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Welcome And Goodbye.

For how it seemed, I should've stayed and let you be. Run into my heart so carelessly, That's the reason I'm afraid. You're the thought that can't be tamed, And I'm trying to be sane.

TSUKISHIMA,Akaashi,Suna (?), SUGAWARA,Eita,Asahi (jst a hunch.) and idk.

kita and his baby girl who brings him all the frogs she catches in the paddies. she scoops them up with her bare hands and cups them between her little palms. the frog belts out a worried note and makes a bid for freedom; she shuts her hands around it.

"gentle," kita reminds her, closing his big hands around hers so he can loosen her grip a bit. "like with the ducks, remember?"

her brow furrows, her dark eyebrows pinching together. "gentle," she repeats.

"s'right, baby. we're gentle with animals."

"and people!"

kita nods. "and people too."

"no biting."

he coughs out a laugh, glad you're not here to see the way her smile widens. "no biting," he agrees. "and no frogs in the house. c'mon, it's time to let frog-san go."

"but i wanna keep 'im."

"but then you can't catch 'im again."

she pauses, considering. she raises her hands to peek between them; the frog ribbits sadly. "bye frog-san."

kita helps her return the frog to the paddy gently. it hops away quickly, disappearing into the murky water.

"what're we gonna do when we get home?" he asks.

"wash our paws!"

"s'right," he says. she reaches for him and he scoops her up, settling her onto his hip as he starts to walk back to his old truck. "and then what?"

"dinner! so we can get big and strong an' catch more frogs!"

a smile unfurls on kita's lips. "so we can catch more frogs," he agrees. "as many as you want."

she squints up at him. "promise?"

"yeah, baby," he says, pressing a kiss to her hair, as gray as the moon. "i promise."

line one - the sound booth guy m.list

    "you are on line one, what would you like to talk it out with me about?"

  sitting in front of a microphone, you feel your gaze boring into the glass. just beyond the tinted window sits sakusa kiyoomi, your new sound engineer. he's looking down at the tapestry of instruments in front of him, prodding at different dials and knobs. pursing your lips, you listen in as a slightly distorted voice echoes through the call.

  it vibrates, a light sound of crackling in the background. "uh- hello? hey, i was just calling for some relationship advice. my, well not quite girlfriend, friend... well she recently started talking to another person," the voice waivers slightly as they get to the more difficult situation that they're going through.

  "and i think she likes them, but we've gone out a few times. i really want to full time date her, but i'm just worried she'll leave me for them. trying to sound vague, sorry," it rattles through your headphones and into your ears. 

  biting your lip, you let out a short and succinct sigh. raising the volume just slightly so the caller could hear. "well, line one, so you think she likes them? but has she flat out told you, or are you attempting to read through the lines?"

  "she never told me, but she laughs constantly. we don't talk as much because she spends a lot of time talking to them. i'm just feeling heartbroken, y/n," the volume nearly peaks as they get closer to their phone, sakusa immediately fiddling with a dial to keep it to a reasonable volume.

  your fingers start playing with a small fidget toy off to the side, the stress ball-like toy squishes beneath the pressure. the worst types of you advice you give out always come from the romance topic. whether it be wondering how to propose or how to get over a breakup, you always feel out of your depth. love isn't your topic of interest, typically. 

  "right, obviously when you start getting left out, it hurts. but your best bet is always going to be to talk it out. but with her, obviously," you laugh a little, trying to lighten the mood some for the caller and others listening, "you'll never know what's really happening until you ask. and if she does want to be with them, then that's her loss. you are worth more than situationships, caller!"

  across from the window, you can see sakusa nodding to himself. narrowing your eyes, you wonder if he's agreeing with what you're saying, or simply listening to music in one year. leaning back into his chair, he finally looks up, meeting your eyes. your gaze shifts back to your desk, hoping he didn't see you practically staring.

  "thank you.." their voice grows quiet, a second of dead air starting, your heartbeat racing as you wonder what to say next.

  "you're welcome, caller, trust me when i say that the right partner will come to you about this stuff. so exude the energy you want to be given, and if it doesn't work, just know, you will find someone it does work with," you try to keep the same energy throughout the whole conversation despite the slight exhaustion you're starting to feel.

  "you're right.. i'm going to go talk to her now and figure it out! thanks again, y/n," the line clicks, the caller leaving to figure out their life.

  "of course. now before we get on to the next caller, it's time for our regularly scheduled song of the hour. this first one is going to be 'do you want to do nothing with me?' by lawrence. this soul-pop band will really get anyone longing for domestic bliss," you tap against the desk, eyes gazing at your laptop.

  pressing a finger against the mouse, you press play, letting the song play through the station. taking off your headphones, you let out a deep sigh, peering at the empty coffee cup. it harbors a ring where the coffee was, the homemade pale mug covered in brown stains. wrapping your fingers through it, you walk into the sound booth. 

  "that was great, we typically take a few minute break to get a snack, some coffee. which i would definitely recommend because these early hours can be a bitch," you shrug, standing in the sound booth's entrance. 

  the door rests against you, foot pushing against it occasionally as it falls back towards you. sakusa nods, looking across the board, "i have a few snacks in here, plus an energy drink in the mini fridge. so i'll he fine until the next break."

  "alright, your loss, sakusa. i'll be back in a minute, if the song ends-"

  "play a similar song and hope no one notices," he finishes your sentence, not realizing that you learned that very phrase from atsumu. 

  narrowing your eyes, you nod, smiling to yourself. backing out of the booth, you walk into the main hallway, walls lined with photos of famous hosts within the company. atsumu’s headshot rests loud and proud in front of his recording studio, a light placed right above it. closing your eyes, you take in a deep breath. 

  letting a jitter coursing through your body come to a quiet feeling. resting in the back of your lungs, you walk through the hall of fame, pushing open the door to the break room. inside shows even more photos of crew members. the sound engineers all stand together behind a booth, sakusa included.

  he’s standing in the back, hands in his pockets. a soft smile, one you’d like to see in person, lines his lips. he sits in another photo, atsumu standing behind his chair, hands on sakusa’s shoulders. now, he’s smiling widely, nearly laughing in the photo. narrowing your eyes, you wonder if you’ll ever get this way with him. if you’ll befriend him in such a way. 

  “who’s that?” a familiar voice rings through your ears.

  yachi stands in the doorway a few feet away from you, a fabric measuring tape draped along her shoulders. oh right, you think to yourself, she’s doing fittings this week for promotional material. “my sound booth guy, sakusa. he came from atsumu’s show. just starting to notice that he’s pretty deep in this business,” you purse your lips, nearly forgetting about your coffee. 

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Bye nations, I'll shall perish for 3weeks. Works are waiting for me.

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(I'll might bring some stories when I'm back, who knows?) ^.^

how do u write so clearly and simple yet so beautiful? genuinely asking

OMG STOPPP tysm for enjoying my writing !!! bro actually i’ve been hearing a lot of comments and reblogs saying my writing style is simple yet detailed (?) which is such a compliment but also like i lowkey had no idea bcuz i don’t really know what my writing comes off as to other people ???? if that makes sense ??? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

but here’s some tips/habits i’ve noticed i use when i’m writing:

keep it simple !! when i first started writing i was so obsessed with trying to make my writing “better” than it actually was — the absolute tip top tier of perfection that looked like this — google searching pretty and fancy words as well as synonyms for simple words. my search history would be all synonyms for laugh or synonyms for happy and the piece would just end up feeling so stiff and devoid of any writing style or voice

reading back on my old writing, sometimes it’s so obvious i had no fucking clue what those words meant !! so trust yourself- trust that what you already know works great— and sometimes less is more

speaking of less is more— a lot of times, i tend to glaze over a lot of minute details n stuff in my fics. this is obviously just preference: some authors describe everything and it turns out great. but i kinda like focusing less on the constant details and more on the overarching ideas??

for example, something like this:

osamu wakes up and blinks at the ceiling blah blah blah and rubs his eyes. he gets out of bed and pulls his shirt on blah blah and leaves the house to walk to the corner store with an umbrella. on the way he looks at the purple flowers and his shoes. when he gets in the store he thinks about buying some bread and butter

would actually look like this:

when osamu wakes up, the only thing on his mind is sweet bread and butter from that corner store down the street— the one with the purple flowers.

lmk if u guys want more ??? tips ? i was about to write some more but Idk if u all want that LMFAOOAOA

we fly together | kageyama tobio x reader

in which kageyama tobio is born for several things: the court, his team, and you. and he really, really wants to marry you.

wc: 766 | gn reader | little glimpses of your relationship with tobio over the years

There are several givens in Kageyama Tobio’s life. 

There’s volleyball. It’s in his blood. Volleyball is shoes squeaking on floors, the shrill of a whistle, Nikuman after practice, and that sweet, sweet feeling of connection– fingers brushing yellow and blue leather and palms aching after a serve. Kageyama Tobio was born for the court and born to fly. 

His team is one of them. There’s Sugawara, who still treats him to yakitori and an Asahi Dry (or three) whenever he’s back in Miyagi. Daichi sends him assorted nuts from Sendai every once in a while and Nishinoya mass e-mails him slightly blurry pictures of his life abroad on New Years. Ushijima buys electrolytes for him and Kourai. Shouyou is, well, Shouyou, and Kageyama counts him as two givens. 

There’s the small things too: he takes a little too long to read Kanji, he buys a new face wash every month, he will always avoid rush hour. 

And then, he thinks, there’s you. 

It hits him in full force in the middle of the street on a Tuesday evening as he holds a plastic bag of groceries. It also, consequently, renders him immobile for ten minutes, because Tobio had never been one to dwell on the givens. But as he stands on the pavement and his bag carries the burden of hashi for two, yogurt for two, two packs of sandwiches and four bags of gummies,

 ( because you really like those gummies: and Tobio had thought, if you like the grape flavor, then you should also try the strawberry. And if you wanted to try something new, you might crave the fizzy Cola ones. And if you liked the Cola ones, then he had to buy the Ramune flavored ones, too ) 

Tobio gets the urge to buy a ring. And an urge, no, a craving to marry you. 

Tobio remembers study sessions in high school and desperate makeouts in Karasuno’s dusty storage closet. He remembers the firsts: first conversation, first fight, first kiss, first date. Sprinting on beaches before the sun kissed the horizon and laying underneath the stars. He remembers graduation under cherry blossoms and pressing his second button into your palm with red cheeks and shaking hands. 

There were tears, too. Anger as he realized he couldn’t, for once, be selfish and have both you and professional volleyball. Anger as you had cried and cried and cried in his arms because you were getting your degree in Miyagi and he was moving to Tokyo. Anger as you had suggested breaking things off because you knew that Kageyama was born for the court. To fly. 

And you had said, between tears, that Tokyo was his potential. Because you knew him, and you knew that he didn’t like texting and that he wasn’t good at communicating, but you somehow underestimated how much you meant to him. Then: you had stopped crying because Kageyama was crying. And you had never seen Kageyama cry. 

You were there when Kageyama started on the National Team, standing in the bleachers with the biggest smile he had ever seen, jumping as you turned to show him the Kageyama embroidered on the back of your jersey. You were there when he accepted his position on the Adlers, and watched their broadcasted games behind textbooks and journals and pencils from your dorm in Sendai. 

Kageyama was there when you called him sobbing because the pipes in your dorm leaked. He was there when you got fired from your part time job for slapping a customer. Begrudgingly, he was there when you asked him to have Oikawa Tooru sign twelve jerseys for your friends at university. And then, he was there when you graduated college, diploma in hand and a blush on your cheeks as you pressed your button into his palm even though you really weren’t supposed to do that. 

Now you’re in Tokyo, having accepted his slightly bashful request for you to move in with him– in a nice apartment on the fourteenth floor overlooking the city; because even though he didn’t really like heights, he knew you loved city lights and people-watching. And if he had to cover his face when he saw the nameplate next to your shared apartment that read Kageyama, well. You didn’t have to know that. 

He’s still on the street, and he’s still holding his grocery bag, but his eyes are firm because he really wants to make your last name Kageyama. 

So he makes a phone call. 

“Tanaka-san,” He says before his former upperclassman can react. “Where did you buy Shimizu’s ring?” 

Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid. The house is white and the lawn is dead. The lawn is dead, the lawn is dead.

Synopsis : timeskip!Kita could only wish things turned out differently, so you and him could sit by the porch, watching the wheat grows together. Although, sometimes, things doesn't last long.

wc : 584

-> timeskip!Kita x reader

-> a loss of reader due to terminal illness, reader in the hospital. kita grieving over reader's death. angst w no happy ending.

A/N : i honestly do not remember who made the divider, but credit to them! Also thanks c.ai, for giving me ideas!!

Gentle hugs and hand-holding while cackling together is something Kita Shinsuke values very much, especially when it comes to you, his lover. Whenever you would get out from the door to the porch just to give him a helping hand, he refuses most of the time. But knowing how stubborn you are, he will let you do your thing, under his instructions, of course.

Besides, Kita Shinsuke loves the smiles and the giggles that you both share while helping him out on his farm, a quiet and peaceful life that he wouldn't trade for anything.

You are his world, forever.

But sometimes things do not go our way, including Kita.

...

Is it your soul laying by his side, or just your body? Long awaiting for you to wake up, to escape from this nightmare. Yet, eventually, you'll wave him goodbye. Either it be a short goodbye or none, but it's better than nothing.

The sounds of your unstable breathing, the coldness of the hospital—or is it just him feeling numb and the way your body doesn't radiate warmth anymore?

If only, maybe once again, you would squeeze his hand when he keeps your cold hand in his. Within the warmth Kita used to give, as you initiated too, was replaced by an emptiness, loneliness, and numbness that he dislikes, hates. At least, give him some pity, would you? On his knees, praying to God to give you some time so he could just see the smile he craved for before replacing it with a lifeless expression of yours.

Kita had known your lifespan was short since the doctor had informed him about it. But can't God put mercy on you? Can't he hear your voice once again? To see your grin, to savor the sweetness of you giving all of your affection towards him.

In addition, it wasn't getting any better, and Kita is aware of that. By your side, he had sat on the chair, leaning against the side of your body—while you kept laying on the hospital bed. The railing of the bed was cold, an unwelcoming coldness, merely to remind Kita that you won't be with him. In the end, you'll be buried, and he could only sit by your grave, hoping things turned out differently.

The pleading, begging, holding you close to him so you will hear him. So you wouldn't leave him, so you would just tease him that you will stay by his side. Yet, your soul wasn't there anymore. It was long gone.

As he quietened down his cries, knowing that it'd be pointless. Because at last, he couldn't do anything expect to accept the grief.

A reminder for him to stop trying, to let you go.

...

Rummaging, or more like cleaning your things out. If you were there, he'd probably tell you to put your things in order, and you'd give him an "I'll do it later, Shin!" expression. Although this time, it's him doing it for you, like always.

Yet, there are no more sounds of whining and telling him not to throw away the old belongings of yours that you find oddly valuable; he never gets why. But he supposes he'll keep it safe and sound, just for you.

Putting your things in a few boxes. Since it would be safer, he wouldn't want to damage them. Hanging a picture of Kita and you together on the table, decorating it with your pictures and his. Dedicated to you, Shinsuke's lover.

Maybe in another universe, Kita wishes to hear your "I love you, Shin!" or perhaps that you'll stick by his side forever, mentally and physically.

And when the rice finally blooms. Usually, you and Kita makes rice cakes together; playful banter and all. But now, Kita supposedly he'll make it alone, in the kitchen that filled with silence.in somewhat way, he wishes you'll come behind his back and maybe cheer him up, like you always do.

Yet, it'll stay as a bittersweet memories.

Making rice cakes alone wasn't fun, especially when the tears shedding from Kita's eyes, as he sobs quietly.

mumbling 'I miss you.' between his sobs.

505

Stop and wait a sec'

Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?

I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck

..Or I did last time I checked

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Synopsis : Lately, Shoyo had been onto something and that makes you worried since he's been escaping from your guys 'rules' in the household. And that's lead to confronting him about it.

-> timeskip!shoyo is being slick (but not rlly) so you had to catch him and shred him to pieces/jk. Establish relationship. In general, fluff bc shoyo in angst? *Heart shattered.*

wc : 670 (drabbles)

A/N : theme makes me want to scream, legit had to search for a divider for a few mins and ended up using the ones in my gallery :')

Goodbye and welcome kisses are a must.

Either when it's Shoyo or you going out, which meant leaving one or the other. Showing love through small pecks, intertwining your pinky with his became somewhat of a routine as a greeting and goodbye. Even when in such a rush, this tradition has no exceptions, as it's a must.

...

So when Shoyo just disappears, leaving no trace behind except for a 'I'm going!' and the sound of the door shutting, perhaps he's too late for training? Or he had forgotten about—there's absolutely no way,not a bit would he forget the kisses you always share.

Or has his brain got a memory loss? The thought lingered in your mind as you kept on with your daily tasks before taking your leave as well. It happened tomorrow once again, then the next day.

Now, that's suspicious, Shoyo.

But before you can catch on, he always leaves earlier than he normally would. In addition, it makes things worse because that's even more suspicious.

Yet, you wouldn't put an accusation against Shoyo; he's a sweetheart. There's no way he would do something behind your back, maybe.

And that's how you are waiting near the door, awaiting his figure to leave the house with a goodbye kiss because, you’re sure, if this keeps continuing, then you'll be crazy by the end of the week. For your sanity, you have to put an end to this.

...

In simple terms, you wouldn't let it slide today.

And when Shoyo finally rushes to the door, just to be greeted by someone with a big, wide frown like a pouting child that made him chuckle. Although he tried to refrain from it because that means you're upset. As he picked up his sports shoes, sliding them on easily without any disturbance—only your frown.

Just as Shoyo is about to open the doorknob, holding onto it, you say, "My kiss?" The sharpness in your voice, the glare that could just pierce his back, he swore it was (very) scary for someone who's lovely. Shoyo's head slowly turned to face you with a sheepish smile as he pulled his hand from the knob.

Of course, you noticed.

And how doomed Shoyo is now.

"Aw, miss me that much?" he teases while taking you in his arms, wrapping you close to him before pecking your lips as per usual.

"Well, a certain someone may have forgotten the rules here," you retorted, still keeping the slight resentment in your tone. As a result, Shoyo cackles.

Okay, he's been caught.

"Oh, I definitely owe Atsumu a drink after this," he muses while keeping his arms under yours. Alright, that got your attention fully.

Atsumu? Drink? What is he on to? Shoyo only cackles more when he sees the confusion written on your face.

It turns out Atsumu had made a bet with Shoyo. That if he managed to go without a goodbye and a welcome kiss for about a week, he'd buy Shoyo a drink. Now, everything clicked together like a complete puzzle. Although your nose scrunched at his words before he brushed his against yours playfully.

Maybe that's why he's been running away...

and Shoyo earned a gentle slap on the shoulder from you. "You—fine, no more goodbye kisses then!" you said, trying to escape from his grasp, still upset by how he just acted so casually. "No, wait! I love your kisses!" Jokingly, Shoyo tightened his grip and hoped to never let go.

Well, not now at least.

Perhaps he should do this again; your reaction was absolutely hilarious (and sweet), although he'll keep that to himself since telling you that, would just earn another slap from you.

And how Atsumu was grateful for you because the drink was definitely a blessing. After that, Shoyo noted to not put anything involving love and affection between you two, since in the end, he'll lose anyway.

But did he regret it? Nope, witnessing your reactions towards his (feigning) dismissal of your shared intimacy is the best.

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kita loves you so much. from the bottom of his heart, with his entire soul, to the moon and back he's in love with you.

which is why he's out in the garden with you at 10:30pm.

it all started about an hour ago while the two of you were relaxing on the couch. kita was reading a book, you were flipping through a cookbook you found in the closet. everything was peaceful and quiet, only the soft hum of the dishwasher in the background, until you shot up with a gasp.

"shin, my ring!"

the search started in the living room, tearing apart the couch cushions and blankets in a frenzy. then you two moved to the kitchen. kita went under the sink to undo the pipes, just in case you dropped it while the two of you did dishes together. you checked the garbage, counter tops, and cabinets. kita hit his head on the bottom of the sink when you let out a rather worrisome groan.

"what's wrong love?"

"i think it's in the garden."

the two of you ran out the door soon after that with flashlights and made a bee line to the garden next to the barn. it's dusk now, sun long gone and the sky coated in a dark purple. you've been apologizing over and over, voice full of worry about the mistake. kita's been nothing but calm, always kissing your cheeks and assuring you it's going to be okay.

while he's been nothing but relaxed smiles, he's actually quite worried.

that ring was not only expensive, but something very heartfelt that he spent weeks putting together. the ring is a family ring from kita's grandmother, with the stone from his great grandmother's ring. it's gorgeous, and looks even better when it's on your finger.

most of all though, it reminds everyone that you're forever his.

"where were ya when ya took it off?"

"right when i started, i took it off to make sure i wouldn't plant it by mistake," you pace in front of the gates, moving the flash light everywhere and anywhere to hopefully catch something sparkling. "maybe i forgot? but i swear i didn't."

kita's heart is racing. he keeps telling himself that it's going to be okay and it's just a ring! but deep down he can't accept that. he's on his hands and knees, feeling around in the dirt for the diamond.

"we'll find it sweetheart, i promise. we just gotta keep lookin'," he grunts as he stands back up, walking towards the new rows of carrots that you made earlier.

"i'm so sorry," you apologize for what must be the 100th time, but your husband just smiles and waves it off.

you wipe your hands off on your jeans for a second, and your stomach drops when something oddly ring-like runs underneath your palm.

"no, no, no," you mumble, shoving your hand into your front pocket to pull out the reason for the now unnecessarily stressful evening.

"what?" kita walks over to you quickly, laughing when he sees the ring in your hand. you throw your head back and groan, but kita only smiles. he takes your now sparkly hand in his, walking back to your house.

"i can't believe that i did that, i'm so embarrassed. i'm sorry shin, i'll be more careful."

he opens the back door for you, patting your bum as you walk in.

"don't worry baby. ya found it, and that's all that matters."

you shuffle into the kitchen and grab the tea pot from the stove, letting out a sigh of relief while you fill it up at the sink.

"in my jeans! of all places,"

kita comes up behind you and rests his hands on your hips. he places a kiss on your cheek and snorts.

"that's the best part," he pokes your side, earning a giggle.

"if it were a snake, it woulda bit ya."

a place to call home — k. shinsuke

one bed + childhood rivals/friends to lovers

synopsis. "be kind, shinsuke." that's what yumie always told her grandson. and he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.

wc. ~2k

— for @mastering-procrastinating & an anon bff! 🫶 | event masterlist ✉️

The day after Kita Shinsuke turns six years old, the vacant house across the street suddenly springs to life with occupants.

His life spirals from being humble and quiet to chaotic in 24 hours. Suddenly, he's responsible for taking care of the bratty kid next door even though they're his age. His bedtime gets thrown out the window because he needs to chase them down to get them to brush their teeth, and his dinner always has some suspiciously missing elements that he never finds.

You become the centerpiece of his entire existence—a floating memory in every crevice of his mind.

Kita hears your laughter in the songs of his childhood; feels your hands roughly pushing him and dragging him around by the wrist; smells the minty toothpaste he forcefully shoved into your mouth after finally catching up to you. 

It seems as though you and him were born to be polar opposites. Where he climbs you stumble. Where he sits quietly at the dinner table, you have a never-ending stream of anecdotes to tell Granny (even though half of them are greatly exaggerated—he was literally there to witness it). Where he behaves like a normal child, you can't even sit still during storytime in class.

However, your differences do little to remove you from his life. Where he goes, you go.

It's a consequence of growing up thirty meters from your front door and having you over when your parents suddenly uproot to go on week-long business trips.

And he wouldn't care so much, really, if it weren't for the fact that Granny had equal amounts of love to go around. That, and he would have to sleep on the floor whenever you came around.

For someone so disciplined and grounded, Kita Shinsuke was an envious child. He hated having you in his home, because it meant that his beloved Granny had to split her attention between the two of you. Because she would always tuck you in before him. Because you were louder, more needy, more everything. Because he often woke up with back pains at the ripe age of six years old.

When Kita turns eight, he finally bubbles over.

You're on the swings behind one of your friends, standing on the back of the seat and clinging to the chains. You're being careless, and he would be remiss if you were to hurt yourself.

"Get down from there," he scolds, standing in front of the swing set to stop you from continuing.

"Make me!" You exclaim back, childishly sticking out your tongue and rocking the swing back and forth, gesturing to your friend to keep going.

"Stop."

He comes up behind you and tugs at your shirt, making you wobble.

"Quit it, Shin!"

"You'll hurt yourself!"

He convinces himself that he only cares so much because Granny would have to spend more time with you to patch you up if you fell, and not because he would hate to see your snotty, crying face.

No, it doesn't make his heart squeeze. Not even a little.

Eventually, you end up face first in the wood chips anyway, with Kita hovering over you looking guilty as ever. He hadn't meant to pull you off so roughly, nor had he meant for you to land on the ground like that.

Oh. Why does it hurt him so much?

That night, you don't sleep in his room.

You end up tucked into Granny's bed instead, down the hall. He misses your presence—he even ends up on the floor though the bed is empty for him to take.

He blinks up at the space where you should be and feels bitterness swelling in his throat. 

"Shin." His Granny calls softly when she eventually comes into his room. She doesn't sound the least bit angry, but he still aches with nothing but guilt.

"M'sorry." He knows the apology should be for you, but you couldn’t even look him in the eye over dinner.

His Granny only sighs, kneeling down beside his futon with a tired huff. A reminder of her age. He only feels worse.

"Be kind, Shinsuke."

"I'm tryin'," he argues weakly.

She's silent for a pause before she carefully tucks the silver hair from his eyes.

"You'd be lonely too if I were gone all the time, eh?"

"..."

Kita pulls the covers closer to his chin. Yes, he was aware there was a reason you were always here. There was a reason your house was devoid of life despite being filled with furniture. There was a reason you wanted Granny to love you so much, cementing in the gaps where your parents were always absent.

Did you ever want him to love you like that, too?

The next night, he sits you down on the edge of the tub with no complaints. And he's surprised that you accept the toothbrush into your mouth so easily, no resistance and no qualms like you usually have.

He sees the tired defeat in your eyes, feels the awkward tension in the bathroom, and guides your hand to the end of the brush so you can do it yourself.

"I'm sorry," he tells you without elaborating. You never need him to. (When you reminisce about this day, you sometimes laugh to yourself. You always did love how straightforward he was.)

His words are followed by a tense hug, his hands holding your head against his tummy. The brush stops moving in your mouth as you hug him back.

It dawns on him then: he's just as much of a kid as you are—feeling something as petty as jealousy when all you needed was a hug.

One day, he swears, he'll make it up to you. And he'll be nicer, too. It's the least he can do if he's all the company you have until your parents return.

Be kind, Shinsuke. That's what Yumie always told her grandson. And he would live by those words—even if it meant sleeping on the floor every weekend.

The day after Kita Shinsuke turns twenty-two years old, your apartment floods.

Of course he's the first one there, helping you move what you could salvage from the apartment into suitcases and onto the back of his truck. Of course he's the one to offer a place to stay, because if not him, then who else? And of course he's the one who holds you when you're stressing about what to do and where to go, hand firmly on your back as he lets you snot on his shirt like you've done since you were six.

For a brief moment, it feels as though he's just a little kid again with you making a mess of the home he grew up in.

Well, mess is a stretch—you've infinitely matured since starting food wars with him over dinner, but the point stands when he ends up helping you with an assignment. It had been pushed to the backburner with everything going on, whilst you were moving essentially everything you owned into his house as if you paid rent there.

He should have known that some things never change.

"I can't believe you kicked me out onto the floor."

Kita shuffles in the comfort of his duvet, resting atop his mattress. He stares at you with honey brown eyes swimming in conflict from the bed.

You curl tighter into a ball on the futon. And he knows this ploy—knows that you're trying to guilt trip him into swapping places with you. You've always been manipulative when it came to him, and god-forbid he be anything but an angel to you. (Because his Granny told him to, not for any other reason at all.)

"M'not the one who made a bet they couldn't win."

Words straight and cutting as ever, like a blade through your heart. You pout childishly, rolling over so that your back is turned to him.

It was your idea to challenge him when he said you were on your phone too much while working. It was your idea to be a brat and defiantly say that you could finish your assignment by midnight. It was your idea to bet this all on the most beloved yet war-inducing place in the entire house: Kita's bed.

It's hardly his fault that you got distracted with YouTube.

"I hate you, Shin."

"No y’don't."

"I do."

"No. You don't."

"Okay fine, I don't, but can we please swap now? It's freezin’ down here."

He can practically hear the pout still engraved into your face right now. And it takes every ounce of fight in him not to give into you with the snap of a finger. To argue back and list a million reasons why he should be allowed in his own bed.

Yet here he is, slipping out of the sheets almost instantly and crouching down beside the futon. He shakes your shoulder.

"Fine. Get goin' before I change my mind."

Any resolve left in his body melts away when you shoot upright with a bright smile, victorious as ever.

Sometimes you made it hard for him to imagine why he cared about you at all. You were too sly for your own good. How could he ever deny such a smile? It's not fair.

You scurry into his bed instantly, making yourself comfortable where you have hundreds of times before. "You should make sure I'm comfy. I am a guest in your house, y’know?"

Yes, Kita knows this all too well. You're trying to provoke him, to see how far you can push him until he breaks. Stubborn and obedient, he reaches down to slowly pull the blanket over your body.

There's a pause from you as he drapes you in warmth, blinking up at him dumbly as if you weren’t expecting him to do so without complaint.

"I'm..." You seem to choke on your own words, silently contemplating whether or not you should push further. "My face is still cold."

His hands hold your face instantly, warming your cheeks skin-to-skin. You stare at him with wide eyes, looking so surprised that he wonders if what he's doing is a mistake. But then your hands gently cover his, and you tug him closer until his knee is sinking down on the mattress beside you.

"M'super cold."

"It's twenty-two degrees in here," he informs you flatly.

You make a face, nose slightly scrunched in thought and brows pinched. It's such a troubled expression that he can't help but scoot a little closer.

He's being kind, that's all. He's just making sure you're okay as a friend. No, not even a friend—an obligatory companion. The lifelong thorn in his side. The reason why his back still aches some days.

Be kind, Shinsuke.

When did being kind turn into this? Into moving involuntarily, into having a second nature response to you? Into a stubborn body only movable by one soul, one voice, one pair of hands?

"Keep me warm, Shin."

He gives in to your whims without reason, without logic or hesitation. You are the sole person able to break down any semblance of routine that's been methodically coded into his muscles.

He doesn't get you, perhaps he never would. He would never completely understand your wishes, or how your cheeks were so cold yet burning hot at the same time, or why he was submitting to you so easily.

The only thing he knows is that you are still somehow the centerpiece of his life, dancing in the middle of it all like a black hole sucking in everything else; the whirlpool swirling in the center of calm waters; the supernova of his galaxy.

"...'Kay."

Maybe he doesn't need a reason to care about you. Maybe your very existence is reason enough. And he’s okay with that for once in his life. He had never been the type to go with the flow, but your hands are dragging up his neck and pulling his body onto the mattress.

That night, you both fall asleep in the bed.

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