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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

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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.