and telling all about the beautiful castle his family had or the importance of the ships they controlled or what not.

You had stopped caring about them a while ago. In the beginning, you had still listened to every word that they said and actually paid attention to how they behaved. In your young and naive mind, you had actually thought that you might be able to spot a man that would not make a horrible husband and nudge your father in his direction. But after the first time you had made any comment on one of the men, it did not go well. You father didn't like the man and would never consider marrying you to him.

“I know that this is hard to come to terms with, sweetheart,” he had said to you, “but this isn't about love anyway. This is about duty. When I got married to your mother, we did not love each other, either. But it was what was best for the kingdom. So we did it. And after time, we grew closer. I am sure that whoever will marry you will come to love you, too. Alright, my love?” The gentle look in his eyes almost made you furious - because he actually believed this. It's not that he didn't care about you, he was just so blind to your needs and feelings, he did not know you at all.

After the death of your mother he had become a man that was estranged from his family, someone who thought he knew best for everyone. Perhaps that was the consequence of being king for so long without a partner or a close friend to balance him out. The king makes all decisions, the king knows best. But he wasn't just the king, he was your father, too. Only that he did not behave like it.

So what did it matter how the men behaved towards you and how nicely and charmingly they introduced themselves? What difference did it make what you thought of them? None at all.

So instead, you took the opportunity to introduce them to Alysane. All of these men were noble and well situated, a good match for her. And unlike you, her father was not here to keep an eye on her. He was far, far away in his castle and had to put his trust into his daughter, hoping that she would find a good match. She actually had a say in who she married. So perhaps getting to know these men would be as interesting to her as it once was to you.

“Well, I will leave you two to continue your conversation, then.” A young man whose name you had already forgotten the moment it had left his mouth bowed to you with a smile on his lips. “I'm sorry for the intrusion. Enjoy the rest of the party.”

He must have noticed your obvious disinterested look and the way you were far, far away with your thoughts. It didn't stop him from holding out his hand to you with an expectant look in his eyes.

Reluctantly you placed your hand in his and cringed inwardly at the touch of his lips on the back or your hand. He lingered longer than he should have, leaving a mark of spit on your skin. You had to really gather all your self restraint so as to not pull your hand away and wipe it off on the skirt of your dress. Instead, you left it in his hand as he stood up straight again and clasped his other hand around yours, too. Was he ever going to let you go? Did he really think that this was charming?

All those men ever did was touch you and try and grab at any part of you they could get a hold of you. Their touch felt like they never wanted to let you go, like they wanted to keep you chained to them. They didn't touch you and kiss your hand to show their appreciation for you, to give you their respect or to make you feel better. They only did it for themselves. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when he finally walked away.

“You know, it's nice of you to introduce me to all of these men, but when I'm standing beside you there really is no way that they will ever consider marrying me.”

“It's worth a try, isn't it? Although I wouldn't want to see you marry this one.”

Your friend gave a small chuckle. “If you think so. But I still don't think it will ever lead to one of them being interested in me. I am trying to catch a big fish, not a whale.”

“But don't fish swarm to whales? If you know one, it will increase the chances of finding one you can catch.” The more men she knew, the higher her chances of finding a good catch. At least she should have that opportunity.

Kita's Point Of View

Kita watched you as you gave your friend one last hug before parting ways. It was obvious how much you enjoyed spending time with her - after all, there were almost no other women your age in this castle. At least none that were appropriate for a princess to be associated with. But after Kita had seen the sixth man approach you and obviously try uselessly to impress you, he could see the annoyed expression on your face from a mile away and knew that it was time to leave.

You hadn't been in a good mood today anyway, he could see the circles under your eyes only growing darker and darker the longer he was in your service. Perhaps it was best if you got some more rest, even if it wasn't sleep.

“Shall we leave?” You asked as you approached him.

“Of course, princess.” He bowed slightly and had to pull himself together to not offer you his arm like his grandmother had taught him to do when accompanying a woman. It was hard to be courteous to you when almost all of the things he would usually do were now frowned upon. Perhaps one day the urge to hold out his hand to you would subside, though he doubted that. In fact, ever since he had seen you break down in the garden the urge to touch you, hold you and comfort you had only grown stronger and stronger. But that was normal, he told himself. It was his duty to make you feel better. It was normal for a knight to want to comfort the person he was protecting.

You two had already reached the edge of the garden, where the hallways of the castle would lead you to your room and a well earned rest, when the clanging of metal against metal reached his ears. It made him turn around immediately, his body in front of yours, a shield of muscle and armor, while he reached for his sword. It was only then that he saw the poor maid that had run head first into a knight, her metal tray pushed against his armored chest as the food on it tumbled down to the floor. He released the handle of his sword from his grip and turned back around to you.

He was prepared to tell you that everything was alright and calm your nerves, to see you be surprised and maybe even a bit scared, but he did not expect to see you in the state that you were in now. Your face looked like all of the blood had been drained from it, your chest was heaving under your corset as you tried to press any air into your lungs. Your eyes were darting from one spot to another like a chased animal looking for somewhere to run. Your hand was gripping onto the stone wall of the hallway you were standing in front of, not yet inside. Kita was sure that any moment you would either pass out or use your remaining strength to actually run away.

Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to you like a man trying to calm down a frightened horse. “Princess?”

Tears shot into your eyes as you tumbled backwards. “Shin-”

Your back hit the wall as your knees gave out, your eyes rolling back into your head. Kita was quick to grab a hold of you and maneuver you inside, out of sight from the people attending the gathering. Quietly, Shinsuke prayed that they were still looking at the poor maid that had caused this whole ordeal and didn't notice you.

A bit down the hallway Kita found a windowsill he could place you on. With both of his strong hands still on your waist he heaved you up a bit so that your backside was leaning against the windowsill. Your head rolled to the side and was about to crash into the stonewall next to you until one of his hands shot up and cradled your head to protect it from the impact.

“Shin..” The rise and fall of your chest was still too fast from his liking but already slowing down, your voice merely a whisper. The look in your eyes was still unfocused as they tried to find his face, unable to focus on one point for more than a split second.

“It's fine, princess,” he answered your call. “I'm right here. With you.” He moved his hand from your waist to your biceps and squeezed gently. “You're safe.”

Finally, your eyes found his. At the pained, scared look in yours, Sinsuke almost felt tears well up in his own. Thankfully, he was strong enough to keep his composure and stay calm, even when your soft hands wandered up to his chest plate that he had gotten from the royal smith when he entered your service. It was engraved with the sigil of your house, a sign to the world that he belonged by your side, until death may part him from you. Your palms pressed onto it and pushed the metal against the layers of clothing lying uderneath it.

“Are you alright?” You asked him as you raised your head a bit. Your voice was quiet and shaky, but full of determination. Like his safety was the only thing that mattered to you.

Shinsuke stared back at you, dumbfounded. Was he alright? What did that matter? “I'm alright, princess. It was just a metal tray that made all that noise.”

His hand was still on your cheek when you nodded. He should remove it from your skin. He knew he should and he knew that he shouldn't be this close to you, knew that he shouldn't lean in just a tad more to try and catch another breeze of your scent. But your hands were still on him. Your cheek was still pressing against his hand ever so slightly. Your eyes were still locked onto his. You didn't mind him being so close - did you? No, no you liked it. Right? What if he was just imagining this? What if someone saw you?

It didn't matter if he liked it. It didn't matter if you like it. If someone saw you like this, it would be bad for the both of you. This was insanely inappropriate. He had to stop giving into this urge that he had been pushing and holding down ever since that day in front of the flower bed. He had to stop bothering you with his selfish desires. It was the one thing that he had sworn to himself when he became your knight, that he would put you above anything. His selfishness had already caused so much harm.. he could not let it get the better of him - yet again.

“Do you want me to bring you to your room now?” He asked as he removed his hands from you and stepped back ever so slightly. Just to make sure he was still being the dutiful knight he was supposed to be, he added a little “Princess?” To his question.

You looked back up at him with even more confusion in your eyes now. Maybe it was too early for you to stand on your own feet again. Just as he was about to offer you his hand again, you pulled yourself together and up onto your feet.

“Yes,” you said, a certain distance in your voice. “Yes, of course.” And with that, you clasped your hands together and started walking ahead of him - with weak legs but a cold gracefulness in your step that was reserved only for royals. It made you appear even larger, even more beautiful - and even more unreachable.

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kitashousewife · 2 years

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learning new things

an: i thought of kita a lot today so i decided to write this hehe

pairings: timeskip!kita x fem!reader

warnings: husband kita, food mentions, kita is the sweetest ever, lots of pet names, mentions of knives and knife usage, lowercase intentional

kita would do anything for you.

which is why this spring, right after the two of you moved into the farmhouse, he spent weeks researching pumpkins and how to grow them. figuring out the perfect soil. how to space the seeds, how much water and sun they needed, and of course how many to get. he settled on four plants to be safe in case he lost a couple.

now it's october and the two of you are a little overwhelmed.

"74 exactly," kita says, more to himself as enters the house for dinner.

"74 what, shin?" you mumble as you set the final dishes on the table. dusting your hands off on your apron before you take it off, you move quickly to beat your husband to the sink.

"first again," he gloats, grinning ear to ear.

"you were closer to the sink!" you playfully slap his arm. "anyway, what did you count earlier?"

his hand reaches to the towel next to him, picking it up to dry his hands. he watches you wave your wet hands around in an attempt to dry them off. he smirks before using the towel to smack your butt as you walk to your seat.

"shin!"

"74 pumpkins, darlin'," he chuckles, sitting down for dinner. "we are swimming in ‘em out there," he tilts his drinking glass towards the back of the house.

"i can't believe we have that many! i only thought we would get a few. we should sell them out front!"

he shakes his head. "that's kinda silly, ain't it? we don't need any money for 'em."

you hum, moving the food around your plate with your fork. "what do you think we should do with them then? i only wanted a few to decorate the front, maybe a couple to carve, oooh and a couple for baking," you think aloud. kita smiles at your dreaming. one of his favorite things about you is how passionate you are about the little things.

"i could always message my friends. i'm sure they would want some, if that's okay with you."

"of course it is shin. i wouldn't mind at all," you hold his hand in his. with a soft squeeze, kita places a kiss to your knuckles.

"halloween is a couple weeks away, i can't believe it. are you excited?"

he chuckles as he glances at the calendar that hangs in the kitchen. "look at that. and sure! are you excited?"

you give him a puzzled look, which he returns. "do you not like halloween?"

he raises his hands up. "it's not that i don't like it, sweets. i just didn't do a whole lot for it growin' up, 'sall."

the sound of your hands hitting the table grabs his attention immediately. "then it's settled!"

"what's settled?"

"we are gonna do all things halloween so that you can experience it! making up for lost time, or something like that. how does that sound?"

kita can't say no to you.

"it sounds great, baby."

the next evening, before dinner, you walk out to the fields to find you probably very hungry husband. the walk is beautiful. the final hours of sunlight warm up the air, the trees are beautiful and vibrant, and most of the flowers you and kita planted this summer are shedding their final petals. as you step towards the garden, you spot him. hunched over some mounds of potatoes, digging through with his bare hands to grab the best ones.

"you know," you step through the gate and grab the pair of gardening gloves that hang on the fence. "you really should wear these."

kita turns around, absolutely elated. he is so happy to see you, even if it's been only a few minutes. "now why would i do that? my hands work just find, baby."

you look across the garden and let out a quick gasp. he really wasn't kidding about the pumpkins. reading your mind, he stands up with a hum.

"let me grab the wheelbarrow and i'll meetchya over by the pumpkins, pumpkin." he throws you a wink and blush, and blow him a kiss. as soon as you reach the sea of orange at your feet, you begin searching for the best ones.

"so how do we know what would be best, miss halloween expert?" he muses as he arrives at your side. you lift up some of the large leaves to get a better look.

"well, i want a bunch to decorate the front porch with, but i can get those a different day. for carving," you bend down and point to two quite rotund pumpkins resting right next to each other. "these two are great."

"whatever ya think is best, darlin'," kita bends down and with his small pocket knife, cuts the pumpkins free from their vines. after placing both of them in the wheelbarrow, he dusts his hands off on his pants.

"shall we walk back home? everything else is about finished, just need'a grab those potatoes i picked earlier and we can head back,"

you nod, pulling the pumpkins behind you. the two of you walk home in silence, listening to the breeze ruffle the leaves and the gravel crunching under your feet.

"hey, i love ya," kita smiles at you as the two of you reach the house. giving him a soft kiss on the lips, you return his smile.

"i love you too, farmer. come on, let's make some dinner. i'm starving,"

he laughs and pokes your side. "from all that harvesting, i'll bet."

after dinner, the two of you make quick work cleaning up the dishes and counters. while kita finishes drying the last couple plates, you dig through one of your closets for an old tablecloth. you cover the kitchen table with it and smile. the table is kita's granny's table, gifted to you when the two of you got married. you set the pumpkins down and wipe them off.

"shin, will you please grab a couple knives before you leave the kitchen?"

"of course, my love," he calls back. you scroll through your phone, trying to decide on what design to do on yours.

"boo!"

"shin!" you squeal, whipping around to see a very amused kita as he sets the knife on the table. "you scared me!"

"isn't that what halloween is all about? i'm just gettin' ya in the spirit," he laughs. "so, where do we start?"

you can't help but join his laughter. "well, before you came along i was looking at some designs to do for my pumpkin. do you know what you want to do?" he hums and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around you and places his head on your shoulder. he points at a photo on your screen.

"that one," he nods. you tap the photo, making it larger. the photo is a rather large pumpkin with an equally large heart carved out of the front.

"you want to do a heart on yours, shin?" he nods again, walking towards his pumpkin. "yeah, because i love ya so much."

after all this time, his comments and compliments still make you blush. every single time.

"i love you too. now," you grab your pumpkin and with your finger, trace a line around the stem. "we cut the top off and scoop out the insides. then we can start carving," kita raises a brow.

"what do we do with the inside?" you shrug and nod toward the trash bin you brought next to the table. "throw it away, i guess."

"seems like a waste, don'tchya think? i don't wanna waste it if we can use it," he thinks.

"we could always bake the seeds! i used to do that growing up. we would have them as a snack after we finished." kita smiles at that.

"i like that idea much more, my love. now, let's jump in!"

the two of you make quick work of cleaning out your pumpkins, setting the insides on the tablecloth for later. you grab a marker and begin to draw a design on the front of yours. as you draw, kita hums a familiar song to himself. after drawing your design, you grab the knife to start carving.

"a kitty? that's so cute babe," he says from behind his pumpkin. "don't look at mine! i want it to be a surprise!"

"okay shin, i won't look. i may need your help though at some points," too focused on his design, he gives you a thumbs up before continuing his work.

you finish quickly and grab one of the fake candles to place inside. turning it on, you clap as you see your design come to life.

"it looks so good! i can't wait to see how they look outside," you cheer, stepping back so you can snap a quick picture. "almost done, babe?"

kita steps back with the biggest and proudest smile on his face. "just finished! but wait, i don't want ya to see it until we put them outside," he chuckles as he turns you away from his pumpkin.

"fine, fine. i will put mine on the steps," you giggle and carry your pumpkin to the door.

you set it on the step outside and walk back a little to get a better view.

"okay, i'm coming! close yer eyes and i'll tell ya when ya can open," he calls from the doorway. you cover your eyes and hear him shuffle, before he stands at your side. "okay, take a look and tell me what ya think."

on the the other side of the step is kita's pumpkin. he carved a heart, and above it he carved your initials. you gasp.

"shin! it's so perfect. our initials? i love it! you did so great," you squeal. he picks you up and spins you around before carrying back towards the door.

"now everyone that drives by can see how much i love my amazing wife," he beams and pulls you in for a kiss. when you pull away, you give him a kiss on each cheek.

"i think it's perfect," you say over your shoulder as you lead the two of you back inside. kita locks up behind you before walking into the kitchen to fill up the tea kettle.

"what's next up on our halloween to-do list, sweetheart?"

"baking these pumpkin seeds, of course," you start and kita nods. "next, we should pick out our costumes!"

"i think that's a great idea. what do ya wanna dress me up as?"

you laugh. "how about peter pan? i think you would look perfect in some green tights, don't you?" you tease.

kita just laughs and gives you a kiss on the forehead.

"whatever makes ya happy, darlin'."

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“when they’re feeling insecure”

Pairing: atsumu x reader; kita x reader; suna x reader Genre: reverse comfort-fluff; drabbles & headcanons WC: 5.169 Warnings: N/A A/N: thanks for the request! this is actually the first piece we’ve worked on together so we’re excited for you all to see it! enjoy :) -Dawn & Luna

since you and Atsumu tended to be strapped on time to spend with each other—with you working full-time and him being a national volleyball player—you liked to meet up with him after practice sometimes so you can pick up some food and get some quality time together

he was always taking his sweet time to get showered and ready to go, so you got to bond with some of his teammates, his captain Meian especially

when you found out you both loved the same show, every week, the day after the show aired, you got to practice a bit earlier so you and him had time to talk about the newest episode

Atsumu watched every week as you barely gave him a wave when you entered the gym those days, bee-lining straight to Meian and launching into animated conversation about your show

he had tried many times to sit down to watch it with you, but each time, about 15 minutes into the show, he found himself disinterested and distracted by his phone

he knew that never bothered you—”we don’t have to have the same interests,” you would tell him—but, week by week, as he observed you light up those days you walked into the gym to talk with Meian, he began to feel like maybe he wasn’t trying hard enough to get into your interests like you do for him

and he’d be damned if big bicep Meian would make you laugh more than he did

It’s Friday, you’re absolutely exhausted from work, and you’re ready to wash the grime of the day away in the hottest shower imaginable. You’re a little thrown off when you walk in the house and hear the T.V. playing in the living room, familiar voices from your favorite show coming from the room. You don’t remember leaving it on before you left, so you creep into the room slowly, peering around the corner to see a mop of blond hair leaning against the back of the couch.

“What are you doing?”

Atsumu snorts himself awake at the sound of your voice, eyes bleary as he tries to gather himself, gaze darting between you and the screen.

“Oh, me? Just catching up on your show.” He’s back to lounging against the arm of the couch, remote in hand gesturing to the screen. “It’s the part where that one girl, uh, Ashley is talkin’ to her boyfriend right now about how they’re going to move in together soon.”

“Okay, first of all, that’s not her name.” You set your bag down next to the couch, throwing yourself down onto the cushion next to him. “Second, that’s her mortal enemy, and I’m pretty sure they’re talking about how she hopes he bites the dust on their next mission.”

Atsumu stares at the screen, paying attention to the dialogue for probably the first time since turning it on. “Oh.”

You can’t help but chuckle at his cluelessness. “I’ve already told you, ‘Tsumu, you don’t have to like the same things that I do just because we’re dating. Just like I don’t like volleyball that much, you don’t have to like my show as much as I do.”

He gasps, scandalized. “You don’t like volleyball?!”

“Not as much as you do, dummy. That’s my point! We’re two separate people with separate interests, and that’s okay.”

“Yeah, but…” You don’t hear the rest of his statement as he mumbles it, shrinking into himself with arms crossed and chin buried into his chest.

“You gotta speak up, babe. I couldn’t catch that.”

He sighs heavily, arms still crossed, now with a comically deep frown on his face. “But you and Meian are always talkin’ and laughin’ together at practice when you should be doing that with me, your boyfriend!”

“Oooh, come here, my dear sweet Atsumu.” He doesn’t hesitate to accept your invitation, nearly knocking the wind out of you as he wraps his arms around your torso, smushing his cheek against your chest. “You know I love you dearly. But trying to talk to you about my show is like talking to a brick wall, and I say that with all the love in the world. Now I finally have someone that I can talk to about my show, so you don’t have to hear me drone on.”

He grumbles. “I guess. But can’t you find someone else less… beefy to talk to about it with?”

You pause, trying to sift through his lot of friends for someone who doesn’t fit that bill. “Babe. All of your friends are beefy, so it wouldn’t even matter if there was someone else there that I can talk to about it. Besides, his appearance doesn’t even matter. It’s nothing more than some friendly chatter, alright?”

“Alright.” You press a kiss to the top of his head before he whines, tilting his head all the way up to offer his lips to you so you can give him a proper kiss. “...Just wish you’d be less happy about it.”

you were invited to a night out at a bar with some old friends from high school, and decided to drag Kita along for the ride to introduce him to the ol’ gang

drinks were being served, shots were being had, and everyone was getting along swimmingly

Kita, who’d been nursing a bottle of water in preparation for work the next day, stayed by your side the whole night, smiling as you and your friends swapped stories and dutifully holding your things when they dragged you off to the dancefloor

he was at the bar getting you another drink when your friend Aina approached, leaning against the bar

“I like you for them,” she announced, words slurring. “They need someone plain like you to balance them out.”

he knew she didn’t mean it as an insult, but the word “plain” punched him right in the gut, insecurity washing over him as he realized it was absolutely true

you were the daring, adventurous type, always ready to jump right into things headfirst, while Kita preferred a steadier approach

normally this wasn’t a problem for the two of you, but suddenly Kita couldn’t help but wonder if maybe you were getting bored with him

it didn’t help that you had to cut your night short because of Kita’s early job, which consumed him with guilt as he watched you hug everyone goodbye, telling them you’d meet again at some point

the ride home was quiet as Kita thought about the ways he could be the fun, spontaneous man you deserved

the next day, he showed up at your door and invited you on an impromptu picnic date in the park, which you were more than happy to agree to

he was so ready to give you an amazing date and prove to you that he was more than just your plain boyfriend, but it seemed that the universe had other plans, as what was supposed to be your perfect and fun day quickly transformed into a disaster

at first, everything started off pretty smoothly, until Kita realized he forgot to bring a blanket, and the two of you were forced to sit on the wet, muddy grass

then when he opened the basket, he realized all the drinks had spilled on the drive over, effectively ruining all of the food he packed

you took it all in stride, reassuring him it could’ve happened to anyone, and ended up grabbing some takoyaki from a nearby food stand

for a moment Kita thought things were finally looking up, until an unleashed dog bounded towards you and knocked the takoyaki straight out of your hand and onto the ground, leaving the two of you to share whatever was left of his

he was so sure that it couldn’t get any worse, and then it started to rain– and not just a little drizzle, either, but a huge downpour that sent the two of you and the rest of your fellow park-goers scrambling for cover

and just to add insult to injury, his car ended up getting a flat only five minutes into the drive home, leaving him with no choice but to pull over and call for help, a shitty ending to an even shittier day

Kita’s not usually the type to believe that the universe is working against him –he prefers leaving those kinds of dramatics to the likes of Atsumu– but after the day he’s had, he’s starting to wonder.

His plan to prove to both you and himself that he could be an exciting, spontaneous, and definitely not plain boyfriend had started off decently enough. He showed up at your place with a nervous heart and a picnic basket in hand, announcing only somewhat shakily that he’d be stealing you for the day, whisking you off on an impromptu picnic date.

You’d had no prior warning, hence the whole spontaneous thing, but you went along with it easily enough, more than willing to spend a little extra time with your boyfriend. You threw on the quickest presentable outfit you could find and then you were off, eager to see where the day –and Kita– would take you. You ended up driving out to a flower field in the park, and it was absolutely wonderful.

For the first five minutes, at least.

Then it all went to shit.

Now the two of you are sitting in his car, soaked to the bone as you wait for a tow truck, and Kita is trying his very best not to let on how utterly defeated and pathetic he feels. He thinks the only thing keeping him from sulking outright is the fact that you’re still holding his hand, and even then, he can’t stop the frown that forms on his face.

“I’m so sorry about today,” he starts lamely, breaking the silence, voice shakier than he’s used to. He knows it’s not nearly enough to make up for the complete and utter catastrophe that your date turned into, but he supposes it’s a good enough place to start. “I know it wasn’t what you were expectin’ when I told you I’d be takin’ you out for a romantic picnic in the park. Hell, it wasn’t what I was expectin’, either.”

“Well, it was definitely an adventure, that’s for sure,” you say, in that carefree and teasing way of yours. Then you bring his hand closer to you and press your lips to the back of his palm, a playful but genuine smile tugging at your lips. “Still, I’m glad I came. I had a really good time today, Shin.”

Kita blinks, eyes wide as he stares at you as if you’ve grown a second head. “You did?”

“Of course I did. I was with you. I always have a good time when I’m with you.” You say it casually, easily, like it’s just that simple, and when he continues to gape at you, you raise an eyebrow. “What? Why do you look so surprised?”

“That’s because I am surprised. Today was a disaster, darlin’. It was the opposite of everythin’ that I wanted it to be.”

“Well, what did you want it to be?”

“Somethin’ good and excitin’ that you could enjoy the way you deserve.” He looks away, unable to meet your eyes as his gaze drifts to your intertwined hands, voice soft and quiet, defeated. “Somethin’ to show you that I could be fun and spontaneous, and not just the borin’ and plain boyfriend you’ve been stuck with.”

“Woah, wait, boring and plain? Stuck with?” you repeat, incredulous, brows furrowing as your lips curve into a frown of their own. “What are you talking about, Shin? You’re sure as hell not just someone I’m stuck with– where’s all of this even coming from?”

Despite himself, he hesitates. The last thing he wants to do is weigh you down with his insecurities, but Kita has never lied to you before, and he certainly doesn’t plan on starting now.

That’s when he tells about everything that happened last night, about Aina’s off-handed comment and about all the doubts and insecurities that’d been unearthed as a result. He tells you about the plan he made, the one he wanted so badly to be enough to prove to you that he could be the man you want, the man you deserve.

“I’m so sorry that happened, Shin,” is the first thing you say when he’s finished speaking, genuine and apologetic as you give his hand a comforting squeeze. “I know she was drunk, but Aina had no right to say that to you, and I’ll be telling her as much first thing tomorrow.”

“S’alright. I know she didn’t mean it as a bad thing,” Kita says, squeezing your hand back. “Still, it got me thinkin’, y’know? About you and me, and the fact that we’re so different. I mean, you– you’re so bright and darin’ and fearless and I’m just– I’m not.”

“So? I like you for you, Shin. I always have. And I especially like how different we both are.”

“I know. I do, too, I just– sometimes I just can’t help but feel like I’m borin’ you. Like you’re settlin’ for me. And I’m not sayin’ that I think you don’t love me, ‘cuz I know you do, I just–” He gives a shaky exhale and runs his free hand through his hair, faltering a little, before forcing himself to continue, though he still can’t quite meet your eyes. “I guess it’s just hard for me to make sense of the thought of someone as amazin’ and full of life as you wantin’ to be with someone as simple as me.”

The confession is raw and vulnerable, the way Kita’s only ever allowed himself to be around you. It softens you, makes you release his hand in favor of cupping his face, a silent plea to get him to look at you. And though he still feels pretty pathetic about everything, he doesn’t deny you, lifting his gaze to meet yours and finding himself stunned by the open affection in your eyes, the undeniable love he’s not sure he’ll ever get enough of.

“Oh, Shinsuke, baby, you’re not simple.” Your words, like your hands on his face, are gentle but firm, and when he shoots you a doubtful look, you lean closer and insist, “You’re not. You’re hardworking and dedicated, not to mention generous and so, so kind. You take care of me and make me laugh, and you’re always there to listen to me and support me, no matter how stubborn I am or how crazy my ideas get. You’re everything I want, not to mention everything I need. You make me better, and I love you, just the way you are.”

It’s strange, Kita thinks, how quickly your words ease the uncertainty and doubt that’d been weighing on his chest, how effortlessly your touch soothes him. There’s so much he wants to say to you. He wants to tell you how grateful he is for you, how much your words mean to him. Mostly, he wants to tell you that he loves you.

But then you tug his face towards you, closing the distance between you and pressing your lips firmly against his, and he realizes he doesn’t have to, because you already know. You feel it in the way he wraps his arms around you to pull you closer, in the way one of his hands tangles in your hair. Still, he does his best to prove it to you, anyway, deepening the kiss with a drag of his tongue across your lips and a muffled groan that has you scraping your nails against his scalp.

You’re both breathless when you pull away, just enough so that you can lean your forehead against his, all gentle comfort and soft affection.

“So get the thought of you being the person I settled for out of your pretty little head,” you say firmly, lightly tugging on his hair for good measure, “because you’re not. You’re the person I chose, the one I plan to continue choosing for a long, long time. Have I made myself clear?”

And Kita can only smile at you, turning his face to place a gentle kiss to the inside of your palm, all of his previous anxieties and insecurities forgotten.

“Crystal, darlin’.”

you and Suna were at your cousin’s wedding, and you set off to grab some more drinks at the bar

Suna watched as you left—definitely checking out your ass—when he saw you get stopped by a guy, who put his hand hand on your arm and said something to you, and then suddenly, you were hugging

you were both so animated, so effortless, in your interactions, and Suna even saw you bust out laughing in a way you usually only do when he tells you the most god awful joke

Suna nudges your friend Aina who’s standing next to him, gesturing over to you both as he asks about who the guy is, thinking maybe he’s another cousin or something

“Oh, that’s her ex, Haru,” she explains, “They were friends all throughout childhood and even dated for a while in high school.”

this, of course, isn’t Suna’s first time hearing about your ex, seeing as the two of you have been dating long enough to have already swapped stories about previous breakups, but it is his first time seeing you and Haru interact in person

and while Suna already knows that the breakup was mutual and that you and Haru ended things pretty amicably, he’d be lying if he said seeing Haru act so familiar with you doesn’t bother him

still, Suna trusts you, and the last thing he’s going to do is make a scene at your cousin’s wedding, which is why he opts to ignore the interaction entirely, until one of the women standing nearby makes it impossible for him

the woman—maybe an aunt of yours—jumps in to add, “they were so cute, weren’t they? We were all so sure they were going to end up together. After all, they only broke up because they were heading off to different colleges.”

and if that doesn’t make him feel shitty enough, another woman, whom he quickly realizes is Haru’s mother, chimes in, “they would’ve been high school sweathearts, what’s more perfect than that! It’s too bad they had to break up.”

Aina freezes, panicked, as her gaze darts between him and the women nearby, like she’s debating whether or not she should say something, but Suna stops her with a shake of his head, brushing the whole thing off like it doesn’t bother him, even though it really does

Suna isn’t friends with any of his exes, so he doesn’t understand how two people who decided they couldn’t be together could act so natural and cheerful—and not deathly awkward—with one another years after the split

as much as he hates admitting it, you and Haru do look really good together, even if your interaction only ended up lasting a few minutes, and your family clearly still adores him, so much so that they invited him to your cousin’s wedding

it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that they prefer him over Suna, and while normally Suna wouldn’t give a damn about any of that, he can’t help but wonder if you feel the same way, if seeing Haru tonight made you regret breaking up with him in the first place

the two of you were high school sweethearts, after all; how can Suna hope to compare to that?

it puts him in a sour mood for the rest of the night, one that lasts throughout the rest of the reception and continues on your drive home

“Are you okay, Rin?”

Suna barely spares you a glance when you speak, keeping his eyes planted firmly on the road in front of him. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Because you’ve been acting weird since the reception.”

“It’s nothing.” That’s a lie, of course, and you both know it. He’s been giving you the cold shoulder ever since you got in the car, the silence that’s settled between you nothing like the easy banter and teasing jokes you normally exchange on the way home. “I’m just tired.”

The rational part of him, the one he doesn’t always listen to, knows it isn’t fair for him to act this way. He’s being petty and immature, neither of which are reactions you deserve right now, but he can’t help it.

Being vulnerable has never been easy for Suna. It still isn’t, if he’s being honest, which is why, instead of talking to you about his feelings, he chooses to ignore them completely, burying them somewhere deep inside himself that even he can’t reach, despite the way his heart sinks and his hands tighten on the steering wheel the more he thinks about what your family said.

He doesn’t have to look at you to know that you’re frowning. You’ve always been able to see right through him, so of course you know that something’s bothering him, no matter how hard he tries to convince you otherwise.

He still hasn’t looked at you, but he imagines you sitting in the passenger seat with your arms crossed over your chest, furrowing your brows the way you always do when you can’t figure something out. “Did my family say something to you?”

He lets himself glance at you long enough to flash you a tight smile, a forced curving of his lips that doesn’t meet his eyes. “Nothing worth repeating.”

Your eyes narrow at his words, lips parting like you want to say something else, but then he’s pulling up in front of your apartment building and parking the car, and the moment is gone. The silence follows you into the lobby, up the elevator and all the way inside your shared apartment.

Suna quickly decides that he hates this kind of silence. He hates how bothered he still is about you and your stupid ex even more. Mostly, he hates the distance he feels between you now, even though he knows it’s one of his own creation.

He wants nothing more than to get rid of it, to lay his head in your lap and tell you exactly why he’s so upset while you stroke his hair and comfort him, but doing so would require him to be honest about his feelings, and you both already know how shitty he is at that. And the last thing Suna wants to do right now is start a fight, especially when he already feels like he’s not good enough for you.

You must sense his hesitance, because in the end, you’re the one that comes to him. You corner him while he’s sitting at the edge of your shared bed, approaching him with the same amount of care and delicateness you’d use with a stray cat.

You’re both still wearing your wedding clothes, but neither of you seems to care much about that right now. You push his jacket off his shoulders and he lets you, watching as you fold it with careful hands and set it neatly down on the bed next to him.

You move to stand in front of him, resting your hands on his shoulders. Suna finds himself shifting almost automatically to accommodate you, spreading his thighs so you can stand comfortably between his legs.

Then you’re running your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp in just the way he likes, and whatever ideas he had before about keeping his feelings to himself and suffering in silence immediately vanish from his brain. He’s nothing but putty in your hands right now, and all it took was one measly touch from you.

You’re good at that, Suna thinks. You’re good at softening him, at making him feel safe and loved, like he can tell you anything without being judged. It’s one of the things he loves the most about you.

It’s also why, despite his earlier hesitance, he allows himself to melt into your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against your stomach while you continue to run your fingers through your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of his head every now and then.

The two of you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and breathing in sync. Then you’re tugging gently at his scalp, coaxing him into looking up at you with your fingers in his hair. He goes willingly, always, for you.

“Are you ready to talk about it now?” you ask, soft and seeking, free of any judgment.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid,” Suna mumbles, chin tucked securely against your body.

You press a soothing kiss to his forehead for good measure. “Try me.”

And though the thought of baring his feelings so openly still makes him kind of queasy, he does it anyway, relenting. “I didn’t know your ex was gonna be at the wedding.”

“Who, Haru? That’s who this is about?” You blink as genuine surprise laces your features, as if you’ve actually forgotten about your ex entirely, which pleases Suna more than he cares to admit. “He’s friends with my cousin. We all grew up together. I thought I told you that.”

“You did.” The smile he gives you is curt and tight-lipped. It doesn’t reach his eyes. “You just didn’t tell me how devastated your family was when the two of you broke up.”

“So they did say something to you, didn’t they?” You shake your head, understanding flashing in your eyes as your lips curve into a frown. “Who was it? Wait, don’t tell me– Aunt Eri?”

“The one and only,” Suna confirms, much to your chagrin. “She and Haru’s mom were convinced the two of you were meant to be, and that you were –get this– absolutely perfect for each other.”

The words taste sour in his mouth, a bitterness filling his voice that he only hopes you know isn’t directed towards you. Thankfully, you don’t seem to take any offense to it. If anything, you look upset for him, your jaw dropping and eyes widening in disbelief which quickly turns to anger at your own aunt’s audacity.

“Oh, no. Rin, baby, I’m so sorry,” you say, and he can tell from the look in your eyes how much you mean it. “They had no right to say any of that, least of all in front of you.” You lift a hand to cup his cheek and shake your head, eyes soft and apologetic. “I can only imagine how shitty it was to hear.”

“Yeah,” he mutters, frowning at the memory, “no kidding.” But he leans into your touch anyway, brushing his lips against your palm so you know he doesn’t blame you. “That’s not really the part that bothered me, anyway.”

You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head curiously. “Then what did?”

Suna already knows the answer, but he wants to hear it from you, which is why he takes a deep breath and asks, “Why did you and Haru break up?”

“We were going to different colleges,” you reply, confirming what your aunt told him. “We agreed it was the best thing for the both of us.”

And though it’s exactly the answer he was expecting, that still doesn’t make hearing it hurt any less. He swallows the lump in his throat and looks away, voice quieting. “So if you never broke up with him back then, you’d probably still be with him right now.”

“And if I won the lottery when I was eighteen the way I hoped I would, then I’d probably be single and in Madrid right now,” you shoot back easily, without missing a beat. “What’s your point?”

Suna frowns, fixing you with a pointed look. “Your family likes him. I mean, they really, really like him. Way more than they like me.”

“Well, then,” you lean forward, lips curving up into a smile, “I guess it’s a good thing you’re dating me and not any of them, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, the frown on his face deepening even further. “You don’t get it. The only reason the two of you didn’t work out is because of bad timing, not because you didn’t love him anymore.”

“But that’s the thing. I don’t love him anymore, Rin. I love you and only you,” you insist. “I’m not the person I was when Haru and I were together. I grew up. I went to college, I moved out on my own, and then we met, and I fell in love with you.”

“That’s exactly my point,” he argues. “None of that would’ve ever happened if you hadn’t broken up with him. If he’d reached out to you while you were still in college, then you and I wouldn’t even be together right now.”

“But he didn’t, and he won’t. And even if he did now, it wouldn’t matter, because the only person I’m in love with is you.”

Your voice is steady, firm, leaving little room for argument. He tries anyway, opening his mouth to speak again, but you silence him with a finger pressed to his lips. And though Suna still isn’t completely convinced you’re what he deserves, he listens, quieting down long enough to hear you out properly.

“Rin, baby, if we sit here and argue about all the what if’s, we’ll always find some kind of excuse for why we couldn’t have been together,” you reason. “But we are, so why does it matter? We’re here together now, and I chose you– because I wanted you. I still want you.”

He watches, heart full and racing, as you settle yourself into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, knees on either side of his thighs. He doesn’t hesitate to welcome you, hands resting on your hips, the weight of you warm and familiar in his arms.

“Do you still want me?” you ask, as if you don’t already know, as if there was ever any doubt.

And that, he quickly realizes, is exactly the point you’re trying to make, because no matter what happened in the past, no matter who the two of you have been with before this, he’s the one you’re choosing now, just like you are for him.

“More than I know what to do with,” he answers, reaching a hand up to your face to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Then it’s settled. Everything else is just background noise.” You kiss him, then, deep and wanting, and it’s all he can do to kiss you back, longing and eager. You smile when you pull away, a sweet, loving thing he feels like an idiot for ever even doubting in the first place. “Okay?”

And Suna smiles, relieved, resting his forehead against yours.

“Okay.”

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