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The White Knight - Chapter Four

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: A relationship between a knight and a princess is impossible, so it is best to just keep the emotions hidden.. but what happens if you can't?

Words: 3,262

Warnings: none

Kita's Point Of View

His breathing was hard as he walked to the edge of the training area. Putting his practice sword down, he tried to catch his breath.

“That was really good, Sir Kita,” the knight he had been training with said. He was his second training partner that day, the first one had already exhausted himself more than an hour ago. He should be tired too, but Kita could not feel the exhaustion in his bones. All he could feel was his heart beating against his ribcage, where he could still feel your hands pushing his armor against him, making his heart beat even faster. Even after hours and hours of training, the only thing on his mind was you - the one thing he was trying to stop thinking about.

“I think that's enough for today,” the other knight said as he gathered his things.

“Really?” Kita looked up at him. He had hoped for another round or two of sparring.

The other knight laughed. “Everyone else has already left for dinner and I'm not gonna miss it.” He shouldered his bag as he left. “You should pack up, too!”

Sighing, Kita looked up at the sky. It was getting dark and if he didn't hurry up, there would probably not be any food left in the knights’ dining hall. Of course, he could go into town and buy some food by himself, but he really did not feel like having to deal with all of the lowlifes that came out at night, streaming into taverns all over town.

“So, what's going on with you, hm?”

Osric's figure appeared out of nowhere, his hand suddenly on Shinsuke's shoulder. The fact that he hadn't even noticed him coming along was a tell-tale sign that he was much more exhausted than he knew or wanted to admit to himself. He wanted to keep going. To try and distract himself, stop himself from going down the road he was currently on.

“Nothing's wrong.” He shrugged Osric's hand off and started to gather his things into his bag as well. They knew each other for long enough that Kita was certain that there was no way in hell his friend would leave him alone now. Better to pack up and leave then.

"Oh, really? Is that why I hear you've been training for four hours without a break?”

Kita huffed in response. He really was not in the mood to talk.

“Hey!” Osric's hand grabbed his arm with more force than Kita expected. “This isn't like you.” His eyes bore into Kita’s. “Remember when we first met and I was overworking myself? You almost locked me into my room to make sure I wasn't doing anything stupid. And now you're doing it yourself! What the hell is going on with you? I've never seen you like this!”

Osric was right and Kita knew it. They had met years ago, when they had both just been knighted. Osric was working tirelessly to improve his skills and become a better knight. But as he was training and training, he was overworking himself. Kita was the one who had forced him to realize that there had to be a balance between working and relaxing, that breaks were just as important in becoming a better fighter as the training was. Ever since then, the two of them had gotten closer and every time they met, Osric was happy to catch up with his old friend, telling him all kinds of stories that made Kita laugh. So Osric knew what Kita was like. And that he would never behave like this if something wasn't seriously wrong.

“It's the princess, isn't it?” Osric's grip on his upper arm softened and so did his eyes.

“What do you mean?” Kita crossed his arms, forcing the other man to let go completely.

“Look, Shinsuke,” he started. There were few people who addressed him like this. Unlike Osric, Kita preferred to be referred to by his last name. The other knight wasn't so “uptight” (in his own words) and had soon after meeting Kita decided that addressing him so informally was appropriate, without even asking. Weirdly enough, Shinsuke could not find himself to care. He actually enjoyed it and found himself wanting to befriend the young knight.

Talking to Osric was refreshing. His other friends were scattered all over the country and none of them were knights, so having one who understood what he was going through was nice. Now it seemed that he understood what was happening in his life more than he would like.

Osric looked around the empty courtyard before he kept talking quietly. “Look, I know what it's like to have feelings for someone you shouldn't.. but there is nothing you can do about it. Trust me. It's not going anywhere, no matter how much you want it to, no matter how much you train and exhaust yourself. The only thing that you're going to do is hurt yourself and if you're not in good shape you won't be able to protect her the way that you're supposed to. Is that truly what you want?”

No. Actually, that was the last thing he wanted. But what other choice did he have? How else could he possibly live through his days, by your side, in agony because he could never truly be the man by your side? Soon, you would get married. Your husband was the man by your side, Kita was just your knight, someone who was supposed to stay in the background and support you silently.

“How do you do it?” Kita’s voice was just a whisper and he couldn't even bear to look Osric in the eyes. No one was supposed to know about this. But if Osric knew, did someone else? What was he supposed to do? How could he stop this dangerous behavior?

“I just.. think about her. And what is best for her. That's what loving someone is all about, isn't it? It gives me the strength to do what is right.” His friend paused for a moment. “It gets better.”

Kita raised his head to look at him. “So these feelings do go away?”

Osric shook his head. “No. But they get easier to hide. You'll get through this. I know you will. There is no one more loyal or disciplined than you.”

His words haunted Kita even as he laid his head to rest on his pillow that night. His discipline was in fact something that he had always prided himself on. Never had he been the best at swordsmanship, never been the one with the longest endurance or the fastest runner. But he had always been someone who pushed himself to never give up. Even if he failed, he kept working on his skills.

He got up every day and made his bed. He kept his body clean, polished his armor. He attended his regular training sessions and endured pain during battle without losing his head. Yes, he was a very disciplined young man. Or at least he had been up until very recently.

But how could he call himself disciplined when he couldn't stop staring at you when you weren't looking? Whenever he was around you these days, his eyes wandered on their own from your hair to your beautiful face, over the only pair of lips that could speak the words that would relieve him from his suffering. His eyes wandered down over your neck, your shoulders and arms to the hands whose touch felt almost healing when they had pushed against his chest. Hands that had ignited a deep, hidden desire inside of him.

He felt ashamed to even admit that he was having these feelings but he did, there was no way around it. Of course he had been interested in other women before he had met you but they hadn't been his princess. To him, you were larger than life, you were the person that he had pledged himself to and in turn, every action of his was supposed to benefit you. The thoughts in his head were anything but.

Now, he was laying in his bed, thinking back to your hands on his chest. In his head, he imagined them sliding over his shoulders and onto his back. Nuzzling his face into his pillow, he imagined how it would feel to be held by you, to lean his face onto your neck, your cheek, as your hands caress his back, fingers running through his hair. To be granted such a soft, tender touch by your hand must be what heaven feels like. Any touch that you were willing to grant him, he would take gratefully. You could slap him across the face and all that he would want to do would be to kiss the hand that touched him. Even if he could never be loved by you, he could be by your side. Every day, he had the opportunity to see your face, smell your scent, hear your voice. That was more than he had ever deserved and he would work hard to protect you, until the end of his days.

In the beginning, he wanted to serve you for a different reason. A heavy weight was on his shoulders and it hadn't lifted yet, a heavy guilt that he tried to erase by helping you. He still felt as guilty about his past as he did back then but now, that didn't matter anymore. He did not protect you for his own consciousness anymore, he did it because he wanted you to live on. Safe and happy. Even if he wasn't the one to make you happy he could be the one to make sure you would live to meet that person.

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Your Point Of View

Another night was passing in which you were unable to find any sleep. For the past ten days, you had been nothing but exhausted. You barely left your room except for the occasional stroll through the gardens and the meals with your family. You barely spoke to anyone, didn't even meet up with Alysane like you used to.

After what had happened at the garden party, all you wanted to do was go to your room and rest. But when your back hit the mattress, peace was as far away from you as it ever had been. The thoughts running through your head were all over the place - from fear to bad memories of death to anger towards your father to confusion and hurt when it came to Kita's actions.

You could not comprehend what happened in the hallway that day, even after pondering it for hours and hours on end. Why did he leave you alone so suddenly? Well, he did not actually leave you alone but he did back off, stopped supporting you like you wanted, needed him to. His touch had been the one thing keeping you grounded and gave you a sense of security you had almost forgotten even existed. Why would he take that away from you? Had he not told you that it was his duty to take care of you, to protect you from whatever harm may come your way? Still, he left you! Could he not see how much this fear was crippling you? Perhaps he was afraid that you might think that he was feeling something for you that he wasn't. Or was he scared that you might reciprocate the feelings that he did have for you?

Well, that thought was ridiculous. Never would you think of him, your knight, like that. It wasn't appropriate of you to think of him romantically, so you didn't - and he should know that. He was simply a protector to you. You only thought of him as someone who was loyal. Strong. Kind. Caring.

You did not think of how his broad chest felt underneath your palms or how it moved with every breath that he took. You did not think of that one time you saw him train. How the very same chest that you touched heaved as he was catching his breath, his hair a gorgeous mess that was sticking to his sweaty forehead. You did not think about that, at all, no. Only sometimes did you think of how his golden eyes looked in the sunlight. Almost never did you think about his hands. How they had grabbed you when you were about to fall. How they supported your waist and held you upright with a strength unknown to you until then. It felt almost sinful to think of how rough his palm felt pressed against your cheek and how gentle his touch still was despite the callouses adorning his skin. How he cradled your head so carefully, like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you certainly never thought about how close his thumb had been to your mouth. How easy it would have been for you to turn your head.. just a little bit.. until his fingertip touched your lips..

You groaned into your pillow. Hopefully that would muffle it enough for no one else to hear it. What were you getting yourself into? Grabbing your pillow, you pressed it harder into your face. Just then, your hand brushed against something laying underneath your pillow: a handkerchief. The one Shinsuke - Kita - had given to you in the garden. The one that still smelled like him, even after you had cleaned it. You had wanted to give it back, you really did. But somehow, you found yourself holding it up to your nose when you could not find any rest. Late at night, when you were scared and tired, you just let yourself be surrounded by his smell as it lulled you into a few short hours of sleep.

Slowly, you pulled out the cloth and turned onto your side as you brought it up to your face. Tonight, it would not be helping to fall asleep, you could already tell. The thought of him only made your heart beat faster and your mind race. It only made you think more of his hand when it held out the handkerchief to you. And thinking of his hand made you think of his grip on your waist and your arm. It made you think of how it would feel to have his hands move across your skin, your body.. mapping out the curves of your figure.. cradling your face gently while he -

“Argh!” You crumpled up the handkerchief and threw it as far across the room as you could. This was bad. Very bad. You had to do something about this - before it got too bad.

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The next day you felt the rare urge to leave your room. After a quick breakfast, you took the opportunity to leave with a knight other than Kita. Since it was still early in the morning, the night guard was still on duty and Kita wasn't supposed to be here for another hour, giving you enough time to enjoy a few breaths of fresh air without feeling his presence around you all the time. Especially after the road your thoughts had taken last night you did not feel like you could face him. Just the thought of his eyes looking at you made your cheeks heat up and the butterflies in your belly started stirring. It would be best to get out of here and distract yourself as quickly as possible. Hurriedly, you threw your coat on and left your room.

The crisp air felt refreshing as you stepped out into the sunlight and reveled in the peaceful atmosphere around you. Everyone else was either still asleep or getting ready for the day so you had the outside all to yourself. This really was a good idea, you thought to yourself as you let the few rays of sunshine that came through the trees warm your face. Though you were enjoying these few moments, you did not have a lot of time left. You wanted to avoid Kita, so you had to be back in your room before he came around.

When you reached your room a bit later, you told the other knight to go and find your maid for you. Later today, you wanted to take a bath and knew that it would take more than one maid to heat up the water and fill up the tub so it was best to let them know ahead of time so that they could prepare and gather everyone needed.

The knight did not want to leave you, even though you urged him that you would be safe and sound in your room. Thankfully, just a moment later he spotted your maid at the end of the hallway.

“I'll go tell her,” he finally agreed since he would just be down the hallway. No one could get into your room without him noticing.

Relieved, you reached for your pocket where you always kept the key to your room so you could unlock it. It was a motion you had made a million times already since you had made it a habit to lock your room after an incident a few years ago where a few men snuck into your room and stole your jewelry. But this time around, your pocket was empty. Did you lose the key? You patted down all of your pockets but could not feel it anywhere. Luckily, there was a backup key so it wasn't that much of an issue if you really had lost it. There was a different problem, though: This second key was safe and sound with the one person you did not wish to have to talk to today - Kita, of course. When you had decided that you could trust him, you had given him the spare key so that if he needed to, he could get into your room or if you locked yourself out, like now, the other key would be right by your side. But the embarrassment of having to not only face Kita right now but also have to tell him that you had done something so stupid.. it was too much to bear.

Today, you truly were all over the place. Losing your key, rushing out like that in the morning; you hadn't even put your hair up like you usually did.. then, a thought struck you: In your rush, did you even lock the door?

Hesitantly you reached out to the door handle, praying that it was unlocked and - Thank God! - it was. You let out a sigh of relief, throwing one last look down the hallway. The knight was still chatting with the maid, probably sharing some gossip, like you knew she loved to do, and Kita was nowhere to be seen. Thank God you made it back to your room before he came along!

You slipped into your room and threw the door close, not bothering to look at the door as you took your coat off. Instead, you were already eying the table. Was that where you had left your key? Just as you reached the table and put down your coat, you heard it - the unmistakable sound of a key turning in a lock.

With one motion, you turned around and stared at the familiar face of the man in front of your door as he slid the key into his pocket with one hand and pressed his pointer finger of his other hand to his lips, warning you to stay quiet.

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minarixx · 9 months

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝟏 ✯ 𝐒.𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐚

"𝙄 𝙜𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙'𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙙"

PAIRING. Kita Shinsuke x f!Reader

CONTENT. Angst, unrequited love, childhood friends to NOT lovers el oh el

Two childhood friends, Kita and Y/N and their complexities of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities.

WC. 3.1k

A/N. My new longest one shot. This one is alright they are getting a bit repetitive sorry guys but I'm still not making part 2s. I feel like making Y/N end up with the love interest's friend is kind of cliche and boring and I don't like happy endings my b.

Masterlink - Songs Unwritten

In the picturesque prefecture of Hyogo, two grandmothers, Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Kita were close friends on neighboring farms. They had shared countless memories together, and now, they were excitedly awaiting the arrival of their first grandchildren.

On a blissful summer afternoon, the sun beamed down from the azure sky, casting a warm and golden glow over the world below. The gentle breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass, and the distant chirping of birds provided a delightful background symphony.

Mrs. L/N and Mrs. Kita settled on the swings, the sturdy ropes creaking on the wood softly as they rocked back and forth. The swings seemed to dance in the sunlight, casting playful shadows on the ground below. Their laughter echoed through the air as they pushed off the ground, swinging higher and higher with each stroke of their legs.

"Oh, Margaret," Mrs. Kita said with a twinkle in her eye, "I can't believe we're going to be grandmothers! I just know our little ones are going to be the best of friends, just like us."

Mrs. L/N nodded with a warm smile. "Absolutely, Yumie. I couldn't agree more. It warms my heart to think about the adventures they'll have together."

As fate would have it, Kita and Y/N were born just days apart, and their grandmothers couldn't have been happier. From their hospital beds, Mrs. Kita and Mrs. L/N exchanged joyful phone calls, sharing the exciting news of the arrival of their grandchildren.

As the years passed, the two grandmothers lived up to their prediction. Kita and Y/N grew up side by side, their grandmothers often arranging playdates for them.

“They're like two peas in a pod, aren't they?"

Mrs. L/N nodded, a knowing smile on her face. "Indeed, they are, Margaret. I believe they share a special bond that will last a lifetime."

The grandmothers exchanged a glance, and Mrs. Kita decided to broach the subject delicately. "You know, I can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, they'll grow up to be more than just friends."

Mrs. L/N's eyes widened with surprise, and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, Yumie, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

They both shared a laugh, realizing they were on the same page. With a twinkle in her eye, Mrs. Kita said, "Perhaps we should encourage their friendship, and who knows, one day, they might discover something more."

From the earliest years, they were inseparable, their laughter echoing through the streets as they explored the world together. During warm summer nights, they chased fireflies, their hearts brimming with dreams of thrilling adventures.

Time flew by, and Kita and Y/N's friendship blossomed. They shared secrets, laughed, and supported each other through ups and downs, just like their grandmothers had hoped.

Little did they know that the innocent bond they forged in their early years would lay the foundation for something deeper and more profound—a love that would one day become the heart of their story.

Their connection deepened, transcending the boundaries of friendship. Unbeknownst to each other, both Kita and Y/N began to harbor feelings that went far beyond mere companionship. Yet, they were afraid to speak their hearts' desires, fearing that such revelations might jeopardize the cherished friendship they held dear.

Years rolled on, and although they remained as close as ever, a shift occurred when Kita started seeing someone else and Y/N got a job offer in the city, reaching adulthood was what had happened. It was as if an invisible thread linked their hearts, but neither dared to tug at it, lest everything unravel.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N and Atsumu strolled through the park, their laughter filling the air as they enjoyed the warmth of the day.

"So, have you heard from Kita lately?" Atsumu asked, casually.

Y/N's face lit up with a soft smile. "Yeah, we texted yesterday. He was telling me about his plans for the weekend."

Atsumu hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously, "You know, there's something I heard from someone... I don't know if I should say it."

Curiosity tinged with worry sparked in Y/N's eyes. "What is it, Tsumu? You can tell me."

Taking a deep breath, Atsumu gently revealed, "I heard from Aran that Kita's going to announce got engaged last weekend."

Y/N's heart sank, her smile fading away. "Engagement? But he didn't mention anything to me..." Her voice trailed off, disappointment and hurt evident in her eyes.

Atsumu placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to upset you."

"No, it's okay," Y/N replied, trying to regain her composure. "I just... I always thought we were so close that we shared everything with each other."

Atsumu nodded empathetically. "I know, and maybe he just hasn't found the right moment to tell you yet."

But the seed of doubt had already been planted in Y/N's mind. She couldn't help but wonder why Kita hadn't shared this significant event in his life with her. Did he not trust her enough to confide in her? Or had he intentionally kept her in the dark?

Y/N sat on her favorite cozy spot on the couch, nervously tapping her phone on her thigh. Her heart raced with anticipation as she waited for that one text she had been hoping for all day.

The sun was slowly setting, casting a warm glow through the window and painting the room in hues of orange and gold. Y/N glanced at her phone every few seconds, checking for any new notifications. Finally, the familiar chime of a text message broke the silence.

Her heart skipped a beat as she unlocked her phone and read the message from Kita

Kita >"Hey Y/N, let's meet up for coffee."

As Kita and Y/N sat in the old coffee shop by the tranquil lake, the warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the comforting scent of aged wood filled the atmosphere.

“You know, Y/N," he said, breaking the comfortable silence, "I remember the first time we came here together. We were just kids, barely able to drink coffee."

Y/N chuckled, her eyes sparkling with nostalgia. "Yeah, I remember that day too. I ended up spilling so much coffee on the table but you helped me clean it up."

"It's what friends do, right?" Kita replied, smiling warmly at her.

"Right," Y/N said, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Kita, you've always been there for me, through thick and thin. I don't know what I would do without you."

Kita's heart swelled with affection, and he reached out to gently squeeze her hand. "And you've always been there for me, too, Y/N. You're like the missing piece in my life puzzle."

Y/N blushed, her cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "That's so cheesy, Kita."

"I mean it," he said, looking into her eyes. "You've been my rock, my confidante, my partner in crime. I feel like I can be myself completely when I'm with you."

"You can, Kita," Y/N assured him, her voice soft and reassuring. "You've always been yourself with me, and that's one of the things I love most about our friendship."

Kita's heart skipped a beat at her words, but he quickly brushed the thought aside, not wanting to ruin the moment by revealing his hidden feelings.

They continued talking, reminiscing about their countless adventures, sharing dreams and aspirations, and laughing at inside jokes that only they understood. The depth of their bond was evident in every word they exchanged, in the way they leaned on each other for support and found comfort in one another's presence.

"Life is going to change a lot soon," Y/N said, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "You're getting engaged." Kita’s eyes widened not realizing she had found out so soon.

"I wanted to explain," Kita began, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I know it must have hurt to find out about my engagement like that, and I'm truly sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

Y/N's defenses were still up, but she listened, her heart yearning for answers. "Why didn't you tell me, Kita? We've always been so honest with each other."

Kita sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I’m not sure, there were a lot of things on my mind with preparations and wedding planning, you understand right?"

Y/N felt a mix of emotions wash over her – hurt, understanding, and regret. "I wish you had trusted me enough and remembered to share this with me."

"I do. Things won't be the same, but I know we'll always have this, right here."

Y/N turned to him. "Right here," she echoed, her voice cracking with emotion.

They sat there in silence, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Little did they know that this night, under the starlit sky, would be etched into their memories forever.

As the evening wore on, Y/N grappled with her feelings, unsure of what to do next. She longed to confess her own hidden emotions to Kita, but the fear of being a home wrecker was large but losing him as a friend was larger.

Days passed, the buzz of excitement spread throughout the town as the news of Kita's engagement became official. Invitations to the engagement party were sent out, leaving everyone eagerly anticipating the celebration.

Y/N stood in front of her mailbox, her heart pounding with anticipation, as she anxiously waited for her mail to arrive. Her mind was filled with a mix of emotions, unsure of how to feel about attending the party celebrating Kita's engagement. Part of her was happy for him, wanting to support him in this new chapter of his life, but another part of her couldn't shake the lingering sadness and regret.

Finally, the mail arrived, and Y/N found herself holding the coveted invitation in her hands. She took a deep breath and opened it, revealing the elegant card adorned with intricate designs. The words "Kita and Runa’s Engagement Celebration" were written in beautiful calligraphy.

Her heart sank a little as she read Runa's name, realizing that the woman who held Kita's heart was someone she barely knew. Y/N heard Kita mention her multiple times, and the realization stung, making her feel like a distant observer in his life.

She remembered the day where he introduced Runa to her. As they sat in the fields of Kita’s grandma's farm.

As weeks went by after the introduction, Y/N observed Kita and Runa's relationship blossom. They seemed genuinely happy together, and Y/N couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry they shared. Still, she told herself it was just one of those puppy love flings, convinced that their relationship wouldn't last.

But as months turned into years, Kita and Runa's bond remained steadfast. Y/N watched from the sidelines as Kita and Runa's love deepened. She remained a loyal friend, cheering them on and supporting their relationship, even though it pained her to do so.

Soon, Y/N was going to witness Kita and Runa's love taking a new form at the engagement party. Her heart ached with a mixture of emotions.

As the engagement party date drew closer, Y/N wrestled with her emotions. She knew she couldn't let her feelings dictate her actions, but attending the celebration felt bittersweet. She wanted to be there for childhood friend, but she also feared the pain it might bring to witness him committing to someone else.

Arriving at the venue, Y/N was greeted with warmth and excitement from other guests. She smiled and engaged in conversations, trying to push her personal feelings aside.

The occasion was joyous, yet both Kita and Y/N felt an underlying melancholy. Amidst the laughter and congratulatory toasts, Kita found solace in the bottom of a glass, the bitter taste of whiskey easing his nerves.

In the midst of the celebration, Kita and Y/N found themselves alone in a quiet corner. The dim lights cast soft shadows upon their faces, and the familiarity of each other's presence comforted them. As the night wore on, the alcohol loosened Kita's tongue, and the words he had suppressed for so long came tumbling out.

As she made her way into the bar section of the venue, her eyes found Kita, looking dapper in his suit and a nervous smile playing on his lips. He saw her too, and for a brief moment, their eyes met, conveying a depth of unspoken emotions.

"Y/N, there you are."

She turned to find Kita standing before her, looking both nervous and apologetic. His engagement ring was clearly visible on his finger, a symbol of the new chapter in his life.

"I've been looking for you," Kita said softly.

"Kita, you rarely drink and you reek of alcohol."

"Y/N," he said, his voice a little shaky, "I need to tell you som'shin."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, noticing the uncharacteristic vulnerability in Kita's eyes. "What is it?" she asked, concern lacing her words.

Kita took a deep breath, the alcohol making the task of expressing his feelings even more challenging. "I've lo'ed you for so long, Y/N," he confessed, stumbling slightly over his words. "But I never said anythin' 'cause I was afraid of losin' you. I thought it was betta to keep my feelin's hidden and cher-ish our friendship. I needed to say tis before I got married."

A tear escaped Y/N's eye as she listened intently, realizing the weight of Kita's slurred confession. "Oh, Kita," she whispered, her own emotions starting to surface. "I never knew… I never realized…"

"It's alrigh'," Kita interrupted, offering a bittersweet smile. "I've moved on, and I'm genuinely happy for you if you find someone else. I jus' wanted you to know how much you mean to me."

As the words lingered in the air, the full weight of Kita's unspoken love settled upon them. Y/N's heart filled with both sadness and regret, wishing she could have recognized his feelings sooner.

"I'm sorry, Kita," she said softly, her voice quivering. "I wish I had said something sooner.."

As the night continued, they stood there, two childhood friends, each holding onto their unspoken desires. The alcohol might have emboldened Kita to share his feelings, but it couldn't erase the years of silence that had passed between them.

The morning after the engagement party, Y/N woke up with a heavy heart. The weight of Kita's drunken confession still lingered in her mind, the memory etched into her soul. However, as she contemplated the events of the previous night, she couldn't help but notice something unsettling.

Kita, in his intoxicated state, had poured his heart out to her, confessing his long-standing love for her. Yet, when she met up with him at the cafe, it was as if that vulnerable confession had never happened. He was his usual cheerful self, talking about the wedding plans and how excited he was for this new chapter in his life.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of confusion and sadness. Had he forgotten what he had said? Did he truly not remember his own confession of love?

As the days went by, Y/N found herself in a state of emotional turmoil. On one hand, she cherished the memories of their close friendship and the unspoken love between them. On the other hand, she carried the burden of knowing his true feelings while he seemed to be moving forward without a care in the world.

Unable to bear the weight of her emotions any longer, Y/N sought comfort in a late-night conversation with Atsumu.

"I just don't understand, Tsumu," Y/N confided, her voice shaking with emotion. "He confessed his love for me that night, and now, it's like he's completely forgotten about it."

Atsumu listened attentively, offering a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes, people say things they don't fully remember when they're drunk. Maybe Kita wasn't ready to face his feelings, and his mind chose to forget."

"But how can he forget something like that?" Y/N exclaimed, tears glistening in her eyes. "It was such a vulnerable moment for him, and now it's like it never happened."

Atsumu hugged his friend tightly, understanding the pain she was going through. "I know it's hard, Y/N, but sometimes we can't control how others feel or what they remember. All you can do now is find a way to heal and move forward."

The days turned into weeks, and Y/N did her best to keep her composure while the wedding preparations were in full swing. She attended bridal showers, smiled through fitting sessions, and participated in the joyous festivities. But each step towards Kita's marriage was a reminder of the unspoken love that still lived in her heart.

On the day of the wedding, Y/N stood amongst the guests, her eyes fixated on the altar where Kita and Runa exchanged their vows. She felt a mix of conflicting emotions – happiness for Kita and the life he was building with someone he loved, but also an overwhelming sadness at the thought of what could have been.

The burden of carrying the secret of Kita's confession weighed heavily on Y/N's shoulders. She knew she had to be strong for her friend, even though it meant sacrificing her own feelings. And as she watched them exchange rings and declare their love she couldn’t help but let out a few tears.

The celebration continued and Y/N knew that she would forever hold a special place in her heart for Kita, a place reserved for the boy who had been her confidante, her partner in crime, and her unspoken love. And as she watched Kita and Runa share their first dance as an engaged couple, Y/N made a silent vow to cherish their friendship and find her own happiness in the world.

She knew that their paths were now diverging, but the memories of their cherished friendship would forever be a part of her, reminding her of the unspoken love that once filled her heart during her life.

The unspoken love that would forever remain a part of her story, even as she embraced a future that led her to find her own happiness and fulfillment.

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emmyrosee · 2 years

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Random thoughts #52 (00:15)

lol this one is a doOZY-

pls excuse my ANGST but imagine the twins trying for like. Months on end for you to fall in love with Shinsuke, who’s had a crush on you for god knows how long, only for you to fall in love with Sunarin by accident.

Completely by accident, he just! Came out of no where! The twins had been completely blindsided when you told them you’d fallen super hard for the middle blocker, and he, you.

It puts them in this terrible moral dilemma about being happy for their two friends who bring out the best in each other… and being beyond guilty for putting their poor captain through all of this.

They make it their responsibility to try and mend bridges that so badly want to burn, such as Atsumu making gagging noises while you and Rin kiss each other’s cheeks, to osamu then guiding Kita away to distract him. Osamu helping Rin bake cupcakes for your birthday, and Atsumu promising shinsuke that if he doesn’t show up to said party, you’ll never forgive him.

Ginjima grumbling about how happy you and Rin look while you stand in line getting your snacks after practice, and Kita who escorts himself away when Atsumu watches his golden eyes blink back stabbing tears from his waterline.

Because the one time the ‘perfect robotic captain of Inarizaki’ shows any emotion, it gets thrown back in his face. He doesn’t blame Rin, he certainly doesn’t blame you. He’s not gonna say anything, or try to change your mind. He’s not gonna make Rin feel punished or show him that he feels any other way than indifferent towards your shared relationship. He just can’t keep watching you choose someone else.

If anything, he blames himself for not being enough. and that’s what hurts him the most. :(

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loveephia · 1 year

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"i'll never let another boy hurt you ever again." your close friend, suna rintarō, vowed a promise as he held your crying figure close. a small smile formed on his face at the fact that you found comfort in him first. he was first.

best believe that he kept his promise, even years later.

oh, how radiant you were, walking down the aisle, even though it wasn't toward him. it was toward kita shinsuke, his perfect, no-cutting-corners, straight A'd volleyball captain in high school.

it wasn't like suna was bitter about the occasion. if you weren't for him, then he'd much rather you be with kita, a boy who could never hurt you.

one day, you'll thank him for protecting you from all the sleazy guys you almost fell for, but really, there's no thanks needed to be said.

after all, he was just doing what every friend would do.

as he was, your close friend, suna rintarō.

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rishiguro · 6 months

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ANAGAPESIS - K. SHINSUKE

warnings: break up. heartbreak. self-deprecating thoughts. hurt/no comfort. 3.2k words.

angstober event

kita sighed as he closed the door behind him, the day’s fatigue springing onto him as soon as he took his shoes off, neatly placing them away and putting his slippers on.

it wasn’t particularly often that he had bad days, but he couldn’t exactly hide from them forever.

sure, he had a job he loved, putting all of his passion in it, but nothing really seemed to go right today. he found security and sense in his routines and yet somehow everything was misplaced or even missing today, throwing off his entire schedule.

but he was so glad to be home.

he couldn’t wait to fall into your arms and feel the weight on his shoulders disappear, letting himself be comforted by your warmth.

usually he’d come home and be greeted by you. you’d have some dinner together, either some leftovers or something one of you made (sometimes you prepared dinner together), and calmly let the day pass.

your shared apartment was more that just a few walls and furniture — it was his home, his safe place.

however, today he found you sitting in the living room, dressed in some jeans instead of the usual sweatpants. he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“hey, love,” he greeted you with a warm smile, stepping closer to you, “you going out?”

oddly enough, you didn’t greet him cheerfully like you often did, instead only throwing a weak smile in his direction before looking down to your hands. “can we talk?” you immediately asked him with an almost timid voice.

“sure” kita sat down beside you, his entire body aching as he did so. he could only barely stop himself from letting out a relieved moan as he finally sat down again. grabbing your hand, he turned his entire attention to you. you were fidgeting, toes wiggling on the floor, as if you were anxious. “is everything okay? you seem distressed”

you took a deep breath before absentmindedly chewing on your thumb’s nail. as soon as you noticed however, you immediately brought your hand down, clenching it in your lap. your actions however only confirmed kita’s suspicion. you chewed on your lower lip for a moment before you decided to speak up. “it’s not. i- i need to tell you something,” you felt your heart race in your chest as you spoke, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. you quickly glanced over to kita, noticing the deep frown on his face and his tired, sunken eyes.

it was obvious that he had a hard day and here you were, only making it worse. could you really do that to him?

for a second you paused, before mentally shaking your head. no. you didn’t really have a choice, did you? you couldn’t just continue lying to him.

he deserved better.

“and i feel terrible for bringing it up now, but i don’t think this can wait any longer”

kita nodded slowly, rubbing a thumb over the back of your hand slowly. “okay”

he patiently waited for you to begin, yet your mouth went completely dry.

just how were you going to say this to him? could you even do it?

you knew you had to – you didn’t have a choice.

but how could you hurt someone who never did anything to hurt you?

“hey, take a deep breath,” he mumbled to you, “whatever it is, it’ll be alright, i promise”

you clenched your jaw, turning your head away from him and squeezing your eyes shut.

just why did he have to be so damn understanding? why did he have to be so loving and caring?

why was he everything you ever wanted in somebody?

and why were you planning on breaking him?

“love? talk to me,” he spoke softly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze after bringing it up to his lips and pressing a small kiss on it. “whatever it is, together we can work this out”

don’t do this. don’t be like this. just this one time.

you quickly shook your head, still not looking at him, when you felt your eyes getting teary.

“i don’t think we can work this out, shin,” you whispered, afraid that if you spoke any louder, your voice would break.

before he could even reply, you turned to him, looking at him with teary eyes. “i think we should break up”

kita could only look at you, completely shocked.

was this supposed to be a joke?

no, you would never joke about things like that.

then why?

after way too many moments of silence, kita could still only bring himself to mutter one word. “why?”

you hated to see him like this. his eyes were wide in horror, if not even shock, as he looked at you completely confused. his hand, the same one that held yours so securely just a few minutes ago, was loose around yours, like he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be touching you. his eyes, albeit wide open, looked more like he was staring right through you, not focusing on a single thing.

you hated this look on his face.

meanwhile kita felt like he couldn’t breathe, his thoughts running wild, filling his head with way too many concerns at once, before he managed to sort them, the next words spilling over his lips.

“did i do something wrong? did i hurt you?”

he looked so sad, so full of sorrow and guilt.

he couldn’t do anything to hurt you.

pressing his lips into a thin line he looked at your still intertwined hands, giving you a short, weak squeeze. he swallowed down a lump in his throat, looking down in shame before meeting your gaze again. “love, i’m so sorry”

how could he be sorry for something he never did?

“just tell me what it is and i promise i’ll do everything i can to fix it” he sounded so sure, like it was a fact that he was the one that did something wrong, that he had to make up for something, that he was the one at fault.

you were used to kita speaking with a matter-of-factly-tone, no matter what the actual subject matter was. but how could he be so convinced that he did something wrong? he— the one that always thought about the things he did, the one that always thought about what he said, the one that was always sure of what he did and always made sure to care for you, to love you.

and to never hurt you. and he never did.

but you had to hurt him.

you looked down on your intertwined hands, torn between the urge to give his hand a squeeze or pulling yours away. but could you really let him go? “no, shin, listen-,” you tried, only to have him jump in immediately, like he didn’t really hear you in the first place.

“and if you still want to do this, i’ll respect it, i promise. just please, let me do this,” he asked, no, begged, with a sad smile on his face.

it was safe to say that kita felt like you had just pulled the rug away under his feet. he felt lost, confused and most of all guilty. he had always tried to be the best version of himself for you, be the best partner he could possibly be— and even more than that.

did he slack off recently? did he forget an important date? did he neglect you?

“shin”

mentally he ran through the past days, weeks, months, the whole last years, analyzing pretty much everything he could remember. every time you fought, every dumb argument and heated discussion, every time his tone was a little off, every time he didn’t really understand just what you wanted from him and every small thing he might have forgotten. the days he forgot to ask you how your day was, the times he could only give you a short kiss before rushing out the door, the number of times he came home and simply wanted to go to bed, not having the energy to spend a lot of time with you after an excruciatingly hard day working.

was it all too much for you?

he rushed out the door one too many times, his tone was too sharp one too many times, he forgot to kiss you properly one too many times.

he couldn’t really blame you.

but was it really that? was it all of that? was it something else?

were you going to leave him hanging like this?

pressing his lips to a thin line, he forced himself to focus back to you. “at least tell me what i did wrong, please,” kita asked before lowering his head again, taking a deep breath to distract himself from his racing heart, blinking rapidly to get rid of the few stray tears in his eyes. “don’t just leave me like this”

you closed your eyes in shame, not wanting to look at kita so broken.

while he kept asking himself what he had done to you and why you never felt safe enough to talk to him about this, you asked yourself how you could do this to him.

a sad smile on your lips, you shook your head, still not daring to take your hand away from his, desperate to feel his warmth for as long as he would allow you to. “you didn’t do anything wrong, shin,” you whispered through the lump in your throat, your voice all hoarse, “nothing”

nothing?

his head shot up, looking at you with wide and teary eyes. “then why?”

and despite that he looked so calm and even resigned, like he wasn’t even going to protest as soon as you provided him with your reason.

now it was you who looked away, biting your lip as you stared on the floor. “i just,” you stopped, not even wanting to actually say it out loud and make it real. you didn’t want to believe it, much less say it. you still hoped that this was just a weird, long dream, one that you would wake up from and everything would be the way it was before.

you would wake up next to him and he would already be awake, greeting you with his deep morning voice, with a small and loving smile. you would simply mumble some greeting, still half asleep, and move over, putting your head on his chest. his hands would find their way on your back and your heart would skip a beat, your entire body filling with love.

but you haven’t woken up for multiple weeks by now. and you didn’t wake up now.

“i just fell out of love with you”

just like that, kita felt his heart stop in his chest, shattering into a million pieces.

you fell out of love with him.

he nodded slowly, spacing out.

so there was nothing he could do anymore, huh?

did he do too little for you? did he get too used to having you by his side? should he have been more attentive, take you out more, give you more flowers, more compliments and little gifts. he should’ve held you more, kissed you more, loved you more.

he should’ve been more.

maybe then you wouldn’t have fallen out of love with him.

“for how long have you been feeling like this?” he asked slowly, sounding almost shy, like he didn’t want to actually know.

and he truly didn’t.

for how long had he made you feel like this, for long did you feel like you had to stay in a relationship you didn’t want to be in solely because of him?

“i don’t know. for too long”

you knew exactly what thoughts were running in his head. you knew how he must be blaming himself, how he was trying to find any kind of fault in himself.

and there was nothing you could to to relieve him from this, even though none of this was his fault.

you doubted there was anybody at fault — and if there was, you were sure that it would be you.

you were the one that was breaking up with him, you were the one breaking his heart, you were the one that wasn’t perfect, unlike him.

he was always perfect. and that’s what hurt you so much.

he was the ideal partner — he was caring, loving, attentive. honest, loyal, open and always communicating. he was firm, but not strict or mean, never making you feel belittled. and if he did fuck up and do something wrong, he was quick to realize his mistake and apologize, willing to do everything to make up for it and change his behavior.

he was everything anybody could ever want.

and you were throwing him away just like so.

“okay,“ he whispered, nodding to himself before pulling his hand away, clasping his other one with it and putting them in his lap, taking his warmth away from you.

your fingers itched to reach out to him again, try to comfort him, protect him from the same pain that you inflicted on him. you clenched your jaw, clenching your hands into fists instead and digging your nails into your palm. “shinsuke, i’m sorry. i’m so, so sorry”

“it’s okay,“ he breathed out, the corners of his mouth reflexively turning up for a second.

you shook your head, swallowing repeatedly. how was this okay or fair? and how could he even thing about comforting you when he was feeling like you were effectively ripping his heart out? “no”

“it is,” he replied immediately, a sad smile on his lips as he looked at you for a short moment. “you can’t choose how you feel, can you?”

you knew he was right — and yet that didn’t give you any comfort. instead, it only made your chest constrict in pain as you clenched your fist even more, feeling tears welling up in your eyes.

“i never wanted to hurt you,“ you breathed out, voice so weak that you felt like you couldn’t speak up without starting to cry.

why were you the one crying?

“i know” kita smiled sadly at you, looking down at his feet.

silence settled over the two of you, both of you occupied with your thoughts, before you decided to speak again.

“i packed a few things and i’ll stay over at a friend’s house,” you started slowly, getting up from the couch and stepping away from him. “and, uh, look for a place”

kita didn’t look up at you (probably for the better, you didn’t think you could handle his teary face), instead only nodding slightly, playing with the fingers in his lap. “okay”

you left him sitting there, rushing into your once shared bedroom to pack some essentials into a bag.

as you grabbed some clothes, you tried to ignore your blurring vision and the heavy feeling in your chest.

you didn’t want to leave him behind like that as you were gathering your things to leave what has been your shared home for so long.

and yet you had to, you knew it was the best thing to do.

because staying with him would hurt him even more.

when you returned, kita was still sitting in the same spot, looking like he hadn’t moved an inch.

and truly, he didn’t — he felt paralyzed.

was he not good enough? where did he go wrong?

what could he have done to make you fall out of love with him?

he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, clenching his eyes shut, like that would stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

you shook your head at the sight.

how he could just sit there and let you break his heart, just like that?

“why aren’t you mad at me? you should be yelling at me, cursing at me, anything!” you bursted out, your bag falling on the floor next to you. kita jumped as he heard your voice, turning his head to look at you. he expected you to look angry, irritated, anything but seeing you with tears running over your cheeks. “why are you just letting me break your heart?”

he swallowed thickly before giving you another comforting smile, like the tears on his face weren’t even there.

“it’s not your fault. you can’t choose who you love” he let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head slightly at his words. “and also not who you fall out of love with”

you looked over at him, looking him up and down before speaking again, your voice slightly agitated. “so? how can you just take it like that?” you asked, gesturing in the air.

how could he just sit there and do nothing?

“nothing i’ll say will change this, won’t it?” he simply stated, sounding resigned. he looked over at you, noticing how you stayed silent, proving his point. “that’s why”

contrary to how that might look, kita wanted nothing more than to fight this. he didn’t want to let you or this relationship go.

he didn’t want to let go of the lazy mornings or late evenings, the trips to the farmers market or the dates at bakeries or cafés, the warm cuddles or cooking dates.

but did he really have a choice?

“i don’t want this, i still love you. i can’t look at you leave, knowing that there’s nothing i can do,” he confessed, twiddling his thumbs as he spoke. “but i will respect your choice and i will not fight to be with someone who doesn’t want to be with me anymore”

a pained, but warm smile appeared on his face again when he noticed the tears rolling over your cheeks. “it’s okay. i’m not going to yell at you and i’m not going to call you names or hurt you in any way for something you can’t control”

you swallowed, grabbing your own thigh and digging your nails into the fabric of your pants. you couldn’t even look at him.

you were such a coward.

“why do you have to be so understanding, even in this moment?”

he sighed softly. “you know why,” he whispered, feeling the tears in his how eyes again, “i cannot bring myself to be mad at you and i don’t think i’m able to give you what you want right now. i’m sorry”

he was too good for you. and you were everything he wanted.

“don’t be” you shook your head, trying to blink away the tears as you wiped over your cheeks. “it was dumb to even try to bring you to yell at me. even dumber to ask you to do this to make this easier on me” you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head at yourself. “especially since i’m the one breaking up with you”

you scoffed at yourself before picking up your bag and finally walking towards the door, opening it with shaky hands.

and even though you had thought about this for weeks, way longer than you’d ever like to admit, you weren’t ready for a life without him.

“i’m sorry, shinsuke,” you croaked, still standing in the doorway with your back to him, “i really am”

“i know“ was all you heard before shutting the door behind you and walking away from your home, your relationship, him.

kita always strived for perfection and nothing less of perfection, not just finding comfort in it, but also believing that everybody deserved nothing but the best of him. and that belief has never failed him.

until now.

until he failed you.

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mavrintarou · 11 months

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[1:05 AM] Kita Shinsuke

It's literally 1 AM and I need to share this sweet Kita that I've been hogging all to myself. He's just... something else. Lol. I write a lot about Suna and Sakusa but Kita definitely holds a special spot in my heart... or elsewhere.

Warning: fluff, angst (nothing between Shinsuke x Y/n), and explicit smut. Note: it is long - I don't think you guys ever complained, but I wanted to warn you guys regardless. .

Kita Shinsuke gently caressed his wife’s pregnant belly. Then, as she slept, a soft moan escaped her lips, and she nestled closer, seeking the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

A few months ago, when he met his son’s first-grade substitute teacher, Shinsuke couldn’t have imagined that he would feel a longing for another woman. Since his wife tragically passed away in a car accident, Shinsuke found himself single-handedly raising their two-year-old son with the support of his grandmother.

“Dad, we have a new teacher since Mrs. Fukada is home with her new baby.” Shinnosuke announced excitedly, “She has a new baby girl…” he paused, locking eyes with his dad, his gaze filled with longing. “Can I have a baby sister too?”

Great-grandma Shin giggled, patting the little boy’s head. “I wish for a baby sister for you, too, Nosuke.”

Shinsuke sighs softly, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Once night falls, Shinsuke gently places a steaming cup of tea before his grandmother, commencing their cherished nightly tea ritual. They found solace on the patio, engaging in their nightly heartfelt conversations.

“It is time you find a partner.”

Although he had anticipated this conversation would arise at some point, he found himself partially surprised by its timing, catching him off guard.

“Your boy needs a mother. I can only do so much. You need someone, and you should give him more siblings.”

It was always Shinsuke’s dream to have a big family. Moreover, he and Shinnosuke’s mother dreamed of more children after his birth.

“I’m just… I don’t know if I’m ready.” Even though it’s been a few years since her tragic death, he still loved her dearly.

“I know you will never be ready, but you can try.”

The following day he had promised to take his son to school to meet his new teacher, who, Shinnosuke promised, is very pretty.

“She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, dad.” Shinsuke suppressed his laugh, unsure where his son was going with the conversation. “Maybe she isn’t married yet, and you can marry her?”

“Son, that’s now how it works – “

“Hi, Shinnosuke. Is this your dad?”

The last time Shinsuke was ever starstruck was with his late wife.

Shinnosuke tugged his dad’s hand and spoke excitedly, “Dad! This is Ms. Y/n – my new teacher! Isn’t she pretty.”

True to his son’s words, she is pretty.

Gorgeous if Shinsuke was being honest.

He felt hot all suddenly.

“Hello,” he greeted, praying his face was not tomato-red. “I am Shinnosuke’s father, and I hope he has not been a handful.”

Her smile radiated warmth, captivating Shinsuke’s gaze.

As she stepped closer, a gentle fragrance of sweet perfume reached his nose. “Not at all,” she replied, her voice carrying a touch of admiration. “You have a remarkably well-behaved and intelligent son.” She affectionately tousled Shinnosuke’s hair, and he leaned into her touch like an adoring puppy.

Shinsuke longed for her hand to pat his head at that moment too.

Shinsuke attempted to keep his distance from Ms. Y/n. Instead, he would merely drop off his son outside of school, making arrangements to pick him up at the gates if he could, all to resist the overwhelming desire to do anything but kiss Ms. Y/n passionately until all his desires were fulfilled.

He could not give in to temptation.

But Shinsuke ran into Ms. Y/n everywhere.

At the grocery store.

At the salon.

At the clinic.

Complicating matters further, his son held a deep affection for her and frequently spoke about her with admiration.

His last hope for maintaining his distance and preserving his sanity unraveled when circumstances forced him to accompany his grandmother to the hospital due to a precautionary overnight admission for a cold. This left his son alone at home, intensifying his concerns.

“If you don’t mind, Kita-san, Shinnosuke can stay with me until great-grandma is released.” A look of surprise filled his eyes as he absorbed her thoughtful suggestion. Shinsuke was overwhelmed by the immense responsibility of managing his rice field, tending the crops, and caring for his grandmother; he struggled to ensure his son was never left alone at home.

Despite his gratitude towards her, he hesitated momentarily. However, when he glanced down at his son, whose eyes sparkled with anticipation, he couldn’t resist. “Please, dad?” his son pleaded, his excitement palpable.

Shinsuke sighed before agreeing; he crouched down, “You must listen to Ms. Y/n and behave.”

“Yes, dad.”

Shinnosuke was smitten by Ms. Y/n.

When Shinsuke arrived to pick up his son, he felt a pang of disappointment upon seeing his dad waiting at the door. “Do we have to go home, dad?” his son pleaded, his eyes longing. “Can’t we stay here with Ms. Y/n?”

“Shinnosuke,” Shinsuke called out his son’s name, his tone laced with a warning, the kind used when it was necessary to reestablish authority. Upon hearing his dad’s voice, his son’s shoulders slumped, and he turned away to retrieve his belongings. “Sorry,” Shinsuke apologized quietly, blushing under Y/n’s gaze.

“Don’t be. He is still young and doesn’t know any better.”

Shinsuke couldn’t help but observe her casual attire, with sweatpants and a loose shirt. “Regardless of that, he was being rude, and I need to have a conversation with him,” he stated, taking a deep breath. “thank you. I am truly grateful for your understanding and for looking after him. I can’t express my gratitude enough.”

“He was very helpful, I made him help me with chores, and we cooked together, so it wasn’t quite a vacation for him.”

Shinsuke’s throat tightened as he struggled to find his words. Nervousness consumed him to the core. “I…” he stammered, his voice quivering, “may I… may I take you out? It’s just my way of saying thank you.” As he uttered the question, her eyes bore into his soul, intensifying his anxiety. In that moment, panic surged through him as if he had ventured beyond the acceptable boundaries. “Please,” he hastily added, fearing she might feel obligated, “don’t feel obligated – “

“How about a date?” She interjected, catching him off guard. His eyes widened in surprise as her words sank in. “Take me out on a date,” she added, her tone laced with anticipation.

Nervousness consumed him throughout the date, hindering his ability to relax and enjoy the date fully. However, a wave of relief washed over him when Y/n reached across the table and gently touched his hand, reassuring him with a playful remark, “relax, I won’t bite.”

He wanted nothing but her to bite him because he only wanted to devour her.

They had dinner and walked along the river, getting snacks.

As they conversed about their lives and aspirations, Shinsuke watched her gracefully twirl and walked along the ledge, seemingly at ease.

Her warmth and vibrant personality enveloped him, and with each passing moment, he found himself falling deeper in love with her. Finally, stepping up beside her, he extended his hand, inviting her to grasp it as they walked along the ledge together.

“Kita-san,” she called softly, brushing loose strands of hair behind her ear. Concern etched across her face as she gazed into his eyes. “Is something troubling you?”

Y/n towered over him, her height surpassing his by two heads, causing him to tilt his gaze upward to meet her eyes.

Throughout his life, he had always been forthright with others, never shying away from expressing himself. However, he faced a challenging dilemma in this particular moment: between maintaining his hidden emotions or finally revealing everything. The decision weighed heavily on his mind, causing a moment of uncertainty.

He let out a sigh, realizing that he had nothing left to lose except for her. However, he knew deep down within himself that everything he had been feeling up to now surely meant something. He couldn’t possibly be the only one feeling this way. He had to be honest with her. It was a necessity, a longing that couldn’t be ignored.

“I really like you.” He responded in a hushed tone. “You’re a young single woman while I’m a single parent dad with a six-year-old son,” he began, acknowledging the difference in their life stages. “Yet, despite that, I haven’t felt this certain about anything in a long time. He found out tonight that he was seven years older than her.

“I must confess, Ms. Y/n, that I am undeniably attracted to you,” he admitted, his voice tinged with sincerity. “I apologize if my previous actions seemed rude, but I’ve been doing my best to keep my distance from you, to suppress these feelings I have for you.” He paused, carefully considering his words. “I don’t want to presume that you share the same sentiment, but every gesture, every glance, every smile you give me, they only deepen my desire for you.” A small smile curve his lips, “I can’t help but want more and more.”

A weighty silence hung in the air, the only sound being the gentle rustling of Y/n’s hair dancing in the wind. She fixed her gaze upon him, eyes locked in a wordless exchange.

“You have so many options, while I… I am limited,” he admitted with a hint of vulnerability. He paused, reflecting on the conversation they had just shared. “Listening to you speak of your goals just now; made me realize that perhaps we might be on different pages.” A furrow formed between his brows as he held her gaze, trying to discern her thoughts within her silence. “I might be over my head saying this, but I want to be upfront with you.” He exhales softly, “if Shinnosuke and I aren’t long-term possibilities for you… please tell me now so I can release you from any obligations.”

She playfully waved her fingers, beckoning him to come closer. As soon as he was within reach, she lightly flicked his forehead, a mischievous smile on her face. “You’re so mean to doubt my sincerity,” she teased, leaning to kiss the spot she flicked. “I wouldn’t be right here with you if I didn’t have deep feelings for you, too, Shinsuke.”

Hearing his full name uttered by her made his heart skip a beat.

He stares at her, looking at her longingly until she reciprocates the words, “I like you. I really like you too.” He releases his breath; he cannot contain the smile on his face. “Can I kiss you?” she whispered, leaning closer to him already.

“Please,” he begged.

Still leaning over the ledge, she brushed her lips against his before moving her mouth into a deep kiss.

She was the first to pull away, inhaling to catch her breath.

Shinsuke’s face turns a shade of pink, feeling lightheaded and on cloud nine.

Y/n stepped down from the ledge, and Shinsuke made a move to take her hand again, this time intertwining their fingers.

“Shinsuke, I might be bold asking you this on our first date, but… do you want more kids?”

Her question caught him off guard, but he quickly answered, “of course I do. Do you want children?”

She glanced at him, a smile on her lips, and she nodded. “I do.”

He smirked, “how many?”

“Maybe… two or however many…” she glanced at him from the corner of her eyes, “my future husband wants.”

Shinsuke was flustered by this woman, arousing him in all ways.

Glancing at his watch, Shinsuke couldn’t help but wish that the night could stretch on indefinitely. However, he also wanted to be a gentleman and ensure she arrived home before 10 PM.

She was about to keep walking down the path when he halted her. “Y/n,” he called her name softly, “I don’t – I don’t want the night to end, but I want to be a gentleman and bring you home….”

“Then don’t…”

His brow raised at her question, “what?”

She stepped forward, staring at him, “don’t be a gentleman then.”

He let out a low groan, his throat constricting as he struggled to suppress the lump forming within. “Please… stop,” he managed to choke out.

She closed the distance between them, eliminating any space that could fit even a piece of paper. Her large, doe-like eyes locked onto his, causing his knees to weaken and his palms to grow sweaty, and cock to expand excitedly inside his trousers. Finally, she whispered, “what do you want, Shinsuke?”

They barely made it through her apartment doors when he pulled and tugged her clothes off.

“Bedroom,” he growled against her mouth, “please,” he begged seconds later. Trails of clothes led to her bedroom; he could barely spare a second to break away from her lips to pull his shirt over his head.

Her blouse and skirt were discarded by her ankle, and he pulled away to admire her. He reaches behind, unclasping the clips to her bra and letting it slide off her body. Then, with her white panties left, he released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. Then, he locked his gaze with her, searching for a reflection of the fiery, passionate emotions that consumed him.

He doesn’t realize he has been biting his lower lip until she reaches up to tug it free. “Shin…” She guides his right hand to her breast, and his large rough hands instantly palm the mound, kneading the soft tissue, earning himself a soft moan from her. “More,” she begged, pressing the other hand to the other side. “Touch me, please.”

Shinsuke kisses her hungrily while his hands massage, squeeze, and flicker the hardened nubs. Her tongue meets his eagerly, dancing and swirling with his.

He pulls away to tug his belt, undoing the buttons before letting his trousers drop to his ankles. Even in the dim light in her room, he could see the damp, dark spot where his cock was leaking.

She drops onto her knee before him, and his eyes widen before he can stop her; she pulls the waistband of his boxers, freeing his cock. She was mesmerized by how thick his girth and heavy his sacks hung.

It had been a long time for Shinsuke and having Y/n’s fixed gaze on him only excited him more.

“Y/n…” he breathed; whatever else he had to say went down the gutter as her lips enclosed around the thick bulbous head. He lets out several foul words as she takes as much of his cock into her mouth, her jaw expanding to fit the width of his cock.

Y/n slurped and suckled to the point that Shinsuke felt he would embarrass himself soon if he didn’t stop her.

She pulled back but not releasing him when he gripped her hallow cheeks gently, “enough… or else I won’t last.” He steps back, freeing his cock from her lips with a pop. “Please stand.”

She did, and it was his turn to get down on her knee to pull her remaining piece of clothing down her legs. He looks up at her with a soft smile, “please take a seat on your bed.” She follows his command, and he spreads her legs and swoops in between, licking along her slit to her small, hidden nub.

Shinsuke slips a finger inside her, slowly thrusting before adding two additional fingers. He wanted to stretch her out; he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable when he replaced his fingers with his cock.

He had always perceived himself to have an average-size physique down there until one day, his under-classmate, Miya Atsumu, announced it loud in clear to the entire volleyball team in the locker room.

“Holy shit, Kita-senpai!”

Shinsuke had left his towel on the bench by his locker and had no choice but to return after a quick rinse completely naked. Everyone was getting dressed and didn’t bother paying attention to him until Atsumu casually glanced over and then had to double look, eyes bulging as he stared at Shinsuke’s private area.

And like boys, they all compared their sizes amongst each other.

That day, Kita Shinsuke was not only the captain of the boys’ volleyball team but also the thickest down there.

“Shin,” Y/n whispered, “you… I want you.”

He sat up, fingers still buried and working within her as he leaned over and kissed her. “Need to prep you – I don’t want to hurt you.”

She reached for his cock; her small hand felt good around it; he couldn’t wait to feel what her walls felt like. “You won’t hurt me… I can take it…”

The innocent teacher he was smitten by is replaced by a teasing minx. “You sure?” He teased, “what if you cannot walk tomorrow?”

Her grip squeezed around his cock, “thank goodness tomorrow is the weekend then?” she leaned to peck his chin, “Shinsuke, fuck me, fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow….”

A low grumble escaped his throat before she was shifted onto the middle of the bed, he paused, and she sensed hesitancy. “I… don’t have a condom.”

“I don’t either.”

Shinsuke groaned as she unconsciously bit her lower lip. “I can pull out; do you trust me?”

She locked eyes with him, her gaze unwavering. “Shinsuke, if I didn’t trust you completely, you wouldn’t be here right now.”

He chuckled and kissed her quickly, “stop making me fall for you.” He whispered that and impaled her in a swift thrust. His forehead pressed against hers as neither could speak but only feel one other. He gave her a second to adjust and accommodate his size before she gave him the silent green light.

He gave light shallow thrusts until the pained expression became a pleasant expression.

Shinsuke needed to not only feel her deep inside but needed to press himself against her. He held his weight off her, but his chest pressed against her.

He threads his fingers through hers again, pinning her arms beside her head. He fastened his hips, thrusting deeper each time and feeling his heavy sacks ricochet against her ass.

God, he wanted to breed her.

The animal instinct in him just wanted to breed her over and over. Impregnate her so she will be stuck with him forever—he and Shinnosuke.

He was already pinning her down; all he had left to do now was cum inside her… forcing her to take his seed.

He would cum inside her over and over until she was overfilled to ensure his seed took place, and a baby… their baby is conceived.

But that would be for another time.

“Y/n…” he groaned, feeling ready to explode. It has been a very long time since he’s ejaculated. He needed to withdraw now in case his timing was off. “You feel so – “ his words are lost when he feels her legs wrap around his waist and arms around his neck. “Y/n – no… I’m – about to –“

As their bodies pressed together, her chest brushing against his, she locked eyes with him. Her gaze was filled with seductive allure, her eyes hooded and shimmering with a glossy sheen, “cum – cum inside Shin… cum inside me….”

“You –“ he tried to shake off her legs, but they only locked tighter, “you don’t know what you’re asking for…”

“Give me a baby, our baby….”

He quickly succumbed to the overwhelming pressure, causing him to crumble.

“As many as I want?” When she looked at him, slightly confused, “many as I want? Right? I’ll marry you, and you’ll give me as many babies as I want?” She did not need to answer him verbally; he felt her walls squeeze him repeatedly as her womb screamed Yes! Yes! Yes!.

He let go of her hands, hooked his arms underneath her legs, and hiked them over his shoulders. He mounted on her, bending her in half before pounding into her, “you’re mine, Y/n. Kita Y/n. Mine.”

He embraced her passionately, envisioning a future where they shared the same surname, and eagerly anticipated the joy of starting a family together.

“Y/n,” he let out a soft moan near her ear, his body quivering in a release as both their bodies trembled together.

“Shin,” Y/n whimpered, “how – how can you… too much…” She could barely lift a finger. However, Shinsuke has been going nonstop. Finally, after three rounds back-to-back, he wiped her down and laid beside her after truly making sure she would not be able to walk.

He has pushed her beyond her limits, bending and pushing her into positions she had never felt so vulnerable.

She lost count of how often they’d engaged in such intensive intimacy.

It was early morning when his husky voice woke her up, his hands grazing her sensitive body and shifting her so he could slide in easily.

It was in the moment when she blabbered, permitting him to cum inside of her.

She wouldn’t be surprised if she were pregnant after these sessions. She learned of Shinsuke’s breeding kink – cumming inside her with an excessive amount of cum that the both of them were a mess of body fluids.

He whispered lewd words into her ear, telling her how good she was at taking in all his seeds. He could not wait to marry and see her round with his baby… babies because he wanted a big family. He was a man of his word, ensuring she would be pregnant after he was done.

And he was nowhere to be done.

She lay flat on her front side; his grip on her waist had become numb as he pounded into her from behind.

Y/n busied herself with setting the table, briefly glancing up as Shinnosuke murmured something she couldn’t quite catch.

He finished setting the table with her when he came around to her side, tugging the apron she wore.

She crouched down to his eye level, “what’s wrong?”

He leaned in closer, his tiny hands cupping her ear as he whispered with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation, “can I… can I call you mommy?”

Y/n’s eyes widened with surprise as she gazed at him before responding, “do you want me to be your mommy?”

He nodded, his silver hair with dark tips fluttering, resembling his father’s. “I pray with granny every night, hoping you’ll become my mommy,” he confessed earnestly.

A month ago, Shinsuke and Y/n told Shinnosuke they were dating and seeing each other. Shinnosuke was overjoyed, sharing the information with all his friends and other school staff the next day.

Shinnosuke cherished the morning walks to school, gripping his dad’s and Ms. Y/n’s hands tightly. It filled him with a sense of warmth and belonging.

Y/n started to spend dinner with them and would head home after Shinnosuke went to bed. Then, of course, Shinsuke would take her home…

“Move in with me,” Shinsuke whispered; every night after their few rounds of lovemaking, he would ask the same question again.

As always, Y/n would answer softly, “soon.”

He would return home in the morning before Shinnosuke woke up.

Y/n gently ran her fingers through Shinnosuke’s hair, a tender expression of affection on her face. She adored the young boy, and in the brief period they had spent together, her heart had opened to this father and him. She had fallen in love with both of them deeply.

From the moment she first encountered Kita Shinnosuke, something about the boy inexplicably drew her in. As she inquired about his name and hobbies, his reserved yet bashful demeanor instantly sparked a connection within her.

“I like to garden with my dad.” He answered quietly, avoiding eye contact.

Every morning, she instinctively searched for him in her classroom, ensuring he was present. He was an intelligent and radiant student, and she cherished every moment with him. However, she couldn’t help but notice that his grandmother always picked him up after school while the other parents collected their children.

Y/n asked him one afternoon as she waited with him for his grandmother to show up. Shinnosuke was usually the last student picked up. “My dad is busy with the crops, so he doesn’t get home until after school; that is why my granny picks me up.”

Something deep within her urged her not to probe any further regarding his mother, as he seldom spoke about her.

It wasn’t until Mother’s Day that she organized an activity for all the students to create artwork to gift to their mothers. As the day drew to a close, she noticed Shinnosuke still seated at his desk, gazing at her. Concerned, she asked him, “Shinnosuke, why aren’t you getting ready to go home?” Then, she crouched down and inquired, “is everything all right?”

He nodded his head, a small smile on his face. “I have something to give you.”

Y/n raised a brow, “do you?”

He nodded his head again and pushed his artwork towards her. “Can I give this to you? I don’t have a mommy.”

Y/n’s heart ached for the boy. Everything suddenly made sense to her – why he rarely mentioned his mother.

By the grace of God, she met his father the next day.

And fell in love with him.

“What are you two whispering about?” Shinnosuke and Y/n spun around to find Shinsuke leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed and one leg over the other. His brow raised as he observed them. “Are you two planning something without me?”

Shinnosuke chewed his lower lip nervously. “I asked Ms. Y/n if I could call her mommy.”

Y/n shared glances between father and son, noting the striking similarity in their expressions. She has seen some photos of

“And what did Ms. Y/n say?”

The boy anxiously glanced at Y/n, awaiting her response.

Y/n reached out and gently took hold of his tiny hands, cradling them in her own. “Shinnosuke,” she said softly, “you can call me whatever you feel comfortable with. If you want to call me mommy, I would be honored.”

His hazel-green eyes welled up with tears, and he turned to glance at his dad as if seeking confirmation that he wasn’t the only one who heard it.

Y/n shifted her gaze to see Shinsuke approaching them. He crouched on one knee, stepped forward, and presented a small black velvet box. Then, with a heartfelt tone, he spoke, “Y/n, would you also be honored to be called my wife?”

“Please, mommy?” Shinnosuke pleaded, his eyes filled with anticipation, mirroring his dad’s hopeful expression.

“Will you marry me, Y/n? And join us here, with Shinnosuke, granny, and me?” Shinsuke’s quivered with emotion, but he pressed on, his eyes locked with hers. “Together, we can create the family we’ve always dreamed of and build a life together as partners.”

Y/n’s voice caught in her throat as tears streamed down her face, struggling to regain composure. She hastily wiped away the cascading tears, desperately seeking an explanation. “Did you two… plan this?” she choked out.

In a striking display of synchronicity, the father and son exchanged lopsided grins before responding, “yes.”

A soft sniffle escaped her as she gathered herself, her voice filled with emotion. “Yes,” she replied, her eyes glistening with tears, “I would be deeply honored to be your wife, Kita Shinsuke.”

Shinsuke exhaled deeply, a sense of relief washing over him as he reached into the box and retrieved the ring. Sliding it onto her finger gently, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her hand. Then, without hesitation, he pulled her into a warm, embracing hug, his voice filled with sincerity. “I love you, Kita Y/n.” Finally, he gently released his embrace on her and extended his arms to welcome his son into the fold. “We’re a family now,” he murmured, voice filled with warmth and joy.

Life immediately changed in the Kita household.

Y/n and Shinsuke were married quickly in a small and intimate gathering; they exchanged heartfelt vows, surrounded by those who witnessed their profound commitment and their undeniable love for each other.

Neither could believe that a year had elapsed in such a short time.

As summer arrived and the children enjoyed their break from school, Y/n began to notice the subtle changes in her body. After confirming her suspicions, she felt a mix of excitement and anticipation. Finally, the time had come to share the joyous news with her husband, letting him know she was finally pregnant.

Shinsuke couldn’t help but feel and act surprised and delighted as Y/n shared her news, even though he had already suspected it for some time. The unmistakable pregnancy glow, her fatigue, and the increased sensitivity during their lovemaking had all been telltale signs. Deep down, he had known all along, but hearing her confirm it brought him a renewed sense of joy and anticipation.

The physical changes to her body had become more apparent, making it difficult to conceal the news longer. Y/n leaned close to Shinsuke, her voice barely above a whisper, filled with excitement. “Shinsuke,” she breathed, her eyes sparkling, “we’re having twins.”

And he couldn’t have expected anything less. A wide smile spread across his face as he embraced Y/n, his heart brimming with joy and excitement for the blessing of twins.

. . .

E/n: To be clear, we know between the Inarizaki boys... Aran is probably the longest... I hope you enjoy my version of Shinsuke - in my head, he is definitely the top HQ character with the biggest breeding kink.

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slut4msby · 4 months

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the atsumu hny was super cute !!! loved It sm !! I hope you had an amazing new year's celebration!! was jus wondering if you could write something w samu or maybe Kita Shinsuke (24) rice farmer ? btw inarizaki #1 forever 💯

high school sweethearts. kita shinsuke x fem!reader

+ tags & warnings; fluff for a change of scenery & reader has a kid

+ a/n; I READ THIS AND WENT INSANE OMG I COULD TALK ABT KITA SHINSUKE (24) RICE FARMER FOR EVER. Fun little piece of lea slut4msby lore, when I first watched season 4 I had not read the manga yet and when Kita first came on screen i went insane. Also Kita and I are legally married?? My friends through a fake wedding for me because I was so in love with this man. And pls keep the Inarizaki reqs/asks/anything coming bc i am INSANE about inarizaki (i am normal i swear) <3

You couldn’t help peer out the window of your shared home with your husband. He was outside with your 5 year old son, playing some volleyball. Your son had never taken a liking to sports until your husband began cleaning out his old stuff, stumbling upon his jersey from his high school years. He would never admit and you would never bring it up but he did get emotional looking back at these days.The days where he led one of the greatest teams, not on the main roster, but he was still aware of the impact he had on the boys. He wasn’t the worst player but nothing notable, however Shinsuke had the power to put anyone at ease and you loved that about him.

Shinsuke never showed much self-confidence when the two of you had met in your first year. It’s not that he didn't have the confidence he just never felt the need to show it, and you appreciated that about him. You appreciate how no matter what Shinsuke was straight the point, you appreciated his need for routine, which has really helped your home life. You appreciate how he loves, how he cares for others. Kita Shinsuke was the perfect man.

However, despite how lucky you feel to have Shinsuke in your life. He feels even more lucky for you, he knows you are his soulmate from the day he met you in the first year. He felt as if all the work he had ever done paid off, he felt like the luckiest man in the world. At the beginning it was just a hallway class, the girl from class 1-6. Having your classes next to each other & both being in advanced classes meant the both of you would have recurring meetings. The next thing he knows, Aran had recruited you as the volleyball clubs manager as the team wouldn’t shut up about not having one. Shinsuke then began spending everyday with you, which turned to every waking second he was with you whenever he could be. He was your best friend, right?

That’s what you had thought. You would have never admitted your crush on Kita that began growing. However his admiration for you began sprouting. He loved the way you smiled, how you got along with everyone, took care of yourself and others, how you tie your shoelaces, how you set out your notebook, how you played with your hair when you were nervous and how you didn’t seem to fear anything. Unlike him. Kita had put his feelings behind him, until he decided it was now or never, graduation. It was cliche, Shinsuke knew that. He had gotten you a bouquet of flowers, you had mentioned your favourite flowers in a passing conversation the second week of the second year. A useless piece of information, Shinsuke remembered that. Why wouldn’t he? He loved you. That day to Kita’s surprise, you said yes. You agreed to be his girlfriend.

Now, almost 10 years later. Shinsuke was your husband. Those flowers he had given you on graduation day you had pressed, they stayed on display in your kitchen, as well as a photo of you and Shinsuke the day your son was born. Now Shinsuke spent his days as a rice farmer instead of a volleyball player. However seeing him playing with your son reminded you of the man you fell in love with.

You snapped out of a trance when your son called out to you, “Mum! Look! Dad taught me how to play volleyball like he used to.” You couldn’t help but smile, “He said I was really

good! Mum, can I start playing volleyball! I wanna be like dad!.”

You turn towards Shinsuke, he looked so amused at the scenario. You jokingly roll your eyes at him, “of course you can baby!” You said planting a kiss on your son's forehead. “How about for now you and daddy go get cleaned up?”

“Okay!” Your son responds with a toothy smile, before your son begins pulling your husband down the hallway.

You felt like the luckiest woman alive.

©slut4msby

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t4kalcvr · 10 months

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BEHIND THE PHONE — s. kita smau

PAIRING : shinsuke kita x fem reader

SYNOPSIS : After bumping into a familiar rising social media star, the elite 4 try to confirm her true identity, also discovering in the process that a little oreo haired friend seems to have caught his first crush. This suddenly took a turn from identifying her to setting them up. Who knew that Suna was connected to her the whole time? Cause he didn’t.

GENRE : SMAU, crack ??, fluff, angsty if you squint

FEATURING : ( inarizaki ) suna + miya twins + kita, ( karasuno ) daichi !!

WARNINGS : none.

STATUS : ongoing

TAGLIST ( OPEN )

PROFILES takes 3 to spill the tea | elite 4

CHAPTERS

01 — Oh lawd.

02 — Captains talk!

03 — Karasuno Guy?

04 — THE RIGHT THING…?

05 — Unbekiable.

06 — We will never speak of this.

07 — Who even are you?

08 — The Talk.

09 — I can hear the tears.

10 — Please come over.

↳ extra : luna is my 4lifer

11 — THIS BITCH TOOK MY CAR.

12 — I think I just combusted.

13 — mom i want this one

↳ part 2 :

↳ part 3 :

14 —

15 —

…indeterminate

bookshelf

Tag list 🏷️ :: @idkanymorebuthere @iamapotat @midnightemy35 @alienvarmint @cillshot @sukunasrealgf @lycheesuwa @zenilili @kurenix @tkooooop @k0z3me @universal-s1ut @mistcloud2

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sakusafilm · 2 years

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This fic of yours is so good! Even though i hate kiyoomi for being such a bastrd😣 i feel like i can relate to the reader so much! The reader really deserve better! Not only she is failing but her boyfriend doesn't love her anymore and cheating on her😭 i really can't imagine how hurt is that😭 did u plan on writing a part 2? Kinda wish he's regretting or begging her to come back tho:')

Anyway, welcome to tumblr!:)

was really thinking of doing a part 2 !! so here it is. hope u like it 🍰

in which kiyoomi sakusa begs for you to come back.

sakusa x fem!reader, kita x fem!reader, angst, they fought and like punched each other, mentions of bokutitties LMAO

part 1

nine years.

you spent nine years of your life with kiyoomi sakusa, just to fall apart.

you always believed that people, indeed, just come and go. some of them will be just seasonal. your high school friends, your college friends. for some reason, you lost a lot of connections through the years. and it's not like someone's at fault, it just happened. because, well, people come and go.

but with kiyoomi, you never expected it to happen.

you were so sure that he is someone that you will spend the rest of your days with. you were so sure that he will marry you someday. you were so sure that he is a permanent one. he wasn't just a boyfriend or a partner, he was your bestfriend. so you never expected it.

although you knew that falling out of love hurts, it was the betrayal that is killing you. because falling out love isn't inevitable, but betraying you... like he never loved you... is beyond all of this. it's his choice.

after leaving sakusa's apartment, you moved to a smaller one near the hospital where you're working. you had nothing but some personal things that you tried to fit into your one and only luggage. but that's fine, you know you won't be staying at home much. the plan is to tire yourself out until you pass out.

you chuckle at your own self-destructing thoughts. you want to pass out and find out what hurts more, slamming your butt against the floor or kiyoomi's words. ah, you're going crazy for real.

for the next three months, that's what you did. work your ass off, volunteer doing the things you don't have to do so that you'll have an excuse to stay in the hospital. you basically lived there and if it weren't for some upperclassmen who nagged you, you really won't go home.

your review for the next licensure exams did not stop while brainstorming about your next individual dissertation. and you love tiring yourself out for things like this. you prefer this than think about kiyoomi again.

“sakusa kiyoomi for the first service ace of the game! nasty as always!”

today is different.

you can't escape him and his famous ass today. everyone, like literally everyone, is talking about the next match between adlers and black jackals. this is a highly anticipated match—so every phone, laptop and television around the hospital is on it.

after the adlers lost to jackals a few months ago, this is the most awaited revenge.

you're scribbling random notes in the quarters as your colleagues cannot contain their excitement towards the game. some are throwing awkward looks at you. they know your relationship with kiyoomi, and even if you didn't talk, it's obvious that you're over because of the continuous dating articles about him for the previous months. your colleagues never asked why, but they are hardly trying to be sensitive towards what you feel. you appreciate that, but they don't really have to.

you really understand how kiyoomi is famous and you cannot avoid him all the time so when their stares became too bothering, you looked at them, “just enjoy the game, guys. stop staring.”

“s-sorry, doctor!” someone said, “we just—”

“it doesn't matter to me, so please don't mind me and just enjoy watching.” you chuckled at them.

it's a lie, ofcourse. it does matter to you.

and even if you understand that kiyoomi is famous and all that shit, it still hurts. just hearing his name hurts. hearing and realizing that he's been doing so well hurts. because... why are you the only one miserable? why does it seem like you're the only one who got hurt? he continued in winning, being admired, being loved.

it felt unfair.

“bokuto caught the ball with his titties again!” they laughed, “he's literally my favorite, god! i'm starting to think that he's actually practicing that move in training!”

“better put that chest to use.”

you wanted to laugh and watch with them about the game like you used to. but you cannot endure seeing kiyoomi again even for a second because even after six months since that day, no progress has been made.

even if you work until you pass out, or read and try to retain information in your head—you still remember him. you still love him. and who can blame you? god, you fucking spent almost half of your life with that man. you grew up with him. you showed him parts of you that you can never show to other people. you believed him, you know. genuinely.

“seems like msby will win again.”

you wanted adlers to make msby eat dust this time out of bitterness, but that's not happening at all. seems like everyone in msby trained so hard for this match. atsumu miya is on fire with his sets, shoyo hinata showed new moves, kotarou bokuto can even joke and play around, and kiyoomi sakusa isn't being playing around with his spikes. he has always been so competitive with volleyball but today, there's something different about him. like... he's mad and going insane at the same time.

seems like you have to wait for another game before it's msby's outside hitter 15's turn to eat some shit.

kiyoomi scored so much with his spikes in the game. if it was an official game, he probably became the mvp. in the locker room, atsumu glanced at sakusa who's been staring at the floor too much. bokuto hummed as he tries to read the mood of the room and shoyo made face, trying to make him shut up.

“stop staring,” sakusa, as always, has some great intuitions. everyone knows that. that's why it's a riddle for the three boys why he did what he... just did. to be frank, they are annoyed by it. especially atsumu. he knows how much you love his moody teammate, he watched how much you supported him from the sidelines.

“you were on edge the whole game,” miya commented, “it was a nice game but you have to know that being angry disrupts a lot in the system we built during practice.”

“i...” sakusa tried to search for words, “i'm just a little fired up earlier.”

“you're not fired up, omi.” miya says, “you're so mad, you're trying to ease the anger in you.”

“shut the fuck up. are you a therapist?” sakusa scoffs.

“it's so obvious.” atsumu answers, “you fucked up real bad. hope you know that.” kiyoomi looks at him, “and no, i'm not talking about the game.”

he knows. he fucking knows.

forgetting kiyoomi sakusa is the hardest thing you ever tried to do your whole life. the memories are following you around. taunting and haunting, like those dreamlike days suddenly became a nightmare.

you know exactly what you need to do: move on. there's no other way but to move forward. you cannot let sakusa have the luxury to ruin more things for you. you deserve better than mopping around for a man who left you first.

so after a year, you started meeting new people. a lot of colleagues tried to set you up with a date with their friends. you agreed, ofcourse. you're single, a professional, beautiful. you can definitely agree to it. and these dates reminded you how huge it is out there.

it was fun and amusing to see men try so hard to please you with what they have. one time, you had a date with this lawyer who just talked about the cases he loved handling. it's pretty interesting for you. a lot of them are really interesting. but not consistent.

“you better have fun, dr. __!” dr. uchinaga has been nagging you to meet his nephew for a lot of times already. he waited until you finally agreed, “my nephew is a gentleman. very responsible and smart. i really think that this will work out.”

he's a senior doctor in the hospital and you couldn't reject it, but to be honest, it's making you curious too. he's been sweet talking about his handsome and responsible nephew for months now, and even told you that the man likes you too. at last, it's happening.

this one felt different. you don't know why but this makes you nervous.

you arrived at the restaurant five minutes early from the time that dr. uchinaga told you. it's a michelin five star restaurant in the middle of tokyo, very famous to tourists because of their traditional japanese food.

“uh, a reservation under dr. uchinaga—”

“a reservation under dr. uchinaga—” you looked at the man who spoke in unison with you.

“kita shinsuke.” you almost choked on air. you blinked, couldn't believe the gray-haired man infront of you. your lips parted as you stare at him.

“i think we should be together tonight.” he uttered with the same confidence you remember from years ago.

no way. yes way.

you're dumbfounded as you stare at kita shinsuke but when you managed to offer his arms to you, you mindlessly took it and walked with him inside the restaurant. this is a joke, right? kita shinsuke? the kita shinsuke? inarizaki's former captain? your high school crush?

he is your date tonight?

your heart is racing. something about seeing shinsuke again after years is making you excited. god, you were head over heels for him before you met your damned ex. back then, everyone's gushing over the top five aces of japan or the miya twins, and then there's you admiring shinsuke from afar.

you admired the calmness in him. you admired his precise words. there's nothing extraordinary about his plays but no one can beat him in the mindset department. he is not just book smart, he is wise. especially if compared to teenagers back then.

“do you—”

shinsuke chuckled, “you first.”

you chuckled too, “oh, i was just going to ask if you remember me but then i remembered that it has been like... ten years? so... this is probably a coincidence...”

“oh, not really.” he answered. your lips parted. your face doesn't show it much, but disbelief is crawling under your skin. but, he doesn't know you. or atleast he didn't care about his admirers back then.

“my uncle showed me a picture of his favorite junior. i wouldn't agree to this if i don't know you,” he says, you figured that out, hell! that's just so him, “so yes, i remember you. and i bet you... still remember me?”

“i do!” you quickly told him. damn, how could you forget? you remembered travelling to hyogo just to watch their final match. you brought a banner you did to cheer for him. you were such a fangirl back then, “i do... remember you. i mean— i—”

he chuckled, “let's not talk about high school if that makes you awkward.”

shinsuke made sure that you are comfortable with him throughout the dinner. he is true to his words. he did not ask about high school and kept asking about work. you decided that it would be fun to go to skytree after dinner and he agreed.

you already know this since high school but kita is different.

all this time, you talked to people who wanted to impress you. you never felt that with him. is it because he's confident enough? you're not sure, but you feel like it's deep rooted to the fact that if this ends, it won't be his lost, but yours. dr. uchinaga is right, he has a very responsible and amazing nephew.

“if you don't mind me asking...” he said, “you're not with—”

you looked at him, “i am not with him anymore. yes.” you looked at the view from the skytree.

lo and behold, japan's night lights.

“i think i won't be here with you if i have a boyfriend...” you chuckled.

“right.” he chuckled back, “it's rude to say good to hear, right?”

“yes, that's rude, kita.” you laughed.

the drive home was fun. shinsuke insisted to drive you. he talked about the farm and how he just went to tokyo again for a little vacation. he's staying in the suburbs, loving his best life quietly. and you can't stop yourself from answering, “that's so you.”

it's embarassing. it's as if you know so much about him!

“you know me well,” he commented, “what else do you know about me?”

he gave you a small smirk, you chuckled, “oh, i know a lot. like the way you watch your teammates whenever they are in game like a fox. or the way you clean the comfort room in inarizaki—”

he suddenly laughed, “alright, alright. you were such a fangirl back then. to be honest, the cheering doesn't matter to me.”

oh, you know.

“but when you started not showing up in games, it kinda felt dull.” you were stunned, “so if you ask me if i remember you, i do. you are loud everytime we are in a match and i don't have a lot of supporters back then compared to the miyas, so... kind of hard to forget, honestly...”

“thought you were annoyed by those cheers.” you told him.

“i didn't mind. that's all.” he answered you.

when you and kiyoomi started dating each other, ofcourse, you stopped supporting and going to kita's games. but now that you're out here, hearing what he thinks of you years ago, you cannot help but ask yourself: what if you rejected sakusa? what if you continued supporting shinsuke?

“i can go home from here.” you told him when you saw the convenience store near your apartment. he stopped the car slowly, “thank you for today. i had so much fun.”

“me too.” he smiled, “i'll go home to hyogo tomorrow but will be back for the weekend again. would you like to... uhm...”

“see each other again?” you asked him, “i don't mind, if it's not a bother to you.”

“it's not.” he immediately told you, “i would love to know more about you.”

your stomach felt heavy the moment you stepped out of the car. you waited for kita to drive away first before you started walking home.

the thought of being back in the first stage of getting to know someone makes you feel... angry. kiyoomi actually wasted your time. the years you spent together. and now, you don't fucking know you can actually do this again because the fear of shinsuke dropping you once you invested everything to him is inevitable. it's already rooted in your trauma.

if a man who was with you for nine years can do that, what more for a man that you just met again today?

you sighed at yourself. you have to stop thinking for a moment. it will be okay. kita is so different from kiyoomi. and besides, he's just trying to get to know you. it's not like you'll enter a relationship immediately with him.

“__,” you stopped walking. your heart stopped. your hands became cold as you slowly face the man who called your name.

in a black hoodie, black ballcap and black facemask. lean and tall with his curly hair, after a year of trying to build these walls against him, you realized how you haven't made any progress at all. sakusa kiyoomi stands across from you, the only thing you can see are his eyes.

the lamppost where he's leaning is lighting his face up.

“sakusa.” saying his name again has a bitter aftertaste.

“can we talk?”

“we have nothing to talk about, kiyoomi.” you firmly told him, “leave.”

“just tonight, just... hear me out... baby—”

”do not!” you exclaimed, tears threatening to fall, “do not fucking call me that... do not fucking come here like it's my fault that i don't want to talk to you... do not fucking come here like i should listen to you! because i don't! i owe you nothing!”

”ofcourse... ofcourse, baby...” he removed his mask and took a step closer. you took a step backward and looked at him again.

“it's been a year, sakusa. just leave,”

“it's all my fault. i know.” he says, “i have no excuses. i did it. i kissed another woman. i betrayed you. i ruined everything. i ruined us. i could rest but i chose to do the shittiest thing that i could ever do to you. i wasted everything. it took me a while, but i know that now.”

“and what do you want me to do? take you back like nothing happened?” you remarked, “i am not a pushover, sakusa. i you genuinely loved me, you will never do that... you will never even think of it... but you still did...”

you turned your back from him.

“i miss you so much,” god, he's so cruel. he's a fucking asshole for doing this to you. and you can't allow this. you can't be tamed by this, you can't forgive him so easily, “i am stupid and foolish. but i still love you, __. i just want to tell you this, i just want you to know. you don't have to tell me anything. but when i told you, back then, that i don't love you anymore... it was my pride talking for me...”

you still love him too. but if there's one thing you learned from all of this: it's love being not enough. it's not enough to make you stay. it's not enough to forgive. because you can be angry to those who you love, and that's okay. those feelings are messy and confusing, but they are valid.

“it's over, sakusa.” you said, stopping yourself from tearing up in front of him before finally walking inside the apartment.

but for kiyoomi sakusa, it's not yet over.

after that night, he constantly sent you gifts at home and at the hospital. it varies from flowers to chocolates to snacks to coffees and everything he knows that you love. sometimes, he would wait infront of the lamppost again but you won't stop walking and you won't give him even an ounce of attention, leaving him in emptiness.

on the other hand, shinsuke has been so consistent too. video calls on your free time, dates on your day offs. he would travel from hyogo to tokyo consistently to be with you. he's making you try new things— that secret starbucks recipe, the pink tulips that you hated before, the dark chocolate that you never tried because you were so inlove with the milk chocolate.

“thanks for today, uh,” you stopped tracking of the dates you had with kita already, “do you want to go to my apartment? it's just, uhm, you told me that you want to see this new netflix movie and i also want to—”

“i'd love to.” he smiled at you, “don't be nervous, it's just me.”

you smiled back at him. it's been five months. for others, it may seem fast. but for you, it's already slow enough. shinsuke has been so considerate enough.

he held your hand as the both of you walk to your apartment. it's still early and you're so sure that kiyoomi won't be waiting outside. you're so sure— until you saw his figure waiting. your eyebrows furrowed and you stopped walking. shinsuke looked at you.

kiyoomi is standing there, holding a huge bouquet of red roses. immediately, kita figured it out, “think i have to go—”

“no you don't,” you looked at him, “please don't go,”

he looks at you and slowly nodded, holding your hand tightly as you walk with him. sakusa stands up properly, looking at you and the faux haired boy holding your hand tightly. the bouquet fell on the dust. regret, anger and pain crawling in kiyoomi's system. sakusa knows kita shinsuke, your crush. before him, there's kita.

“__,” sakusa called your name.

kita stares at him.

“please leave, sakusa,” you said, “you see, i don't have the time to talk to you or to even treat you like a guest. just... leave...”

your eyes met his and slowly, a pang of guilt and pain went through your system. these days, you've been thinking why that sensation of guilt and pain has been washing through you whenever you look at him, despite being angry. despite of everything he did.

is it love? you don't think so.

or maybe it is? you're unsure.

because if it's love, maybe it's the love you had with him back then. the love he wasted. the love he discarded like trash for temporary pleasure. and maybe, you will keep hurting for him, for the both of you, because you will continue to grieve for the lost chances. you will keep hurting for each other and think about your what could've beens. you will keep grieving for the memories and the photographs you shared. you will keep hurting for what hurts because you're human.

but it doesn't mean that you'll want him back.

slowly, kiyoomi bended his knees. kita's eyes widened, and yours too. he kneeled in front of you. his pants being dirtied by the dust on the ground. like a bouquet of flower losing his it's life, sakusa kiyoomi is begging you to come back to him. right now. in front of shinsuke.

“stand—”

“you jerk!” shinsuke took his collar and gave him a strong punch, “stop making her feel guilty! stop bothering someone who is doing everyone to forget about you! you wanted this! you ended things! you—”

”kita,” you calmly called his name, “please stop.”

shinsuke calmed down with that, moving away from kiyoomi and going behind you. he got too carried away, and now he's letting you handle this on your own.

“go home, omi.” after so long, he finally heard you call him by his nickname again. making him tear up.

“i don't know what's home anymore,” he whispered, just enough for you to hear.

“then build one again.” you answered, “nurture one again. start over again. because omi, this isn't home anymore.”

“is that what you tried to do?” he asked.

you nodded at him, “i changed the way i drink my coffee. i changed my favorite flowers. i really don't have to, but it helps. it helps a lot. i changed my routine. i built a home from nothing when you left me. and if i could do it, you could do it too.”

“baby—”

“kiyoomi, forgive yourself. we are just meant to fall apart.” you whispered.

“i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry,” he said.

“you were amazing and painful to love. you brought me feelings that i never thought i could feel. and the past nine years of my life has been such a rollercoaster ride. i am still thankful to you, for taking care of me, for loving me, for enduring me. so please go home... go home and rest... because you can't keep doing this anymore...” you said.

silence embraced the three of you. the wind is almost whistling to your ear. your heart is racing as you grasp kita's hand.

kiyoomi slowly nodded and looked at you, “are you happy? genuinely,”

you nodded at him.

sakusa looks at you tonight like he will always love you. and you remember him back then, being so in love with you. tears started falling through your cheeks.

it's over.

kita shinsuke is inlove with you.

so when you started not going to his matches, it started being so dull for him. the annoying, loud girl is not cheering for him anymore. he never envied the attention that the miya twins has been getting but it sure as hell good to hear someone shouting his name from the audience.

you found out that you're dating sakusa kiyoomi in social media. he knows that it's you, because you have that smile in your pictures with him. and then he thought, right, she's from itachiyama. it's even a riddle for him how you managed to travel to hyogo everytime he has game. but he shouldn't be thinking about that now, because he will never see you again.

until it's not what happened and he managed to see you again. for a date. does that mean that you broke up with kiyoomi sakusa? after all those years?

when he confirmed it, he couldn't let go of the opportunity. he doesn't care if he travels from tokyo to hyogo every single day, that's what you did for him in high school, anyway. he will answer your call in a blink of an eye, hear your rants about that toxic colleague that makes it hard for you to work.

“shin!” tears filled your eyes as you hugged your boyfriend of two years, “i can finally have my second specialization!”

your dreams, your aspirations, your hard work. he loved every bit of it. he loves hearing about it.

“ah, i'm so proud of you,” shinsuke chuckled to your ears, “marry me.”

you chuckled, “i will. next week, right?”

finally.

you realized that time was never a factor. it is not a hindrance if we don't let it be one. a nine year relationship could fail and a two year relationship could be your happy ending, you will never know.

there's only one thing you know, though.

you and shinsuke... you love each other.

#kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu!!#sakusa x reader #sakusa x you #msby sakusa #sakusa fluff #sakusa angst #kita shinsuke #kita x reader #kita fluff

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sassycheesecake · 11 months

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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.”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

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natriae · 2 years

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AND GUESS WHAT i eat it up everytime

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fluff #osamu miya #osamu headcanons #miya osamu imagine #osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader fluff #inarizaki x reader #haikyuu inarizaki #suna rintaro #atsumu miya #haikyuu angst #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #shinsuke kita #osamu fluff

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rinstagrams · 1 year

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sweet nothing. kita shinsuke x reader. inspired by "sweet nothing" by taylor swift.

they say the end is coming, everyone’s up to something i find myself running home to your sweet nothing. outside they’re push and shoving, you’re in the kitchen humming all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing.

the rain is gathering on your shoulders as you step inside the house, shaking the water off your umbrella before sticking it into its holder by the front door. a sigh, heavy with exhaustion, leaves your lips as you slip off your shoes after a long day at work. “i’m home,” you say into the silence.

there’s no verbal reply, but you’re greeted into the house by a warm light and the smell of something delicious. “shin?” you say softly, your stomach growling at the smell wafting through the air. it’s coming from the kitchen, you deduce as you make your way over.

you find your husband there, back to you as he works at the stove.

a smile spreads across your face like butter.

there’s a song playing from his phone on the counter, you realize. he must not have heard you come in. it’s low, but you can hear the sound of humming from his closed mouth, probably spread into a smile as he cooks. though you’d usually have your arms wrapped around his waist by now, you lean against the wall and watch with a small smile. all the exhaustion and irritation you'd felt from work just a minute earlier fades away.

you never thought you’d ever want this, let alone have it. a small house on the farm, which your husband cares for while you’re at work. coming home to him after a long day. such a life seemed so simple, so mundane to you as a teenager, but now you realize that it’s everything you could ever ask for. shinsuke, you know, is all that you need. nothing else.

“oh—you’re home.” your husband turns on his heel and you chuckle at the fluffy pink apron he has on. at the sight of him opening his arms, you immediately rush into them and find yourself pressed flush against his familiar chest. “you made my favorite,” your voice mushes against his shirt.

“‘course. your favorite meal for my favorite girl.”

“mmm,” you hum. “i love you, shin.”

there’s a kiss pressed to the top of your head. “i love ya too, sweetheart.”

finally, you’re home.

#kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #kita fluff #kita x reader #haikyuu angst #kita shinsuke #haikyuu #kita #oh to come home to kita every day #i'm just in a kita + taylor swift mood today i guess #i wanted to to write to sweet nothing so badly and the only person that fit in my mind was the man shinsuke of course

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inariizaki · 1 year

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WAIT , WHAT ? — SHINSUKE K.

tags : fluff , angst ?? , mentions of alcohol , aged up!kita shinsuke.

notes : watch me make my haikyū debut lmao, also kita 🫶🫶 this is the first time i ever wrote for him so he's probably ooc ?? anw

you had an argument with kita recently. normally, you both would work it out, but today wasn't the case.

and now, you're here, sitting on the couch, while watching the clock.

kita left the house at 9:00 pm, and now, it's already 11:00 pm and he still isn't home, which made you worry.

‘ where could he be? ’ was repeating on your mind like a loop. you were very worried about your husband, you just wish he isn't doing something stupid.

11:05 pm. no kita.

you sighed. as minutes pass by, you were getting fidgety. you wanted to cry so much, but tears wouldn't come out.

sleep hasn't been getting into you, thankfully. you could still wait for kita. for your kita.

another sigh escaped your lips, does kita even realize that he's making you worry? did it ever cross his mind?

11:10 pm. no kita.

you were pacing back and forth in the living room. making theories in your head about where and how is kita doing.

you run your hands to your hair aggressively. which what kita hates so much when you're frustrated.

11:15 pm. still no kita.

it's almost 11:20 pm, and he still isn't here. your palms were sweating like crazy. you've tried calming yourself down, but it didn't lessen your nervousness.

you jumped as you heard your phone ring, but you thought, it could be kita.

you answer it without even hesitating, “ uh, hello? [name] [lastname] speaking. ”

kita. kita. kita. kita. shinsuke kita. please answer.

“ oh! [name]! good to hear that you're still awake. it's me, tsumu. ” atsumu replied.

“ well, actually, i was waiting for kita to come home. he left at 9:00 pm today, but it has been 11:00 pm and he still hasn't come back. are you perhaps with him? ” you ask.

“ speaking of captain, he's with us. and you don't have to worry. we're returning him back right now. we're heading to your place. ” atsumu said in a reassuring tone, which made the uneasy feeling go away.

you hum in confusion, “ wait, i'm confused, did something happened? ”

atsumu giggles, ” well, captain was drunk, so we wanted to take him home. since we didn't your worries to take over you. ”

“ thankyou so much. atsumu. ” you thank him.

“ yer welcome! ” atsumu says before hanging up.

you lay your back in the sofa, finally relaxing.

a few minutes later, you heard someone was knocking on the door. which made you think that it could be atsumu.

you open the door, just to see the miya twins, and kita's old teammates infront of you. kita was being assisted by atsumu, since he was very drunk.

you chuckled, “ maybe he enjoyed himself too much. ”

you hug kita from the back, preventing him not to fall. atsumu laughed at the sight of their old captain.

“ well, gotta go, [name]. and also, sorry for returning kita very very late. ” atsumu says with an apologetic smile.

you shake your head. “ oh, no problem. thank you again, atsumu. ”

as atsumu closed the door, you sighed in relief.

you drag kita in the living room. he smelt like alcohol, but you could careless.

you lay him on the sofa softly. you were about to undress kita, but he suddenly slapped your hands away.

maybe he was still upset about what happened. you thought.

“ please stop touching me, i have a girlfriend. ” kita says, which made you crack.

you try to undress him again, but the same thing happened again.

kita groans, “ please stop. she might think i'm cheating on her.. ”

you sigh, “ i'm your girlfriend, idiot. go change clothes, you smell bad. ”

kita whines, “ love, i'm sorry about what happened recently~ ”

“ you're already forgiven. just don't go out and come back home very late! ” you scold him, which made kita laugh.

“ yes, ma'am. ”

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❛𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧❜ 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

A series of Haikyuu one shots inspired by Taylor Swift songs.

All of them are angst I will not be writing part 2's or follow ups for any of them and the endings are all sad for reader because its kind of boring writing a happy one If it says '???' in the character list slot, request a character pls lol FEM (AFAB) reader x Various Haikyuu Characters

List

𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭

Tsukishima Kei - Should've said no

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐍𝐨𝐰

Miya Atsumu - Speak Now

Iwaizumi Hajime - Back to December

𝐑𝐞𝐝

Kuroo Tetsurou - All Too Well

Suna Rintarou - I Almost Do

𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟗

𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Miya Osamu - Getaway Car

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐥𝐨��𝐞

Suna Rintarou - Cardigan

Oikawa Tooru - August

Remake Oikawa Tooru Oikawa - August

Kita Shinsuke - The 1

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

Tsukishima Kei - right where you left me

𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Sakusa Kiyoomi - You're Losing Me

Miya Atsumu - High infidelity

Requests

??? - Red

??? - The way I loved you

??? - Exile

??? - Champagne Problems

??? - Foolish One

??? - Tolerate it

??? - Mr. Perfectly Fine

??? - Illicit Affairs

??? - Enchanted

??? - Babe

??? - Betty

Spotify Playlist

#haikyuu one shot #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #kiyoomi sakusa #suna rintaro #suna rintarou #oikawa tooru #atsumu miya #tsukishima kei #kita shinsuke #osamu miya

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doingitforbokuto · 4 months

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The White Knight - Chapter Three

-> KNIGHT!KITA SHINSUKE X PRINCESS!READER

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Summary: The weight on your shoulders is starting to weigh on you - and isn't it a knight's duty to help in in whichever way he can? Isn't it normal for him to want to be close to you? So he can help you, of course. No other reason.

Words: 3,117

Warnings: reader having a panic attack

Your Point Of View

“Well, it certainly does sound like he.. cares about you.” Alysane wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively as she shoved another bite of cake into her mouth. You two finally had an opportunity to talk without being worried that Kita might hear you.

You were currently attending a small gathering your father had called together in the royal gardens. Your knight was standing a bit aside, giving you a respectful distance to talk to your friend. The chatter of the people around you made it so that you were sure he wouldn't be able to make our what you were talking about, so you had decided to tell the Lady what had happened between the two of you (you left out the details of your little breakdown, though). While you thought that he had just been trying to be nice and helpful, as a knight should always be, she seemed to be thinking of a different motivation behind his actions.

You leaned in and smiled at her. “Just because some knights are interested in some of the women at court, doesn't mean that he is.”

Alysane casted down her eyes as her cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. She knew just who you were talking about. On many, many occasions had you seen her and Osric exchange longing looks that would make anyone suspicious. If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that the two of them had already become more than just acquaintances or friends. But when you had finally asked the young Lady about her relationship with the knight, she had told you the truth about her situation.

"I know that you like him,” you said. “And that is great, isn't it? He is a very nice and respectable man who obviously likes you back.”

“That's not the point.” Alysane didn't even look you in the eyes. “I can not be with him. I can never be with him or any commoner.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at her words. Yes, Osric was not born into nobility and but he was a trustworthy and respected knight who had quite quickly worked his way up and into your father's favor, though not into his guard, he still worked at court and in the castle. Alright, it was still obvious that he came from nothing with the way he refused to replace things until they were completely unusable (like the a bit too small armor) but that didn't have to be bad thing. It just meant that he was a money-conscious man even despite the fact that he, as a royal knight, probably had more than enough money at his disposal - enough to support a wife and a family. So why wouldn't she marry him? What could possibly stand in their way?

“I do not understand you. He is a good man and even though he may not be nobility, his status as a royal knight makes up for that doesn't it?” You didn't want to say it, but in truth Alysane's family wasn't the best situated one. They had their titles and lands but they had never been the wealthiest or most influential house. It was merely by chance that you two had met when you were children at a tournament that both your and her father had been attending. The marriage of one of the women of her family to a knight with a status like Osric would be a marriage of two equals. It had happened before, even in her own family, so why not now?

“Because I am your friend.” She was whispering now but there was a harshness to her tone. “When my father learned that I would be allowed to come and live here, at court, he had made up his mind that I-” Her voice was breaking now as tears formed in here eyes that were no longer looking at you.

What wasn't she telling you? You reached for he hand, making her look back up at you.

“I really just wanted to come here and be your friend, y/n. You have to believe me. Please. I am not trying to play a game. Or at least I didn't want to.”

“Alright, Alysane. I believe you, I really do. Don't be afraid. What is wrong? You can tell me.”

She swallowed hard. “I am the only one in my family with a connection to royalty. The only one with the opportunity to marry above my status and make things better for my family.” The tears were now escaping her eyes and rolling down her cheeks. She gripped your arms as if she was scared you might turn away from her, leave her. “I truly love you, y/n, I really do, you have to believe me! But.. but I have to help my family. I have to do what my father asks of me or else..”

“Or else you might actually get to be happy?” You interrupted her. “This isn't what you want, Alysane! I would rather see you be married happily to a street musican than to one of those rich, high born lords with a stick up their arses.” Her words made you angry. How could her father ask her to give up her happiness just to help him worm his way up in society?

“Y/n.. I think we both know what it means to give up real love for our family.. don't you?” Her eyes were filled with infinite sadness - for both of you. And you knew that she was right.

As much as you enjoyed spending time with Alysane, you certainly did not enjoy being at this gathering. While your father had stopped searching for you future husband (for now), it certainly did not stop possible suitors from presenting themselves to you or your father. More than once had you have your conversation with your friend interrupted by a man introducing himself to you and telling all about the beautiful castle his family had or the importance of the ships they controlled or what not.

You had stopped caring about them a while ago. In the beginning, you had still listened to every word that they said and actually paid attention to how they behaved. In your young and naive mind, you had actually thought that you might be able to spot a man that would not make a horrible husband and nudge your father in his direction. But after the first time you had made any comment on one of the men, it did not go well. You father didn't like the man and would never consider marrying you to him.

“I know that this is hard to come to terms with, sweetheart,” he had said to you, “but this isn't about love anyway. This is about duty. When I got married to your mother, we did not love each other, either. But it was what was best for the kingdom. So we did it. And after time, we grew closer. I am sure that whoever will marry you will come to love you, too. Alright, my love?” The gentle look in his eyes almost made you furious - because he actually believed this. It's not that he didn't care about you, he was just so blind to your needs and feelings, he did not know you at all.

After the death of your mother he had become a man that was estranged from his family, someone who thought he knew best for everyone. Perhaps that was the consequence of being king for so long without a partner or a close friend to balance him out. The king makes all decisions, the king knows best. But he wasn't just the king, he was your father, too. Only that he did not behave like it.

So what did it matter how the men behaved towards you and how nicely and charmingly they introduced themselves? What difference did it make what you thought of them? None at all.

So instead, you took the opportunity to introduce them to Alysane. All of these men were noble and well situated, a good match for her. And unlike you, her father was not here to keep an eye on her. He was far, far away in his castle and had to put his trust into his daughter, hoping that she would find a good match. She actually had a say in who she married. So perhaps getting to know these men would be as interesting to her as it once was to you.

“Well, I will leave you two to continue your conversation, then.” A young man whose name you had already forgotten the moment it had left his mouth bowed to you with a smile on his lips. “I'm sorry for the intrusion. Enjoy the rest of the party.”

He must have noticed your obvious disinterested look and the way you were far, far away with your thoughts. It didn't stop him from holding out his hand to you with an expectant look in his eyes.

Reluctantly you placed your hand in his and cringed inwardly at the touch of his lips on the back or your hand. He lingered longer than he should have, leaving a mark of spit on your skin. You had to really gather all your self restraint so as to not pull your hand away and wipe it off on the skirt of your dress. Instead, you left it in his hand as he stood up straight again and clasped his other hand around yours, too. Was he ever going to let you go? Did he really think that this was charming?

All those men ever did was touch you and try and grab at any part of you they could get a hold of you. Their touch felt like they never wanted to let you go, like they wanted to keep you chained to them. They didn't touch you and kiss your hand to show their appreciation for you, to give you their respect or to make you feel better. They only did it for themselves. You felt a wave of relief wash over you when he finally walked away.

“You know, it's nice of you to introduce me to all of these men, but when I'm standing beside you there really is no way that they will ever consider marrying me.”

“It's worth a try, isn't it? Although I wouldn't want to see you marry this one.”

Your friend gave a small chuckle. “If you think so. But I still don't think it will ever lead to one of them being interested in me. I am trying to catch a big fish, not a whale.”

“But don't fish swarm to whales? If you know one, it will increase the chances of finding one you can catch.” The more men she knew, the higher her chances of finding a good catch. At least she should have that opportunity.

Kita's Point Of View

Kita watched you as you gave your friend one last hug before parting ways. It was obvious how much you enjoyed spending time with her - after all, there were almost no other women your age in this castle. At least none that were appropriate for a princess to be associated with. But after Kita had seen the sixth man approach you and obviously try uselessly to impress you, he could see the annoyed expression on your face from a mile away and knew that it was time to leave.

You hadn't been in a good mood today anyway, he could see the circles under your eyes only growing darker and darker the longer he was in your service. Perhaps it was best if you got some more rest, even if it wasn't sleep.

“Shall we leave?” You asked as you approached him.

“Of course, princess.” He bowed slightly and had to pull himself together to not offer you his arm like his grandmother had taught him to do when accompanying a woman. It was hard to be courteous to you when almost all of the things he would usually do were now frowned upon. Perhaps one day the urge to hold out his hand to you would subside, though he doubted that. In fact, ever since he had seen you break down in the garden the urge to touch you, hold you and comfort you had only grown stronger and stronger. But that was normal, he told himself. It was his duty to make you feel better. It was normal for a knight to want to comfort the person he was protecting.

You two had already reached the edge of the garden, where the hallways of the castle would lead you to your room and a well earned rest, when the clanging of metal against metal reached his ears. It made him turn around immediately, his body in front of yours, a shield of muscle and armor, while he reached for his sword. It was only then that he saw the poor maid that had run head first into a knight, her metal tray pushed against his armored chest as the food on it tumbled down to the floor. He released the handle of his sword from his grip and turned back around to you.

He was prepared to tell you that everything was alright and calm your nerves, to see you be surprised and maybe even a bit scared, but he did not expect to see you in the state that you were in now. Your face looked like all of the blood had been drained from it, your chest was heaving under your corset as you tried to press any air into your lungs. Your eyes were darting from one spot to another like a chased animal looking for somewhere to run. Your hand was gripping onto the stone wall of the hallway you were standing in front of, not yet inside. Kita was sure that any moment you would either pass out or use your remaining strength to actually run away.

Hesitantly, he reached out a hand to you like a man trying to calm down a frightened horse. “Princess?”

Tears shot into your eyes as you tumbled backwards. “Shin-”

Your back hit the wall as your knees gave out, your eyes rolling back into your head. Kita was quick to grab a hold of you and maneuver you inside, out of sight from the people attending the gathering. Quietly, Shinsuke prayed that they were still looking at the poor maid that had caused this whole ordeal and didn't notice you.

A bit down the hallway Kita found a windowsill he could place you on. With both of his strong hands still on your waist he heaved you up a bit so that your backside was leaning against the windowsill. Your head rolled to the side and was about to crash into the stonewall next to you until one of his hands shot up and cradled your head to protect it from the impact.

“Shin..” The rise and fall of your chest was still too fast from his liking but already slowing down, your voice merely a whisper. The look in your eyes was still unfocused as they tried to find his face, unable to focus on one point for more than a split second.

“It's fine, princess,” he answered your call. “I'm right here. With you.” He moved his hand from your waist to your biceps and squeezed gently. “You're safe.”

Finally, your eyes found his. At the pained, scared look in yours, Sinsuke almost felt tears well up in his own. Thankfully, he was strong enough to keep his composure and stay calm, even when your soft hands wandered up to his chest plate that he had gotten from the royal smith when he entered your service. It was engraved with the sigil of your house, a sign to the world that he belonged by your side, until death may part him from you. Your palms pressed onto it and pushed the metal against the layers of clothing lying uderneath it.

“Are you alright?” You asked him as you raised your head a bit. Your voice was quiet and shaky, but full of determination. Like his safety was the only thing that mattered to you.

Shinsuke stared back at you, dumbfounded. Was he alright? What did that matter? “I'm alright, princess. It was just a metal tray that made all that noise.”

His hand was still on your cheek when you nodded. He should remove it from your skin. He knew he should and he knew that he shouldn't be this close to you, knew that he shouldn't lean in just a tad more to try and catch another breeze of your scent. But your hands were still on him. Your cheek was still pressing against his hand ever so slightly. Your eyes were still locked onto his. You didn't mind him being so close - did you? No, no you liked it. Right? What if he was just imagining this? What if someone saw you?

It didn't matter if he liked it. It didn't matter if you like it. If someone saw you like this, it would be bad for the both of you. This was insanely inappropriate. He had to stop giving into this urge that he had been pushing and holding down ever since that day in front of the flower bed. He had to stop bothering you with his selfish desires. It was the one thing that he had sworn to himself when he became your knight, that he would put you above anything. His selfishness had already caused so much harm.. he could not let it get the better of him - yet again.

“Do you want me to bring you to your room now?” He asked as he removed his hands from you and stepped back ever so slightly. Just to make sure he was still being the dutiful knight he was supposed to be, he added a little “Princess?” To his question.

You looked back up at him with even more confusion in your eyes now. Maybe it was too early for you to stand on your own feet again. Just as he was about to offer you his hand again, you pulled yourself together and up onto your feet.

“Yes,” you said, a certain distance in your voice. “Yes, of course.” And with that, you clasped your hands together and started walking ahead of him - with weak legs but a cold gracefulness in your step that was reserved only for royals. It made you appear even larger, even more beautiful - and even more unreachable.

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