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big-simp-energy · 3 years

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Pluviophile

summary; through rain or shine, kita has always been there

- pairing; k.shinsuke x f!reader

- genre; fluff, angst

- w.c; 5.6k

- warnings; mention of domestic abuse

a/n; this was quite the challenge but i'm happy with how it turned out! this is my contribution to the rainy love collab, hosted by @kirakirasaku. thank you for organizing this and for letting me be a part of it! happy 300+ followers/one yr 😚

lots of kisses and hugs to my betas: @kitastowel, @luvnami, @justanawolf, @beautifulblhell, and @rintah0e y'all are the best <3

You’re fifteen and standing under an awning when you first meet Kita Shinsuke.

Though it was forecasted, it hadn’t rained the entire week. So you forgo your bulky umbrella and decide to take your chances. You swear you can hear the damn thing laughing at you from inside your coat closet.

The uneven stone lightly scratches your back as you lean against it. You don’t bother wiping the water dripping down from your hairline and into your eyes — you stopped caring four buildings ago. You’re drenched from head to toe, so what’s a little more water anyway?

You pretend not to notice the stares you are getting as you shift your wet school bag from one hand to the other. It’s quite peaceful watching the downpour from beneath the building’s small cover, and thankfully it’s a little humid — maybe you won’t catch a cold. A shower and some hot chocolate are the only things on your mind when a voice startles you.

“Did ya forget yer umbrella?”

Kita Shinsuke and Ojiro Aran stand a few feet in front of you. They’re each holding an umbrella and you eye them with envy.

You shrug in response. “Seems like it.” Though you share a class, you’ve never spoken to either of them. You hold Kita’s gaze for some time when Aran coughs.

“Do you want to borrow mine?” The offer surprises you, and you smile at him, ready to accept when Kita interjects.

“That’s irresponsible. You should have checked the weather before ya left this morning.” He blinks at you. “It was forecasted to rain all week.” You frown at him, irritation bubbling beneath your wet skin.

“I know that, but it hasn’t rained until today.”

“So you decided not to bring an umbrella?”

Maybe it’s because you’re wet, a little hungry, and very tired but you snap at him. “Well clearly I didn’t, did I?”

You stare at each other again. He breaks eye contact to turn to Aran. “Don’t give ‘er your umbrella.” You and Aran blink at him in surprise.

“What?”

“You could catch a cold because you decided to play nice when she’s already rained on. You’d both get sick and that would be counterproductive.” Kita steps up to you. “Here, we can share mine.” You stare wide-eyed at him before a smirk breaks across your face.

“If ya wanted to share your umbrella with me,” you say as you sidle up beside him, “all you had to do was ask.”

He quirks an eyebrow and gives you a puzzled look. “But I didn’t ask, I offered.” You hold back a chuckle and direct them to your house, which thankfully isn’t too far. Aran waits by the front gate while Kita follows you up to your door.

“Thank you, Kita-san,” you say as you fish out your keys. “I appreciate this.” He nods, his silver hair swaying with the movement.

“You’re welcome.”

You watch him walk down to meet with Aran and are about to open the door when he calls your name. You look at him over your shoulder.

“Yeah?”

There’s a minuscule tug of his lips, the slight upward curve makes your breath hitch.

“Don’t forget yer umbrella tomorrow.”

You’re sixteen and standing outside of the gym when you realize you have a crush on Kita Shinsuke.

“Eh? Ya here for ‘Tsumu?”

You look up from your phone, adjust the hold on your umbrella and stare at Miya Osamu, who’s staring at you with one hand hovering over the gym door. “Not exactly,” you say. He quirks an eyebrow.

“Ya here for me?”

Your lips pull back into a grin. “Do you want me to be here for ya?”

Before the wing spiker can reply, the door swings open. Aran scowls at the gray-haired twin. “Samu, get yer butt in here. Y/N, quit flirting with our kouhai.” You hold your hands up in surrender but the smile on your face doesn’t leave.

“Can ya let Kita know I’m here?” The ace opens the door wider.

“Why don’t ya come in? We’re wrappin’ up anyway.” You shrug and follow Osamu into the gym. The younger boy keeps shooting curious glances your way as you shake the excess water off of your umbrella. When you catch his eye, you throw him a wink. His neck and cheeks instantly flush, a pretty rose color bloomed scattering across his features and he quickly jogs away from you. You’re quietly laughing to yourself when something thumps the back of your head.

“Ack! That hurt,” you whine, rubbing the sore spot and glare at an unimpressed-looking Kita.

“You’re distractin’ the underclassmen,” he says and walks you further into the gym. “Stand over there. I’ll be done soon.”

You roll your eyes and mock salute him. “Yes sir,” you say as he leaves you to finish cleaning. From across the gym, the first-year setter peeks up at you while mopping the floor.

“Psst ‘Samu. Hey, ‘Samu!”

His gray-haired twin huffs in annoyance. “What?”

“Who’s that?”

Osamu casually shrugs but refuses to look in your direction. “Beats me. Said she’s here for Kita-san.”

Atsumu nearly trips over himself.

“Eh??? For Kita-san?? Yer lyin’.”

Osamu throws him a withering look. “Why would I lie?”

“When has a girl ever come by for Kita-san?” He stops trying to be conspicuous, leaning against the mop handle to squint at you. “Do ya think that’s his girlfriend?”

“Does speculatin’ about my love life help ya clean faster?”

The setter is pretty sure his soul has left his body. “K-K-Kita-san,” he stutters and stands up straight. “‘Samu and I were just talkin-“ He turns to Osamu… only to find his twin on the other side of the gym, cleaning volleyballs.

A vein pops on the side of his head. That bastard!

“Keep cleanin’.”

A cold shiver runs down his spine as Atsumu quakes and nearly melts into a puddle at the look his seniorgives him. You feel bad, you really do, but you’re too busy trying not to fall over laughing. “I think yer enjoyin’ this too much,” Aran says as he comes to stand beside you. You bat your eyelashes innocently at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say and Aran merely shakes his head. “Are ya ready to head out?”

“Actually, I have to pick up my little brother from prep school.” He swings his gym bag over his shoulder and you nod your head.

“Okay, guess it’s just Kita and me then.” Aran’s lips pull back into a smirk and he wiggles his eyebrows.

“Eh? I thought you’d be more excited about that.”

You raise an eyebrow in response. “Why would that make me more excited?” He peers at you exasperatedly.

“You don’t have to hide it from me,” he says then mutters, “not like you’re that great at hidin’ it anyway…”

“What are you talking about? What am I hiding?”

Aran narrows his eyes and leans forward, invading into your personal space. You tilt back and shoot him an annoyed glare. “What’re you doin’?”

“Tryin’ to see if you’re lying to me.” You stare blankly at him and when he pulls away, the horror-stricken look on his face only agitates you more. “You,” he points an accusatory finger at you. “You really don’t know, do ya?”

You grab his finger and bend it, causing the ace to yelp. “I’m gettin’ real tired of this beatin’ ‘round the bush talk,” you snap. “Just say it already!”

“Ow! You have a crush on Kita!”

You immediately let his finger go. “What?” You laugh, hand on your chest as though the mere accusation offends you. “Where’d ya get that crazy idea?” Aran scowls as he rubs his finger.

“From you!” He cries, “and your stupid goo-goo eyes. It’s not that hard to put two and two together.”

“You’ve been hit in the head one too many times with a volleyball,” you retort. Before Aran can say more, Kita brings up the rear.

“What’re ya still doin’ here?” He asks. “Don’t you have to pick up your brother?” Aran checks his phone and gasps.

“We’re not done talking ‘bout this!” He says over his shoulder before running out of the gym. Kita turns to you.

“What was that about?” You shrug.

“I honestly couldn’t tell ya.” Kita nods then takes your bag, and gestures to the door.

“Okay, ready to go?”

You bid his teammates goodbye and wait as Kita locks up the gym. “Y’know,” you say as he pulls on the door handles to make sure they’re secure. “You could just tell them we’re not dating.” You toe a pebble. “Since y’know, we’re not.” Kita glances at you as you hand him his umbrella.

“It’s none of their business so I don’t see the point in saying anything.” He pauses as though contemplating before turning to smile at you. “Plus if it’s with you, I don’t mind the rumors.”

You freeze, unable to move while Kita ambles towards the school gates. You grab at your chest as a fluttering feeling fills your stomach-- like there were butterflies.

“Ugh,” you mumble to yourself. “You can’t just say shit like that, Kita.” You walk behind him, eyes roaming over the broad shoulders holding not only his bags but yours too. He insisted on carrying it ever since you complained about having backaches.

Your mind wanders, images of his pretty smile float by, thoughts of what it would be like to hold his hand, to ki—

Inhaling sharply, you touch your hot cheeks and curse Aran's name. Fuck, you’re really fucked now.

You’re eighteen when you confess your feelings to Kita Shinsuke.

It’s a beautiful day, the sun shining and not a cloud in sight as you bury your face into your friend’s neck. There are tears in their eyes and their ruddy cheeks stretch back to accommodate the wide beam on their face as they wave their diploma in the air. Your mother took yours for safekeeping, so your hands are free to squish cheeks and give hugs.

Someone shouts your name and you turn to find Aran sniffling with fat tears wetting his face, Kita standing not far behind him. You run straight to them, nearly barreling Aran to the ground as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “I can’t believe it,” he cries into your hair. “I can’t believe we’re done.” Laughter bubbles out from you like an overflowing well as you hand him a tissue.

“I can’t believe it either!” You sigh, “onto the next chapter, right?” You turn to Kita and smile shyly at him. He meets your eyes, chocolate brown orbs glimmering with mirth. “Congratulations,” you say, hands pressed together.

Kita’s smile widens. “Congratulations to you too.”

Beside you, Aran rolls his eyes. He hooks his arm around your neck and pulls you close to murmur, “Ya might as well say something to him.”

You scowl and hit him with your palm, “I’m moving to Osaka, Aran. And Kita is staying here. It’s not like anything can happen.” He sighs and releases you, stepping back to scrutinize you beneath his challenging gaze.

“You‘ll never know until ya try.”

You don’t respond, can’t really because the volleyball team finds you. They come thundering across the campus, the Miya twins leading the pack with tear-soaked faces and runny noses. You’re swept up in the whirlpool, an arm wrapped around Ginjima while the other pats Riseki’s head. Their cries stain your uniform shirt but you don’t mind.

You pull the ex-volleyball captain aside, your heart jumping and pounding so loudly in your chest, you’re surprised he doesn’t hear it.

“Kita…” you’re too nervous to look at him as you cup his hand with yours. “I know this isn’t traditional,” you say. “And I have a feeling I already know the answer, but I don’t think I can move on to this new stage in my life until I do this.” You slip your hand away and Kita stares down at the button in his palm.

“I love you,” you say, voice shaking but clear despite the noise around you. “I’m in love with you.”

He doesn’t say anything as he stares at the button before gripping his hand into a fist. When he looks at you, the world dims.

“Y/N,” he says. “Thank you but—“ You put your hand up to stop him.

“I know,” you say, your smile strained. “I know.”

You take a deep breath. “Good luck on your endeavors, Kita-san. I’ll see you around.” And you walk away before he can say or do anything else, running up to your mother to hide your face in the crook of her neck and explain that you’re crying because it’s graduation, not because your heart was split in two.

You’re nineteen when you meet Kita Shinsuke for the first time since your confession.

Hyogo hasn’t changed — it feels like you’ve never left as you walk along the street to fetch your mom two daikon radishes and soy sauce from the market. Ironically, the first familiar face you run into is Osamu in the produce aisle. You’re pretty sure he’s grown several centimeters as you beam up at him.

“Why, if it isn’t my crush, Miya Osamu,” you tease as he coughs into his hand. You’ve learned he gets easily flustered from too much attention and you’ve used it to your full advantage.

“What’re ya doing here?” he asks as he carefully examines each radish.

“I’m on break,” you tell him, taking the two root vegetables he hands you and place them right next to your bottle of soy sauce and three packs of Hello Panda— strawberry only. “My parents couldn’t come up to Osaka this year so I came home instead. How’re ya? Still playing volleyball?”

Osamu hums in response as you walk up to the cash register. “Tsumu won’t shut up about this being our last year so I’ve been tryin’ to stay away from the court when I know he’s practicin’ long hours.”

You nod your head in understanding. You switch the conversation to his plans for after high school, impressed by his decision to open up a restaurant. You discuss the possibility of going to culinary school when you run into surprise number two, Ojiro Aran.

He points at you. “What the hell? When did you get in town?”

“Yesterday,” you say while swatting his hand away. “How’ve you been?”

Before you can answer, there’s a soft call of your name, the voice raising the hairs on the back of your neck. You turn and lock eyes with amber orbs.

“Kita…”

He stops a few steps from you. Time has been good to him— gone is the young captain of the Inarizaki volleyball club. In his stead was a man, broad-shouldered and chiseled, his soft gray and black hair swaying against his smooth skin when he nods at you. You swallow. Hard.

“It’s been a while.”

“A year,” you say, “to be exact.”

Aran points down the road. “We’re heading out for some food, would you like to join us?”

The first drop of rain hits you when you’re about to answer, and you frown up at the gray sky. Kita smiles and says, “Did ya forget yer umbrella again?”

You give him an annoyed look and shake the parasol in his direction.

“Oh, haha,” you say sarcastically, opening up your umbrella with a flourish. “I see you still have yer sense of humor.”

He chuckles, hand over his mouth to cover the sound. He peeks up at you and asks, “ya coming?”

You glance at the plastic bag in your hands, then back up at him. Your mom probably won’t need this until later… You look from Kita, to Aran then to Osamu. Well, it really has been a while. A quick hang out wouldn’t hurt, right?

“Sure,” you say, stepping up to him with a grin. “Lead the way!”

You’re twenty-one when Kita Shinsuke buys you lilies.

He can see you through the wide cafe window, sitting in the corner booth with an iced coffee in front of you, a mug with steam rising from it on the other side. You’re smiling down at your phone, one hand covering the grin that threatens to overtake your features.

Kita nods at the cafe owner, who shoots him a wink and proceeds to wipe down the counter. You look up from your phone when Kita slides into the seat in front of you.

“Hey!” you chirp, fingers rapidly tapping across the screen before you place the device on the table. “I got yer favorite.”

The rice farmer hopes his cheeks aren’t too pink as he thanks you and places the three lilies on the table. You blink down at the white flowers in surprise, glancing up at him from beneath your lashes.

“Last week, you mentioned you liked them,” he says, eyes trained on his mug while you rub a petal between your fingers. “And I know you’ve been stressed with graduation comin’ up…”

You bring the flowers to your nose and inhale deeply. “Kita?” He looks up to meet your eyes. You reach across the table and place your hand on top of his. “Thank you.”

The sincerity in your warm eyes forces him to look away, pulling his hand back to scratch at the back of his neck.

He says your name in a low voice, the sound sending a thrill down your spine before your phone pings. You flip it over and read the message. Kita watches as elation spreads across your features. You look at him with eyes shining brighter than the sun outside.

“Kitaaaa,” you say, stretching out his name. “Can ya keep a secret?”

He raises an eyebrow and nods. Your grin widens. “I have a date!”

It’s funny how four little words can really ruin a person’s day. “...Oh,” Kita says, raising the mug to his lips and wincing when the scalding liquid burns his tongue. You purse your lips.

“That’s all ya have to say?” You pout. “I haven’t been on a date in years! Be more excited for me!”

The little chuckle Kita lets out makes your heart flutter. “I am happy for you,” he insists. “When is it?”

He knows it’s a little rude to be texting while you’re talking but he needs to do something to keep himself from screaming. The message he sends to Aran is short and to the point. He puts his phone on silent and flips it over, the screen facing down. He listens to you with rapt attention, the text he just sent lingering like a bitter aftertaste in the back of his mind.

I’m too late.

You’re twenty-three when you introduce Kita Shinsuke to your fiancé.

Your parents make a bigger deal about your engagement than you do, inviting nearly the whole town to your engagement party. Your cheeks ache from how much smiling you have to do as you thank everyone for coming. An hour into the party, you excuse yourself to the ladies’ room, and walk right past it, escaping into the hallway instead.

You lean back, head thumping against the wall, and let out a long sigh. Music and chatter flow from the room and into the hall. Sunlight pours in through the large windows, the golden rays warm against your skin. When you move your hand to swipe at your hair, a gleam catches your eye.

You look down at the diamond ring on your left fourth finger. You inspect it from all different angles, bringing your hand inches from your face then stretch it away. You do this a few more times before putting your hand down and gaze out the window.

“Ya doin’ alright?”

You nearly jump out of your skin as you turn to lock eyes with Kita. He’s holding a bouquet, dressed in slacks and a button-up with sunlight beaming down on his profile. It casts shadows across his handsome face and your hands flutter around, unsure what to do.

“Kita! Yes, hi, welcome,” you clear your throat. “I’m fine, how are you?”

He doesn’t say anything as he scans you, looking from the top of your complicated bun down to the shiny heels you forced onto your feet. He steps forward and gestures to your hand. “Congratulations,” Kita says as he hands you the lilies wrapped in brown paper. “On your engagement.”

You smile softly down at the flowers and lower your face to smell them. “Thank you,” you say. “For the flowers and for the congratulations. How’s yer grandma?”

“She’s good,” he tells you. “She says she’s sorry she couldn’t make it. Her legs have been actin’ up lately.”

You wave your hand. “Tell her not to worry at all and that I said thank ya.” It’s silent for a moment as you fiddle with the bouquet, unable to meet Kita’s intense amber gaze. You gesture to the room. “Did ya want to—?”

He says your name softly, and there’s a crease in his brow, worry pressed into the line as he struggles for a moment before asking, “Are ya sure you’re alright?”

The automatic response, ‘I’m fine,’ is on the tip of your tongue but it won’t move further than that. Instead, you say, “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s…” Kita runs a hand through his gray and black hair, his fringe falling over his eyes as he looks out the window. You glance outside too, at the two birds sitting in a birdbath a few feet away. “Well, I haven’t heard from you in a while and you’ve…” he chews on his bottom lip before settling on, “changed.”

You titter, the sound slightly warped behind the nerves buzzing beneath your skin. You grip the lilies tighter, the paper crinkling loudly in your hand. Before you can say anything, someone calls your name, and Kita’s eyes narrow at the way you freeze up.

“Babe, there you are.”

You feel a kiss on your cheek and an arm wrap around your waist. “Your mom wants to take pictures.”

You turn to the man and smile up at him. “Okay, babe,” you say before gesturing to Kita. “Have you met Kita-san?” He seems to notice the stoic man and introduces himself. You don’t pay attention to their conversation, oblivious to the way Kita keeps peeking at you and the arm wound tightly around you as you keep your focus on the lilies and the weight of your engagement ring.

“We’ll meet you inside.”

Your fiancé’s grip is suffocating as the rice farmer nods and walks by to get to the party. Neither of you says anything for a few seconds before he sighs, the noise making you flinch.

“You never told me about him,” he says, voice flat as he leers at you. “Why didn’t you tell me about him?”

“I didn’t think it would be important,” you murmur to the flowers. “We haven’t talked in years.”

The man hums before reaching down and plucking the bouquet out of your shaking hands. “Lilies?” He makes a face. “I hate lilies.” He guides you over to the trashcan and dumps the floral into the bin. “C’mon, let’s go.” He leaves no room for protest as he steers you back into the party. You peer over your shoulder and catch a glimpse of a small white petal, laying on the floor bathed in sunlight.

You’re twenty-six when you tell Kita Shinsuke you’re no longer married.

You’re at the bus station, sitting on your luggage, and waiting for your mom to pick you up. There’s a slight tan line on your finger where your wedding ring used to be, but that’s somewhere lost at sea— buried in the depths of the ocean, right where your dignity and heart are. You’re scrolling through your phone when your mom finally arrives. She immediately gets out of the car to envelop you in a hug.

“Hi sweetie,” she whispers into your hair. You squeeze her back. She picks up your bags and places them in the truck. You put your duffel bag by your feet and place your purse in your lap once you get into the passenger seat. It begins to rain on your way home.

It’s silent in the car as you pass by rows of houses, a few kids walking along the street. You pretend to not notice how your mom glances your way every now and then, and thankfully she doesn’t say anything.

You bring the hood of your jacket up as you snuggle further into it, careful of your bruised ribs and recently healed arm. You should have seen the signs but were blinded by pretty words and empty promises. You should have known better than to fall into the trap he ensnared until you felt like you couldn’t breathe. But that nightmare is over, your lawyer and friends reassure you over and over again.

He can’t hurt you anymore. You’re safe.

Safe.

You turn away from the window and fiddle with the air conditioner. “Do you mind if we stop somewhere?” your mother asks as she peeps at you for what felt like the twentieth time. “It’ll only be a minute.”

You nod and settle back into your seat. You close your eyes as the world blurs past you, and you keep them closed once the car stops and your mom lets you know she’ll be right back. You don’t move as she gets out and you hear the heavy crunch of gravel beneath her shoes. You’re right on the border of unconsciousness and consciousness when something lightly taps against the window.

The embarrassing squeak you emit is impressive as you whirl around in surprise. Your shock is mirrored by one very sweaty and dazed-looking Kita Shinsuke, who’s standing outside of the car with an umbrella clutched in his hands.

You almost whimper as you bring your hands up to your hood and pull. You wish you could shrivel up and disappear.

“Y/N? What’re you doing here?” You look around and realize you are at the Kita household.

Fuck.

You roll down the window just enough to speak to him. You scrunch your nose as a few droplets of water fall in. “Hey, um, I’m waitin’ for my mom.” Warmth fills your cheeks; you sounded like you were fifteen all over again. Kita cocks his head to one side.

“It’s a Wednesday,” he says. “Shouldn’t ya be in Osaka?” You clutch the car door and the smile you give him is strained.

“I’ve relocated back home,” you tell him. “Had some… complications come up.” He nods.

“Right, okay. What about your husband?”

You wince. “Ex-husband.”

He blinks owlishly at you. “Oh.”

You quickly look away as you tap on the window button. “Yeah…” you trail off. “I’ll, um, let ya go now.”

As you move to close the window, Kita stops you. “Did ya want to talk about it?”

You frown. “Do ya really want to hear me talk about my marriage woes?” He shrugs.

“It must be pretty serious for ya to call it quits.” He looks straight into your eyes, solemn and knowing. “And I know it must have been you to call it quits. He would be stupid to divorce you.” You smile despite yourself and lean on the glass.

“Maybe another time,” you say softly as he nods in understanding.

“If ya need a friend, give me a ring.”

You give him a little wave as he disappears into the house. Your mom comes out shortly after, carrying a large jar of what looks to be pickled radishes.

“I saw Shin-chan on my way out,” your mom comments as she pulls out of the driveway and onto the road. “Were you able to say hi?”

“Yeah,” you say as you stare at the blurring houses. “I said hi.”

She smiles. “It must be nice to have such a reliable friend.” You’re grinning at your reflection.

“Yeah, it is.”

You’re twenty-seven when Kita Shinsuke tells you he loves you. And he tells you on your twenty-seventh birthday too.

You’re drunker than you’ve been in years as you stumble out of the bar. It had just finished raining, dark puddles of murky water litter the road. Kita is to your right, Aran to your left, and the twins who are home visiting are trying to support each other as they obnoxiously bicker. You whine and lean against Kita.

“M’feet hurt,” you pout. Kita tsks as he loops your arm is around his.

“You should have worn more practical shoes.”

“Bu’these shoes look so nice with ma dress,” you cry. “Right, Aran?” The volleyball player squints at you before solemnly nodding his head.

“Right, you hafta wear heels with that dress.” You throw your arm up in triumph.

“Thank you! Ya always got ma back don’t cha?” He nods again.

“‘Course I do.”

“Eh? You need someone to hold all your other sides?” Atsumu snickers while wiggling his eyebrows. You bark out a laugh.

“I’d rather fall apart than have a scrub like you,” you giggle and pay no mind to the icy look on Kita’s face. Atsumu looks ready to pee his pants while Osamu tries not to fall over from laughing so hard. You pull on Kita’s arm to get his attention.

“Shin, Shin,” you slur. “Let’s go to the park. I wanna go on the monkey bars!”

“You,” he says, “have not been on the monkey bars since we were in high school. And you are not about to do that while you’re this drunk.”

You whine and push your face against his sleeve (most likely leaving a streak of foundation, highlighter, and bronzer). “I don’t wanna go home yet! Please, please?” He sighs and looks around.

“I’ll take you to the conbini, okay?��

You cheer and nearly roll your ankle in your excitement. Kita sighs and heaves you up before looking over at Aran. “Think you can handle those two?”

Aran glances over at the twins. They’re skipping in circles. He shrugs. “I’ll be fine.” He bids you a happy birthday and good night before he’s herding the twins away.

You’re happily perched at a table while Kita purchases a small cupcake. You’re staring at the sky, admiring the full moon when he hands you the cupcake. “Don’t get mad at me if you drop it on yer dress,” he warns as you happily peel back the polka-dotted wrapper. He sighs and checks his phone. Two minutes until midnight. He looks at you, wearily eyeing the thick blue icing that’s slowly beginning to slide off.

“It’s almost yer birthday,” he says as he hands you a napkin. You wipe your mouth and look at him.

“Shin,” you moan, “I’m so old.”

“Twenty-seven isn’t old.”

“Yer only sayin’ that because you’re twenty-six.”

He huffs. “My birthday is in a few months.” You groan again.

“So young, you just don’t understand it as I do.” Kita shakes his head, hiding the tiny smile on his lips before he checks the time again. It’s midnight.

“Y/N,” he shows you his phone. “Happy birthday.”

Despite you’re sulking, you beam at him. Cupcake forgotten, you look up at the moon and close your eyes. When you open them, you see Kita observing you. “Did ya wish for something good?”

“I did,” you chirp, wiping at the corner of your mouth. “I wished for you to be happy.” You don’t notice the way he freezes as he watches you bite into the cake, blue icing smearing along your upper lip and tip of the nose.

“…for me to be happy?” You nod.

“I’ve got everything I could ask for,” you tell him. “So this year, I wished you get everything you wish for.”

Kita’s stumped, unable to do much else but stare. He clenches his fists and whispers, “everything I wish for…”

The rice farmer stands in front of you. You raise an eyebrow as he leans forward, trapping you between his arms.

“Kita?”

“I have everything I could wish for,” he says, “except for one thing.” He’s so close, you can count the dark brown specks in his amber eyes.

“Y/N, I love you. I wish you would be mine.”

You drop the cupcake in your lap.

You’re thirty and impatiently waiting for Kita Shinsuke to get off the train.

“Hurry!” You say, “I’m hungry.”

Kita huffs a laugh as he steps off the platform and intertwines your hands together.

“Alright, alright,” he says as you pull on his hand. He adjusts your jacket and pops the umbrella open for you to stand beneath. “Let’s go.”

You’re about fifteen minutes away from the onigiri shop but it feels much shorter as you open the door to the restaurant dramatically. There’s a wide grin on your face as you announce, “Guess who’s here!”

Osamu, Atsumu, Suna, and Aran look up from their conversation, smiles plastered across their faces as they greet you.

“It’s been a while,” Aran says after he gives you a hug. “How’s the married life?” You grin and waggle your fingers at him. The silver band wrapped around your fourth finger feels weightless. “Absolutely perfect.”

You chat around rounds of onigiri, teasing the volleyball players and complimenting Osamu on the food before clearing your throat, and drawing everyone’s attention to you. “Gentlemen,” you say in a serious voice. “I have some big news for ya.”

“Are ya gettin’ divorced?” Suna deadpans, receiving a smack on the head from Osamu and Aran.

“No,” you say with a glower. “Quite the opposite actually…”

You rummage through your bag before placing a photo on the table. Kita smiles down at the grainy picture. “Say hello to baby Kita.”

It takes a moment before the table explodes. Aran shakes Kita in excitement while Atsumu is reduced to tears. You can’t help but laugh at their reaction and you slip your hand under the table to lace with your husband’s.

You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes. The rain is softly pattering against the windows.

You’re thirty and very happy.

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