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"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader

A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️

Warnings: none

„I love you too much

To live without you loving me back“

Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.

As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.

It’s Aran‘s.

„I live for your touch

I whisper your name night after night“

After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.

It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.

It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.

Kita sighs deeply.

"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“

„Heaven knows your name I've been praying

To have you come here by my side“

It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.

'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’

As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.

Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.

Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.

“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”

Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.

Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.

„Without you a part of me is missing

Just to make you my own, I will fight“

It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.

Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.

"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“

You chuckle a bit in reply.

"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.

That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.

"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.

Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.

"She’s a beauty eh?”

"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.

"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.

Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.

"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.

„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you

There's love above love and it's ours if you love me

As much“

Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.

His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.

All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.

He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.

"Whatcha doin?”

"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”

Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.

Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.

"I love you so much (Y/N).”

Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.

"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”

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Various yakuza!Haikyuu!!Character x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader

Tōru Oikawa x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Rintarō Suna x Reader Part 1

Rintarō Suna x Reader Part 2

Shinsuke Kita x Reader Part 1

Shinsuke Kita x Reader Part 2

Shūgo Meian x Reader

Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader

- MIYA TWINS, KUROO, Daichi, OIKAWA, IWA!, Bokuto, SAKUSA, SUNA, Kita

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

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

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

Thank the heavens for your stamina.

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

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

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

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

Gulping in nervousness, you approach slowly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All just to get away from her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chuckling nervously, he starts talking with his deep voice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wincing at the tightness, he thanks you quietly.

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

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

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

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

Accepting his request, you decide to drop it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The only question is…

Why does he need to do that?

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

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

Unknown number

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

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❛ ONESHOT ❜

AOBA JOHSAI

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

⚘݄ [01.43]

FUKURODANI

⚘݄

INARIZAKI

⚘݄

ITACHIYAMA

⚘݄

KARASUNO

⚘݄

NEKOMA

KUROO TETSURO

⚘݄ 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

SHIRATORIZAWA

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❛ HEADCANNONS ❜

❛ SERIES ❜

Ranaway Rich Girl ┊ Kita Shinsuke

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

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

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𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ┊Kita Shinsuke

o. PROLOGUE

E/C EYES WATCHES her surroundings with sharp eyes, her appearance is covered with a cap and a mask. Hiding from being found.

She's L/n Y/n, a girl with a very fortunate family. Their wallets never been empty ever since they are born, it's always loaded with cash and credit cards.

She's the third child of her family, with 2 older brothers and of course 2 younger brothers. Her parents were feeling a bit more aroused that the mother was announced pregnant once again but with twins.

Her brothers are married of course, now are working under their father.

Her father and mother would spoil their children with money it's their way to show their love of course seeing that being affectionate to their children would be a waste of time and they would get attached and it won't be necessary.

Her being the only daughter always spoilt with designers handbag, clothes, and of course shoes.

Her parents would brag of how their daughter is the prettiest of them all and of course it she love all those attentions she was getting.

Even though she lack of parents affections, she always have her grandmother who retired and leave the company to her son(Her father). Now she lives in Hyogo, why there she could just enjoy her rest of her life in a foreign country so why stay in Japan?

Her grandma would simply says "That's where I met your grandfather of course."

Growing up her grandmother slowly loses her contact with Y/n which the teen doesn't know why but of course asking to her parents would just a little bit of a waste of time seeing they would just respond the same like always.

"Joe please drive her to the department store and make sure she gets all designer she wants."

Things change when her parents thinks it'll be best to marry her off with a son of their colleagues. A college student with a high score, he'll be perfect for her but of course she refused knowing that they're in trouble for money and by marrying her off it means more money coming to them from the boy's family.

That's when she made a run for it. She emptied her credit card and takes loads of cash on day she runaway. Turning off her location from being tracked and keeping low profile.

Now she's in the train station waiting for her train to Hyogo prefecture to live with her grandmother.

"I won't accept it if I'm being treated like this, a sheep thrown to a herd of hungry wolves."

"The next train Shinkansen #1 track number 2 has arrived," The speaker announced as the train slows down on.

Y/n wait in line, she bought herself a tickets in a Granclass car. A premium first class. Granclass car seat cost about ¥26,360 – ¥9,870 for the train fare, and an additional ¥16,490 to upgrade to Gran Class seating. She have to get down from when it arrived at Aichi and take another train to Hyogo.

She sit down on her seat making herself comfortable, the train starts to move meaning it's departing from the station. As it moves further from the station Y/n decides to take off her cap letting it reveal her h/c hair.

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More coming soon! Also ¥36,360 to US Dollar is about 228,006 USD.

━━━━━━━𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋━━

↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Kita Shinsuke X Reader

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

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

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

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ; ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

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ㅤㅤㅤ      ㅤ ｡↷ ✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ table of contents!¡ •ଓ.°

                ┊prologue

              ┊i.    searching

               ┊ii.   two

               ┊iii. three

                ┊iv. etc

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶˗ˋ  .*ೃ✧₊˚.❁ ↷

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | Kita Shinsuke

i. CHAPTER ONE; SEARCHING

AS SOON AS the train reached Hyogo prefecture train station she quickly eats and went to find her grandmother, she should have asked her parents or the head butler where her grandmother is but that would give them suspicion that she was going to her grandmother's house.

She walked through houses, she firstly went to the elite side of the houses who knows she might found her there.

She found a house with same lastname of her grandmother, she quickly rang the doorbell, she beamed when the door is answered. "Grandma!" But it wasn't an elder woman she's looking for but a woman in her 20's.

"May I help you?"

"I'm sorry do you work here?" She asked the woman.

"Work here? What are you talking about? I live here this is my house that I share with my husband." The woman replied with a confused look.

"Ah do you perhaps know L/n Sera, I'm her granddaughter." Y/n told her proudly.

"L/n Sera? I'm sorry I don't know her."

Y/n then nods and give her a bow "Well I'm sorry for wasting your time."

"It's alright, I hope you'll find her."

As soon the woman closed the door Y/n sighs in disappointment, scratching her head. She sure knows her grandmother is very rich then how come she couldn't find her?

She went searching through houses to each houses even apartment. Each building she checked every unit. There's no L/n Sera, well she did found someone with the same name but it wasn't the person who she's searching for.

She search the middle class people houses and nothing, now she's in the park taking a break from all the searching she's done for each house.

"I should call the head maid," Y/n mumbled, she knows her grandmother head maid. She's stern but nice, just like how a mother should act. The head maid is someone she can think of and someone she can think that is close to have the title mother.

The head maid once gave Y/n her phone number. She quickly dialed the head maid number the phone rings.

"Hello?" It was a child voice.

"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo?" She ask the child.

"Nishimura Kayo? Who's that? I don't know who's that is and mommy told me not to strangers, so bye strangers!"

"Hey wait!" Y/n yell to the phone.

"Eiki-kun who are you talking to? Aren't supposed to be in bed? You're still sick, I'll take that phone thank you. Hello who is this?" A female voice asked.

"Hello? Is there Nishimura Kayo? I'm L/n Y/n. She's be my grandmother's head maid, is she there? I'd wish to speak with her." Y/n said trying to be polite.

"Nishimura Kayo? Mrs.Kayo is in the hospital she's in labor and I'm her son babysitter."

"She's in labor!?" Shouts Y/n to the phone out of shock. The last time she meets Nishimura Kayo she announced to Y/n that she is going to get married with a well business man.

"Yes, she's on her way giving birth to her first daughter, her second child." 

"T-then can you please tell her that L/n Y/n called her? It's important."

"I'll make sure to tell her, can you repeat your name─"

"Alright then bye" Y/n rudely said hanging up. She quickly facedpalm, Nishimura Kayo probably gave the h/c girl her house phone not her phone number.

Drip

A small drop of water drops to her nose, "Good thing there's a gazebo in this park." She quickly takes shelter under the gazebo, as she sat down she sighs, frustrated. She wants to find her grandmother and live with her instead being send off to marry someone.

"I can't ask the butlers or the maids about my grandmother's whereabout...I haven't eat lunch too..." She grumbles.

"Hey nee-chan what are you doing there?" Y/n shrieks in shock at the sudden appearance of the small boy.

"Oh my god! Kid! Don't scare me like that!" Y/n glared at the boy but he keep still face.

Y/n huffed, "I'm resting of course mister obvious."

"But there's wood termites there" the boy said making Y/n jump out from the gazebo with her suitcase and pats her body furiously to get rid of the wood termites if it's on her.

"Oh fuck" Y/n said, she just realised she's now drench from the rain.

"You better go home now nee-chan, they said today's rain won't stop till tomorrow." The boy said, "Bye!" He said walking away from the park.

"UGH WHAT!!" Y/n yelled, "I should book a hotel room now." She stated dragging her suitcase with her while being drench under the rain.

The h/c girl keeps wiping her face, grumbling she should have brought or bought an umbrella. Why didn't she just call a taxi? Oh well her phone died and her power bank is no longer usable since she used it throughout the searching of her grandmother.

"Can this get any worser?" Y/n hissed, she looks at her Vercase medusa platform heels dupes is now ruin from the rain "Aw my babies, they're my favourite." 

She glares at the sky and shouts "DAMN YOU RAIN! DAMN YOU USELESS PARENTS! DAMN YOU!" Giving the sky her middle fingers.

She pants, her throat hurting from the shouting. She walks past houses, they're not modern styled but they're traditional.

"Shit." Her head starts to throb, she leans to to the wall of the entrance. "Seriously? I didn't say if this could get any worser." She mumbled before falling limply to the ground.

A small boy stopped infront of her limp body, he's wearing a rain coat in his hand is a plastic full with snacks. He crouch down to see her face clearly.

"Nee-chan?" He mutter, he quickly gets inside his house.

"Baa-chan! Nee-chan passed out!" He yells from the entrance of his door.

His grandma tilts her head, "Passed out? Shichirou your sister is watching the TV." She said to Shichirou who shakes his head.

"No! It's the nee-chan from the park! She passed out!" Shichirou yelled.

"Passed out?" The elder woman grabs the umbrella to see it herself.

She walks out the house and meet the heavy rain herself with Shichirou beside her, she nearly scream out shock when there's really a girl around her eldest grandson age.

"Shichirou get your brother, she needs to be taken inside." The grandmother says to Shichirou, the boy nodded before rushing inside the house to call his brother.

The grandmother stood in front of Y/n with an umbrella covering them(well Y/n's head) from the rain.

Y/n fainted in front of the Kita household.

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Chapter one is out! How was it? I hope you enjoy it! 

Masterlist

FSGSHSHSJAJAJJAKAKA

but my world is you

an: this is based on the song bloom by the paper kites! i feel like this fits kita so well. his whole life and personality and its so sweet and cute :(

pairing: timeskip!kita x fem!reader

warnings: marriage, alcohol consumption, food mentions, very fluffy

-

every morning is the same, but not in a bad way.

every morning, kita's heart skips a beat.

the sun's early rays shine through the curtains, flickering slightly as they sway in the breeze. his eyelids flutter open, and he smiles to himself as he basks in the morning glow. his smile grows when he sees your sleeping figure next to him.

he feels a little embarrassed for staring at you, but he can't help it.

the golden light of the morning creates a warm glow around you, making you look celestial. the soft quilt that lays atop both of you has been shrugged off of your body slightly. reaching to pull it up, kita freezes as he hears you stir.

"shin," you mumble, eyes barely open and you stetch your arms out to him.

he chuckles. "my love?"

pulling you into his chest, you wrap your arms around him and sigh. the morning sun warming your back as you listen to kita's steady heart beat.

"what time is it?"

he glances up at the wall clock and lets out a sigh of his own. "7:10, which means it's time for me to get up," propping himself up on his elbows in an attempt to leave your shared bed, you grumble in protest.

"no, wanna be close to you," you try and pull him back into bed, but your efforts are no match to kita's need for keeping his strict schedule.

kita slowly moves around the bedroom, pulling on his work pants, socks, old shirt, and hat. shuffling to your side of the bed, kita cups your face in his rough palms. he kisses your head, breathing in your shampoo. his head swims with thoughts of you, your sweet scent, your precious laugh.

"i'll be back before ya' know it, darlin'," kissing your lips softly, pulling away with a chuckle at the pout you give him.

"c'mon, don't gimme that," crossing his arms over his chest in fake annoyance, his act falls apart when the sound of your laugh fills the room.

"i know, shin. i'll see you at lunch," blowing him a kiss, kita catches it and walks towards the back door.

-

all day long, kita can't wipe the smile off of his face. the fields of rice dance in the wind, coated in a gold warmth from the morning sun. tending to the fields, kita feels at peace. everything is growing perfectly, just the way he had hoped.

continuing his perfect schedule, kita checks his watch when he notices the shadow of the large oak tree near the barn move to cover the wagon behind it. he pulls his gloves off one by one and tucks them in his pocket, ready for some lunch.

the walk back towards the house makes his heart beat a little quicker. every day is the same. he comes in for lunch, which you always prepare for him (even though he insists he can make it), and then back out to the fields until dinner.

this has been the schedule for over a year now, yet he still gets as excited as the first time he saw you every time he comes in for a bite to eat. the warm metal band on his left hand reminds him of you all day long, and kita laughs to himself as your voice rings in his mind.

one day you're going to come home and that will be lost in the fields, shin! please leave it inside.

but he won't.

his favorite part of the walk back home is passing by the oak tree, because he gets to glance at the initials the two of you carved in it the day you first moved in. he knows that as soon as he passes that tree, it is only 45-steps until he reaches the back door.

"shin, just in time! it's like you have a sixth sense," you skip up to him, glass of lemonade in your hand.

kita thinks his heart is going to burst. not only does he have the most beautiful wife in the world, but you make him lunch every single day without a second glance.

"wash your hands, and we can start. i tried something new for lunch today, i hope you love it!"

kita laughs as he turns on the sink. "i'm sure i will, you always make the best food."

-

if there was something kita loved more than lunch time, it was dinner time. or supper, as he always calls it.

you drop the needle in the groove of your favorite record, spinning around the kitchen in your apron, waiting for kita to come home.

i'd never be late for supper!

and he isn't.

right on time, kita comes through the back door, placing his boots on the mat and hanging his jacket and gloves up on their respective hooks.

he always starts dinner by giving you a kiss on the forehead, nose, and lips, and then will wash his hands, no matter how many times you nag him for getting your apron dusty.

enjoying dinner on the front porch, the two of you watch the sun sink lower and lower in the sky. everything feels quieter, stiller almost, as the world slowly goes to sleep; except you and kita. you're sitting on his lap, laughing as kita tells you a story from his volleyball days, laughs of his own fall from his lips.

"i wish i could have been there, it sounds like it was a lot of fun," you smile, drinking the last of the wine in your glass.

"it was, but nothin' is better than this."

tilting your head, you sit up in his lap to face him. "than what, shin?"

"bein' here, close to ya', my pretty wife," he grabs your left hand, placing a kiss above the wedding ring you so proudly wear. "who treats me like a king, makes the best food i've ever tasted, and works so hard for our family."

you put your head down, foreheads touching one another.

"i love you, my king. i wouldn't have it any other way."

kita smiles wide, pulling your lips down to his, and whispers so that only you hear.

"i love you too, my sweet love."

HE DEFO GOT CONFUSED IF SOMEONE TYPE I HATE YOU WITH A😭

Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.

It’s not like it’s been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.

You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. You’re hungry, he shares his snacks.

He gives you a compliment, you… hate him?

You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRR😭😭

His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he could’ve possibly said to have you say ‘I hate you.’

Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.

The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.

He’s sure there’s someone there that can help him decipher your distress.

Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.

“Kita-San?” Osamu asks, brows furrowing. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” atsumu continues. “You’re late- you’re NEVER late.”

“And you look like you’re about to upchuck.”

Lovely.

“Osamu, Atsumu,” he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. “You’re… familiar with relationships, yes?”

“Well he’s been single since birth-“

“HEY!”

“-but I’ve got a little bit of knowledge. What’s up?”

Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamu’s shoulder to read along.

Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, “what am I looking at?”

“She hates me,” he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. “And I don’t know what I do. I don’t know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And I…” he takes a breath in to calm down, “I need your help.”

Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, “cap… you didn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t do anything- this is just… how some girls act,” osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd that’s gathered.

“Are we teaching Kita-San something now?” Suna teases, peering over Osamu’s shoulder to read the message. “Teaching him about giiiiiirls.”

And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesn’t need to be taught anything…

But maybe he does.

Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captain’s phone back to him, “sometimes, girls are just… uhm….”

“Aggressive?” He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.

“No,” Osamu hums thoughtfully. “I would probably say more… excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna… be… ferocious?”

“Feral?” Suna chimes in.

“Buck wild?”

“How about all of the above,” Aran says easily.

Kita quirks a brow, “so she doesn’t actually hate me?”

“No! She’s just excited that you complimented her, I think.”

“Yeah Kita-San,” Atsumu chuckles. “Girls only say they hate you when they love you; that’s like. A thing.”

“They also bite,” Akagi cuts in. “For… some reason.”

“They BITE?”

“I’ve been smacked so many times,” Aran playfully laments, and Shinsuke’s head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, “what? She’ll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesn’t always hurt.”

“What do you mean ALWAYS!” Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend… or a pitbull.

“Or she’ll bite you,” Suna hums.

“Or says she hates you,” the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.

“You’ll be fine, cap,” the blonde assures. “It’ll catch you by surprise, sure.”

“May be a little painful,” osamu snorts.

Atsumu snickers, “but you’ve liked her for a long time. And if it’s too much, you tell her to stop.” He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft ‘hell knows you’re good at that,’ under his breath.

The conversation makes Shinsuke… convinced. He’s sure that there’s minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.

He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.

SENT I love you, too :)

You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.

Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.

CROCHET FLOWERS >>>>

"I have a surprise for you."

Shinsuke, despite his excitement and ever the gentleman, helps you out of your coat before his hand settles on the small of your back, ushering you into the living room.

"For me?" You tease as you take a seat on the couch.

"Of course," he says gently, a boyish grin starting to form on his lips. "It's Valentine's Day, isn't it?"

He's gone before you can pull him in and kiss that stupid smile off his face, disappearing down the hall to no doubt retrieve this mysterious surprise.

You bounce your leg as you wait, nervous for no good reason. You trust Shinsuke, trust him enough to know he isn't going to come back down the hall and fling a creepy-crawly into your lap. Tender love and care seeps into his every action, his every word, like sunlight washes over the rice paddies, and you know on a day like today it'll be no different.

When he returns, his hands are behind his back and his grin has spread into something proud. Lovesick. Excitement sets his features alight and it stirs a swarm of butterflies in your belly. He's so handsome like this, warm with affection and happy.

"It was hard to wrap, so I'm sorry there's nothing to open," Shinsuke warns, standing to one side, arms locked behind him. He catches your body shifting to steal a peek, and counters it, moving left and right so you can't catch a good glimpse. He knows you too well. You share a giggle. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

The reveal is nothing grand, no wild flourishes or confetti explosions, just you and Shinsuke and his pretty smile and rosy cheeks. It's perfect. A delicate bouquet of crocheted forget-me-nots and daisies, dotted with tulips and lilies, all perfectly arranged in a pretty crystal vase settles into your lap.

Your mouth drops open as you start to blink back tears. "And you-"

You can't even get the words out, but Shinsuke sits beside you, leg pressing against yours, and finds them for you. "I crocheted them and tried to arrange them so they looked pretty, but 'm a farmer not a florist." His fingers brush yours as he reaches to stroke a leaf. "Obviously."

Suddenly the last few weeks click into place. His more frequent trips to his grandma's, the disappearance of his basket of crochet supplies from the space beside his couch. All an effort to hide this little project from you.

He watches your eyes travel from flower to flower, fingers tracing gently over the petals, reverent in your appreciation of his handiwork. "Gram helped with the patterns, kept me sane. Never done anything quite this intricate, so I needed all the help I could get."

"Shinsuke, I-" You set the the vase on the table and shift to take his cheeks in your palms. "They're beautiful." Your thumb sweeps across the apple of his cheek. "Thank you."

He beams, pleased with himself. "I'm glad you like them."

"I love you." You pull him in for a kiss laced with adoration, fingers finding the nape of his neck as his hands curl around your waist. When you pull away, you bump your nose into his. You press a smile into his cheek.

"I love you too."

No warnings, just light angst with a happy ending. 

Kita x reader

Kita liked you, a lot. You were sweet, funny, and so so pretty. But he was also pragmatic. He knew he shouldn’t start a relationship with you. He was about to graduate high school and you had another year to go. Kita was always meticulous and did what he thought would be best. However, that went out the window when it came to you.

It wasn’t best for him to fall over himself when he saw you. It wasn’t best for him to blush anytime one of his teammates even said your name. It wasn’t best for him to think about you while doing any and every task. He was getting sloppy, distracted, and lenient. 

He wasn’t pushing his players as much as he should’ve. His gaze would linger to you in the library rather than staying on his books. During cleaning, his mind would drift to thoughts of you, making him miss spots he would never have missed before. The worst was him leaving practice as soon as he could because if he stayed, like he should to keep his team in line, he would miss walking home with you.

Of course, Aran was the first to notice the change in his friend. The rest of the team could tell something may be up but Aran saw the complete shift in Kita’s behavior. No one knew the reason though.

No one knew Kita was falling in love with you. He was texting you nonstop, going so far as to even check his phone during class in case you had sent him something. He was hanging out with you any moment he could outside of school. No one knew, because Kita didn’t want them to know because he didn’t want to do be doing any of it. He wasn’t in control of himself with you. He was desperate with you. 

But no one knew until one day after practice. It was cold and windy, everyone bundling up to keep from getting sick. Everyone except Kita. 

“Kita, where is your coat?” Aran was the first to ask, everyone else surrounding them to hear why their perfect captain was missing a vital article of clothing.

Kita felt like a cornered animal, you had his coat. Last night you two went on a late night walk and you’d shivered so of course he draped his track suit zip up over your shoulders. Kita couldn’t find it in himself to fully regret his mistake in not taking it back when he thought of how you’d beamed at him for letting you wear something of his. 

“I left it at home,” Kita said curtly. He turned to walk towards the door to ignore the Miya twins’ looks. 

They were all loving this. Kita making a mistake? Suna’s phone was already out recording the whole thing. The team had waited their entire lives to see this.

Unfortunately for Kita, things were going to get worse today. Normally Kita loved how thoughtful of others you were, but today he cursed it as he saw you waiting outside the boys’ gym for him with his coat in hand. He did not want the other boys to see you. None of them were supposed to know about Kita’s girlfriend because he wasn’t supposed to have a girlfriend. Were you his girlfriend? Did you want to be? 

You smiled as you saw him come out of the doors. Kita forgot his predicament for a moment as his heart stuttered at your reaction to him. 

Kita couldn’t blame you for revealing yourself to his teammates because he’d never told you he didn’t want them to know about you, but you were good at reading situations. Your eyes widened as you saw the other boys tumble out of the gym after Kita and gawk at you. Kita blanched at them seeing you, alerting you to the fact that he didn’t want this meetup to happen. You knew he was private with his team but you didn’t think they had no idea about you. He talked about them constantly to you so it hadn’t felt stupid to assume he’d talked to them about you.

Kita hated the way sorry came out of your mouth the moment he got to you. He also hated the embarrassment written over your face.

“I just figured you’d need your coat, well uh here it is, sorry for bothering you at practice,” You said too quickly.

You shoved his coat into his hands, trying to ignore the comments and questions being yelled by his teammates. As you turned to go, Kita grabbed your arm. He was more concerned about your feelings than his teammate’s opinion of him. Another way you turned his world upside down.

“Wait, no. It’s no bother at all. Thank you for your returning it. I’m sorry about my teammates,” Kita wanted to reassure you more than anything right now.

“It’s ok Kita. I just didn’t know they had no idea about us.”

“I just didn’t want them to bother us,” the excuse was lame but it was the first thing he could think of. Kita never just blurted the first thing that came to mind but talking to you always made his mind go blank. 

You looked up at him, doubt in your eyes. Kita felt awful. He didn’t want you to think he was ashamed of being with you. Well, he was, but not because of you. Never because of you. It was him and how off-kilter he was with you.

“Sorry to embarrass you in front of your team,” You bowed to him, something you never did with him, and turned to leave quickly. 

There was hurt in your voice and something clicked in Kita’s brain. All his overthinking was hurting you. He knew you felt his inner turmoil when you were together. You always consoled him and told him he didn’t have to be perfect all the time, he could just be happy. And he was happy when he was with you. 

Whatever the future held for you two, it didn’t change that right now he didn’t want to hurt you. He was committed to you whether he liked it or not. You had him wrapped around your finger. It was time to own it. 

He gently grabbed your hand to prevent your leaving. 

“Wait, I want to introduce you to them. If you’re comfortable. I’d also like if you’d come to our practices to wait for me instead after your club ends,” He said, thanking whatever gods he could remember his grandma telling him about that his voice remained even. 

It was a question he’d been dying to ask you but was too nervous about the implications. He wanted you to see him practice and now the other people in his life. Even if they were idiots. 

A small smile played on your lips making his heart stutter.

“I’d love that, but do I look OK?” You asked, nervous as you hadn’t meant for this to be such a big day. 

Kita reached out and stroked your cheek gently with the back of his hand as he said with the utmost tenderness in his voice, “You look perfect, always.”

Without giving you time to properly react to this, he turned and started walking towards the gym while still holding your hand. He stopped in front of the gym, Aran keeping all the boys from pouncing on you two. 

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N). She will be coming to practice after her club ends and I expect you all to be polite to her,” Kita commanded, his captain voice switching on. 

Atsumu was of course the first to speak as he blurted, “Hey you’re in my year! So you’ll go out with a human robot but not me?” 

Kita was going to kill him. He wasn’t embarrassed by you, but he sure as hell was embarrassed by his team. 

roses. kita shinsuke x reader

“Wow.”

You say this aloud, voice not at all absent of amazement as you enter the classroom and greet your seatmate: Kita Shinsuke. But, it’s not Kita you’re looking at. Rather, you’re staring with wide eyes at the mountain of roses that has amassed on top of his desk, in every color flower imaginable. 

It’s Valentines’ Week at your school, and your high school offers cheap rose deliveries for sale: you can send a rose and a note to anyone of your choosing, whether it be a significant other, a secret crush, or just a friend that you appreciate. You clutch your single pink rose to your chest and make your way to your seat. The Mt. Fuji of roses on Kita’s desk makes yours feel small and insignificant.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, having the decency to look embarrassed. “Do you want me to move them?”

“No, no,” you tell him, sitting down in your seat next to him. It’s not surprise that he’s gotten this many. 

Kita is the captain of the volleyball club, even though you’ve heard people say that he’d never even been given a uniform before the start of this year. That didn’t matter to you; at his shy request, you’d gone to the Spring Tournament to watch them play. The way he moved across the court, saving even the most precarious of balls, was mesmerizing. His reputation also isn’t short of praise. He’s one of the top students in the grade and his sweet, polite charm is what draws everyone to him. He’s unobtainable to most girls, who have clearly relied on their rose grams to confess their admiration for him. But to you, he’s just your regular ol’ classroom partner. 

Well… you’d be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive either. 

It doesn’t matter; he clearly has too many girls on his hands anyways. You’d hate to be another girl lost in that sea of roses piled atop his desk. 

As you reach into your bag to pull out your belongings, Kita questions, “You got a rose too?”

Yeah, you had. You purse your lips, attempting to bite back the smile on your lips. A pink rose, your first gifted rose ever, except the note attached to it had nothing but a little smiley face written on it. It was a pleasant surprise, one you hadn’t been expecting when you walked into school today. “Yeah, just one… I don’t know who it’s from, though,” you respond, feeling a sweet warmth creep up your body and rest on your face. Your mind runs wild with questions, wondering who would do such a thing, but you ultimately decide that when the time is right, that person will reveal themselves. 

“Oh,” replies Kita, sounding almost disappointed. Then, before you can even question his tone, he wears a warm smile on his lips once again. “Maybe that person will work up the courage to say something soon.”

“Hopefully,” you respond, a smitten smile dancing over your lips. 

“Pink roses symbolize love and admiration, you know.” 

“Do they?” Kita nods in response to your question. “Oh… that’s nice. How do you know that?” 

“My grandmother has a flower garden. I help with her arrangements sometimes.” 

The bell rings, signifying the beginning of class. As the teacher begins to pull together the attention of class, you nod your chin toward the stack of flowers on Kita’s desk. There must be at least forty piled there… “Maybe you can use those arrangement skills to do something with that,” you tell him, with a small laugh. 

Then, you turn your attention to the teacher’s announcements, but Kita’s eyes remain gently glued to the lonely pink flower on your desk. Yes, maybe one day that person would work up the nerve to confess.

In Kita’s eyes, it didn’t matter how many flowers he received; after all, he only sent one. 

you started dating kita shinsuke your second year of high school.

you met him at the beginning of the school year when you asked him for help with your math homework. he happily obliged, and by the end of it he had earned your phone number.

the next few weeks were filled with late nights texting each other, talking about nothing at all. you learned his favorite color, and you told him about your favorite songs. he asked you to be his girlfriend a month after.

that was eight years ago. red is still his favorite color, and he still has your favorite songs on his playlist.

the first two years of your relationship was filled with tests, study sessions under his grandma’s blossom tree, and many volleyball matches. you never missed a game, not even the far away ones. always in the crowd to cheer him on while he gave you a small smile, ears red and cheeks pink.

kita picked you up for your first date in a old farm truck. you heard him coming yards away as the engine hummed through the neighborhood. the paint chipped and exhaust sputtering as he parked in the driveway, palms a little sweaty as he fixed his hair in the rear view. he about jumped out of his skin when he saw that you were already at his door. he still drives that truck, using it for chores and deliveries, but you’ll never say no to a ride when he asks.

that same truck got the two of you into trouble. the sound alone made it almost impossible to stay out late, cutting sneaky last minute kisses on your front porch short. one particular night, you had begged your mom to let you stay out late, to which she agreed as long as you were home by midnight. at 11:59, in a fit of giggles, the two of you came racing into the driveway.

kita pulled you in for a kiss, only to be illuminated by the the kitchen light flicking on. you jumped out of the truck, running into the house with a dopey grin on your face while you made up an excuse to your mom, blaming non existent traffic for slowing you down.

kita wasn’t off the hook either that night. gran heard him coming from down the road, waiting for him in her rocker with raised eyebrows.

after graduation, the two of you spent every moment you could together. delivering kita snacks while he worked in the fields, having picnics under the stars, even joining his friends on trips to the lake.

when it was time to head to university, kita was the first to offer to help you pack. he calmed your nerves and dried your tears, promising to be there for you whenever you needed.

he called you every day while you were at university, even traveling to see you between holidays.

after you got your degree, gran so graciously offered to let you live with her. your family had moved away, and you couldn’t bear to be away from kita any longer. you spent your days at work, only to come home and enjoy dinner cooked by gran with the man who had your entire heart.

as if you had any more to give, kita asked for the rest of your heart at the end of harvest a couple years ago, proposing with a family ring that he had been saving. you could only nod as tears streamed down your face, being spun around under the evening sun. kita didn’t even change, still wearing the work pants and stained t shirt, dusty boots and sun hat that he donned earlier that morning. he couldn’t wait any longer.

your wedding was everything you could have imagined. full of friends and family, dancing and food. kita spent weeks with his friends fixing up the yard, making it fit for a queen and her king on their big day. lights hung from the trees, flowers from your garden littering the grass and tables, all while your friends laughed and sang along to soundtrack to your love.

three years later, you and kita sit in the back yard after dinner in an attempt to cool off after a long day preparing for harvest. the summer sun hung low in the air while you filled kita in on the phone call you had with your mother.

“she found a few boxes of my things,” you sighed. “stuff from school, photos and things. i told her to set them aside.”

“anything good?” kita’s back is on the grass, and his feet are flat on the ground. the knees of his pants are soiled brown from the fields.

“photo albums, note books, random odds and ends i think. i’ll grab them from her eventually,” you pick at the blades of grass at your feet. “i’m sure we could have a good laugh at some of them.”

your husbands mud stained hand comes to rest on your thigh.

“do ya remember when i first brought ya home to gran?”

you smile. it was an absolute disaster.

“i thought i would never be welcomed back,” you laugh, and kita snorts.

“she loves ya too much,” he closes his eyes as you play with his hands. “what did ya break again? a plate?”

“a drinking glass,” you nod. the memory is as vivid as ever. you had offered to help with dinner, but while you were turning to grab a hot pad you ended up knocking a drinking glass off of the counter. you apologized over and over, no matter how much gran waved you off and assured you that it wasn’t a big deal. i’ve got a cupboard full of them, she said.

“ya know what she told me after i dropped ya off that night?”

“bubble wrap her next time?”

“no,” he playfully flicks your leg. “she said how much she liked ya, how she thought ya had great manners. she loved how sweet ya were too,” he says. “gran told me that night that i would never be bored with ya,”

you grin. “and gave you been bored?”

“not recently,” he teases. “i have never been bored with you. i love sharin’ this life with ya, no matter what we’re doin’,” he sits up next to you and wraps his arm around you.

“even dishes?” you rest your head on his shoulder and he chuckles. as long as you’ve known him, that’s been his least favorite chore.

“even dishes,” he nods and takes a sip from his glass. “do ya wanna go for a drive?”

you eye his truck, still as faded and beat up as the first time you saw it. except of course for the scratch on the tailgate from when you tried to drive it for the first time.

“always, shin. where are we heading tonight?” you dust off your legs and his before you walk towards the driveway.

“i didn’t have anywhere in mind,” he opens the door for you, as always, shutting it before walking to the drivers side. “is that alright?”

“it’s perfect,” you look out towards the fields, now slightly golden from the sinking sun. the irrigation sprinklers would be going off soon. “maybe we can stop by gran. i have some things from the garden to give her,”

kita nods, placing his hand on your thigh. the middle seat between the two of you won’t be empty for long. usually after a few minutes, you slide over to sit right next to him.

the two of you pull out of the driveway and down the road, taking in the farm land around you. rows and rows of corn, grass, wheat, and rice. some fields of livestock, some empty for the season. kita drives with one hand, and you can’t help but smile when the light catches his sparkling wedding band as it shines against his tan fingers.

you don’t know how you got so incredibly lucky all of those years ago. you’ve never wanted anyone else. no matter what, no matter where, you’re always going to choose kita. the man who holds your bags for you, picks you a flower on his walk from the fields, the man who has a polaroid of you on the dash of his truck.

the man who has loved you fully from the start.

Kita shinsuke gets confused after you start dating.

It’s not like it’s been a long time, far from it, but you felt so comfortable in his everyday life that he stops thinking too hard about your interactions.

You reach for his hand, he takes it. You shiver, he gives you his jacket. You’re hungry, he shares his snacks.

He gives you a compliment, you… hate him?

You must. There it is, in capital letters under his own blue text: OFBEOD KITAAAA I HATE YOU FRRR😭😭

His heart races as he rereads the text over and over again, unsure of what he could’ve possibly said to have you say ‘I hate you.’

Whatever it is, he needs to find a way to apologize.

The idea of upsetting you in a way he barely understands is concerning, it makes him extremely saddened, and he picks up his pace to get to practice.

He’s sure there’s someone there that can help him decipher your distress.

Leave it to the two twins, tying their shoes in sync, to be the first ones to notice his stress.

“Kita-San?” Osamu asks, brows furrowing. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” atsumu continues. “You’re late- you’re NEVER late.”

“And you look like you’re about to upchuck.”

Lovely.

“Osamu, Atsumu,” he says, breath shaky as the twins turn to look up at him. “You’re… familiar with relationships, yes?”

“Well he’s been single since birth-“

“HEY!”

“-but I’ve got a little bit of knowledge. What’s up?”

Kita gnaws on his lip before he passes the phone to the grey haired twin, showing him your sudden outburst of hatred towards him. Osamu quirks a confused brow as his eyes glaze over the text, the blonde twin quickly popping on his feet to peer over Osamu’s shoulder to read along.

Osamu flicks his eyes from his phone up to Kita, “what am I looking at?”

“She hates me,” he says, a frightened lilt in his tone. “And I don’t know what I do. I don’t know what I did,or said, or how I can fix this. And I…” he takes a breath in to calm down, “I need your help.”

Osamu stays silent for a bit, and atsumu cracks a cheesy smile, “cap… you didn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“You didn’t do anything- this is just… how some girls act,” osamu explains, and kita feels his cheeks warm up from the sudden crowd that’s gathered.

“Are we teaching Kita-San something now?” Suna teases, peering over Osamu’s shoulder to read the message. “Teaching him about giiiiiirls.”

And shinsuke wants to say something back, about how he knows girls and he doesn’t need to be taught anything…

But maybe he does.

Osamu takes a small breath in before passing his captain’s phone back to him, “sometimes, girls are just… uhm….”

“Aggressive?” He asks, and Akagi chuckles behind him.

“No,” Osamu hums thoughtfully. “I would probably say more… excited than guys, and it makes them kinda wanna… be… ferocious?”

“Feral?” Suna chimes in.

“Buck wild?”

“How about all of the above,” Aran says easily.

Kita quirks a brow, “so she doesn’t actually hate me?”

“No! She’s just excited that you complimented her, I think.”

“Yeah Kita-San,” Atsumu chuckles. “Girls only say they hate you when they love you; that’s like. A thing.”

“They also bite,” Akagi cuts in. “For… some reason.”

“They BITE?”

“I’ve been smacked so many times,” Aran playfully laments, and Shinsuke’s head whips towards him, only to make the ace shrug, “what? She’ll get excited to see you, or something good happens, and she just. Smacks your arms. It doesn’t always hurt.”

“What do you mean ALWAYS!” Shinsuke is suddenly extremely nervous about whether he received a girlfriend… or a pitbull.

“Or she’ll bite you,” Suna hums.

“Or says she hates you,” the twins circle back. At seeing their captains new nerves, they rise to their feet to clap him on the back.

“You’ll be fine, cap,” the blonde assures. “It’ll catch you by surprise, sure.”

“May be a little painful,” osamu snorts.

Atsumu snickers, “but you’ve liked her for a long time. And if it’s too much, you tell her to stop.” He nods before turning on his heel and mumbling a soft ‘hell knows you’re good at that,’ under his breath.

The conversation makes Shinsuke… convinced. He’s sure that there’s minimal that you can do to upset him, even if these methods of love lean far into the unconventional. He gnaws at his lip as the crowd disperses, golden eyes glazing over the contents once more.

He cracks a small smile, taking a soft breath in and letting his fingers take over typing and saying everything he could want to say in just a few words.

SENT I love you, too :)

You reply with an absolute jumble of words and praises, capitals and random emojis. He smiles before planting his phone in his bag and heading out to practice, feeling it buzz more than a few times in his pocket.

Maybe a few well intentioned bite marks wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen to him.

alright now miss, spread yer legs f'me."

you gulp and can feel your face heating up as you stare down at the devastingly handsome doctor in front of you and shyly spread your legs.

dr. kita shinsuke doesnt say a word as he gently presses two of his fingers to your clothed cit, eyeing the sticky wet patch on your panties.

"is... is everything okay, doctor?" you murmur, face still hot as you try not to buck and squirm into underneath his intense gaze.

"well i dont quite know yet... m' gonna have to get these panties off and give ya a real close insepection, alright?"

your breath hitches and you quickly nod, lifting your hips gently as he pulls your lacey underwear slowly down your thighs. he stares at your soaked core with a hunger in his eyes.

"gotta taste ya now, alright, pretty?" he mumbles, "make sure this gorgeous pussy is healthy."

before you can say a thing he's licking up and down your folds, groaning and grunting like a man starved. gasps and whines leave your mouth as your hips buck up and his nose brushes against your clit. he wraps his arms around your thighs, effectively pinning them down. a loud sob leaves your throat as you writhe in pleasure, his tongue and mouth working wonders on you.

"p-please, doc-doctor- please!" you squeal, he groans against you and wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a hard suck.

his actions have you yelling out as your cream so sweetly on his tongue. he moans and slurps up your juices, not stopping until you cry out and push at his head. your sniffles subside as he gently strokes your thighs helping you come down from your high.

"seems like yer just fine... but i think you'll have to come in fer monthly checkups."

Hiiii love ur works keep it upp!!!

Any Kita fluff for me???

- anon🥢

Shinsuke cant even get a foot in the door before you’re pausing him with a raised hand.

“Wait, okay- hold on.”

“…alright?” He says.

“I love you.”

His lips curl up into a tired smirk, “baby, what did you do?”

You giggle and chew on your thumb nail, looking innocently at him as you bat your eyes, “I love you.”

“It’s too late for this,” he chuckles exhaustively. He takes another step into the house, and you wince as he pushes the door open a little more.

“Shin, be careful-“

His brow furrows as he looks behind the door, and-

“Where on earth did you get a cow?” He asks, and you can’t help but laugh at the seriousness in his voice, coupled with the confusion in his tone. “Whose cow is this?”

“This is our cow,” you hum happily. “Her name is Mochi.”

“No, but whose cow was it before?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you giggle, getting up to finally wrap your arms around your man and admire your new cow jovially. “Just know she was free.”

“That’s not my wor- where are we gonna- where did you get a cow?!”

“Here- come pet her,” you encourage, kissing his cheek before kneeling down to pet the soft fur of the cow, and Shinsuke watches with a quirked brow as you do so.

“I don’t wanna pet the cow,” he says, but there’s a smile in his words. He lets you grab his hand and tug him down to his knees, and he stares at the cow with an small smile.

“It’ll make you feel better.”

He laughs, “not fully sure that’s true.” With his hand still being held by you, you guide the calloused palm to gently stroke Mochi’s big head, and she angles into his touch.

He shrugs, “she’s a good cow, I think.”

“She is a good cow!” You chirp. “Shes our cow.”

Shinsuke merely grins and shakes his head, letting his hand freely pet the cow now while you watch excitedly.

“Yeah. Sure. Ours.”

“Yayyy,” you mewl, kissing his cheek.

“For now.”

You pout, and he laughs and kisses the jut of your bottom lip.

I want a cow ☹️

kita would walk into the arranged marriage expecting nothing but a slight change in his routine. he'd be polite, wake up even earlier than usual to fix something to eat, stay a little longer when you casually mention it'd be nice to have breakfast together instead. then he becomes observant. he likes the way you interact with his friends and always thank osamu for the meals he sets aside for you. he likes that you offer to help him in the fields and soon enough his routine becomes your routine and his house glows as it welcomes you both in the evening. he knows he's in love when someone at the market points out that you both make a wonderful couple and just as he glances over to you, politely refusing some extra peaches an old lady insists on offering, he finds himself agreeing. you're the best thing that's ever happened to him and he is simply dying to tell you, or rather, show you

For the first time, kita is running late. osamu tries to stay unaffected, but he keeps glancing towards the door. a regular customer jokes about something and it takes Osamu a beat before he laughs.

The sun is low in the sky by the times Kita makes it to the shop. The truck windows are down and music is playing a bit too loudly. You're half asleep in the passenger seat, mouthing along to the words, as kita brings in the supply.

"I was worried about you."

"Ah, sorry." Kita smiles in a way the means he's very much unapologetic. the tips of his ears at pink, cheeks flushed. "We got distracted."

Osamu can't bring himself to actually be mad. He puts his hands on his hips and sighs, trying to bit back a grin, before making kita's order: one umeboshi, two 'surprises'.

"This girl's a bad influence on you, Shinsuke."

"I know." Kita looks back over his shoulder. "Isn't it nice?"

@superhero--imagines

This is the best book imagine I’ve ever read

One arm is nestled under your head, supporting your neck, the other wraps around you waist as he holds your books open. He watches your eyes flutter open and shut, a yawn spilling past your lips. His lips hum the words on the page, only stopping when snores leave your lips, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead before closing the book shut.

- Bruce Wayne, JASON TODD, Damian Wayne, Kita Shinsuke, OSAMU MIYA, Kageyama Tobio, Akaashi Keiji, Satoru Gojo, Nanami Kento, Yuuji Itadori, Edward Cullen, Zoro Roronoa