Shinsuke Kita X Reader - Tumblr Posts

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

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 :: 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 & 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒— FT. HAIKYUU

✾˚ft ::k. sakusa, s. kita,

✾˚summary :: haikyuu boys first interactions with you!

✾˚ description + notes :: meet cutes, just cute clumsy interactions, a little teasy in gn! reader, sorry for being gone for so long loves! I know I say i'll come back and I don't for some time please bear with me! I've have bit of writers block as of late. I'll try and atleast do to 1 post a week until I get back into it. Love you all 💕

part two .

#— 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀

when kita first saw you he swore he could hear his heart beating outside of his chest.

At first he saw you in passing looking all scatterbrained trying to figure out where your homeroom class was, wandering the halls looking lost. "Need some help?" Seeing you turn around with a relieved smile on your face made him hold back a chuckle. "Oh yes! T-thank you so much I've been looking for class D-8 all day." The smile that crept it's way onto Kita's face this time is one he couldn't hold back when he found out you were in the same homeroom as him.

As you walked together, kita noticed more and more things about you by the second. You played with your necklace when you were slightly anxious, when you noticed that your bag would occasionally brush up against him you moved it to your other shoulder. And holy shit— your smile was the purest one he had ever seen. "This is it, if you need me to write down all the classes room numbers I can, I wouldn't mind." "Oh no, that's fine you've done enough for me already, thanks again."

As luck would have it by the time you both stepped in the class room there were only two seats available, right next to each other.

This was definitely going to be a good year, especially since he gets to see you every morning.

#—𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀

you were the first person that he saw who took germs as serious as him, always wearing a mask, sanitizing your hands even after using someone else's pencil. He found it almost humorous when he saw you face when you caught someone sneezing somewhat on his hand and then go to shake his friend with it.

It was only one day in passing when he saw you not wearing a mask, which allowed him to fully see your face. To say you took his breath away was an understatement, as much he enjoyed seeing your full face he also saw how much you hated not wearing a mask. Tapping your shoulder lightly, he asked if you wanted one. "Oh my gosh thank you! I left my pink one at home because I forgot to let it air dry after washing it."

After seeing your relieved expression as he handed you the mask, sakusa start to wonder how many times would he be lucky enough to see your smile again. You were about to turn back around in your seat when you stopped, "Hey uhm, Sakusa..you wouldn't mind being my partner for the project would you?"

Trying to hid his slight happiness from this, he just shook his head "Sure."

Maybe luck was on his side today.

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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?"

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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

KITA, Sugawara, AKAASHI, Kenma, Kuuro (but more of a playful way idrk) , Nishinoya..maybe.

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.