#kita shinsuke supremacy

[yourstarvic]

Summary: Fate is a funny thing. Moments happen when you don't know its fate or on purpose. Meeting Kuroo outside of the palace walls, events accord that made him become your personal guard. But what happens when the cocky male helps you try and win another heart when you're only falling for him? And is he slowly falling for you, the crown princess? But was this fated? Or was it planned?

Kuroo Tetsuro X Reader

Warning: Unaliving people, cursing, sex, sword fight

Note: Sorry this took forever but I finally got it! I hope yall enjoy it!

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As a child, (Y/n) didn’t understand what life was outside the walls. Living a comfortable life within the palace walls, she never had to worry about anything. Everything was peaceful for her and those inside, so it wasn’t wrong for you to think it was the same outside the palace walls?

(Y/n) couldn’t wrap her mind on why she was suddenly abrupt from her peaceful sleep from white hair male who was a little over her age. With a hand covering her mouth and the other putting his pointer finger over his mouth, telling her to stay silently, (Y/n) eyes widen in shock. With your (E/c) searching his dull brown eye, putting you in a trance, you noticed how alert he was. But hearing screaming and yelling coming from outside, you quickly broke the trance, panic running through your body.

“It’s okay,” He whispered to you, noticing your growing fear. “I need ya to listen to me, Princess. Can you listen to me?” Shockingly nodded your head, Kita slowly distanced his hand from your mouth. Giving you a firm, reassuring nod, he slowly helped you out of bed, “I need ya hide in the closet.”

Hearing a piercing scream not for from outside your bedroom door, you snatched onto his arm, digging her nails as you asked, “Kita, What’s going on? I’m scared.”

“Keep yer voice down,” He shushed you, “I’ll explain later, but I need ya to hide in the closet with me, ‘kay.”

With trembling knees, Kita hurried you to your wardrobe and quickly opened your windows before hiding you and himself before closing the doors. With the tiniest crack, he left just enough space to allow him to see the events that were about to unfold. “I need ya to stay silent,” Kita whispered to you, allowing you to be held close to his chest.

Burying your head into his chest, you tried to calm your rapid breathing. Tightly close your eyes with every piercing scream that was heard. But your eyes shot wide open when you heard your bedroom door slam open. You must have made a noise as you felt Kita’s hand quickly cover your mouth. Snapping your eyes up to his face, Kita’s arm tightens around you, holding you protectingly as he focused on those who came in. Slowing following his eyesight, you watched in horror as you saw three men wearing misshaped armor scanning your bed with swords in hand.

“She’s not here.”

“Her window is open, she must have escaped through the window, Kuroo.”

“Find her. Quickly before they capture us. I want everything he holds dearly gone, especially General Kita. They both will pay.”

“We’ll hurry outside to grab the princess.”

“Meet back at the bridge leading to the North side of the forest, understood.”

“We’ll meet you there Akito.”

“And make sure they’re dead and kill anyone who gets in your way.” Eyes widening as you heard the conversation, your body grew frozen with fear. You stared at the spot you were a moment before, laying peacefully asleep in your bed. Had Kita not gotten to you, you would have been dead, not knowing what was happening or having any way to defend yourself.

You didn’t remember much of what happened that night after the men disappeared from your room. All you could hear was a ringing in your ear, your body moving as you tightly hold onto Kita’s warm hands as he guided you out of the closet and through the castle corridors, seeking somewhere safe. But you must have started crying, feeling Kita's hands swiping away your tears, trying to comfort you, telling you everything was going to be fine before whisking you away once more.

So many questions ran through your head, confused at what was happening. Why are they doing this? What did Kita’s father have to do with any of this? Why did they want you dead? Wasn’t everything perfect? Why?

Even when the raid had passed, you didn’t remember much the next morning. But you do remember throwing up your dinner when you first saw a lifeless body staring at you. The feeling was overwhelming, as you felt your stomach churn from the sight of a pair of dull, lifeless eyes jeering at you, as if mocking you, telling you what could have been. You remembered Kita pulling your hair back out of your face as you through up, being by your side as he comforted you.

The feeling of dread that washed over you when you saw your father weeping over your mother’s lifeless body, your vision blurring as wet streams traveled down your face. Rushing towards your parents, you join your father kneeling over the body of your mother, both of your tears collecting on her blood-soaked nightgown.

Mourning her death came a toll on you. She used to help you with your studies, from how to be a proper lady, to spending time with you and such, but now, tutors filled those roles. You had Kita to spend time with but he was mourning the death of his father as well. Feeling so alone, you spent most of your time in the library, where you had spent many hours with your mother.

When finding the man who killed your mother, you were conflicted when hearing he was sentenced to death. On the day of the execution, the citizens of the kingdom began booing the man as he walked to be hanged, spewing profanities for killing their beloved queen. Was it wrong of you not feeling the same wave of anger as your father and the kingdom? You were happy they caught the man but is death the correct sentence? Would your mother have agreed to this sentencing? She had hated executions, so isn’t this wrong? Shaking those thoughts from your head, you remembered what your father had told you before the hanging, “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. And life for a life.”

Many years passed and you grew into a fine young lady. Spending most of your time learning about the art of politics, the arts, and history, you became knowledgeable in many fields, having spent most of your time in the library and being gifted books from your father. Using books as a gateway to learn about the world beyond the walls, since your father had made strict measures to have no contact from the outside come inside, making sure you never leave and keeping you safe. With Kita by your side as a friend and protector, he slowly began following in his father's footsteps as a part of the royal guard.

But one day, curiosity had gotten ahold of you, making you want to know what was outside the palace walls. With the help of you lady’s in waiting, Shimizu and Yachi, they disguised you to look as if you were a commoner, showing you a secret passage that allowed you to freely exit and enter the castle grounds. With Kita making his rounds around the palace, you were sure not to be caught and sent your ladies on an errand at the same time you were gone to make sure they will not be blamed for allowing you to go. With a foolproof plan, you successfully escaped the palace grounds and entered the busy city that surrounded the castle.

Walking around the bustling market, you stared at everything in wonder and astonishment. But your heart broke when you saw children and adults in the streets, begging for food or coins. When a small child came running to you, pleading for money, your heart began to ache as you looked at him. Bending down at his level, you gave him one of the gold rings that wrapped your finger, smiling softly at him, “This isn’t much but you can sell it if you want. Just promise to share with your friends, okay.”

Smiling at how the boy’s face lit up, he gratefully thanked you before running off, beckoning his friends over to show what he had received. Standing back up, you watched their silhouettes get smaller as they ran off, before turning on your heels and walking deeper into the market square. Unaware of the many eyes stalking you as you floated by, unguarded.

Kuroo Tetsurou had a calm childhood. While it may have been rough, living in the country, far away from the heart of the kingdom, he lived a calm life. So was it wrong for him to think it would always remain calm throughout his entire life?

Being a teen, Kuroo had more responsibilities, making sure to harvest the field, feed the livestock, and milk the cow. He never minded it, it was calm, but he always wished for more, but as the saying goes: Be careful what you wish for.

Kuroo remembered when the royal army came to his little town, telling his village they received word that the neighboring kingdom was going to invade. He remembered how worried everyone was, the thought of their homes being torn apart and destroyed was enough for them to be grateful for the army’s stay. But what Kuroo had remembered the most from that day, was how the general would steal glances from his mother and how his mother would shyly blush at the general’s stare.

Months had passed and Kuroo enjoyed having the army stationed in his village. Every day, Kuroo would try to get up early to watch the training. His eyes would always sparkle with every move they would make and he would try to mimic them with his makeshift sword, wanting to one day be a great swordsman too. Especially the general, Kuroo admired the general because of his leadership, as well as how fluid he was with not just a sword but a plethora of weapons. But his favorite time of day was right before dinner, he would go to the army camp and be personally taught by one of the many men. Felt as if he was a part of the squadron, laughing with them, and the lot seeing him as a little brother as they took him under their wings. Always smiling as he said, “Just 5 more years and I’ll join! And I’ll be just like General Kita!”

They would always laugh at him, ruffling Kuroo’s head with proud smiles as one would say, “Ya betta work hard then!” On his way home, with a bounce in his step after another amazing session, Kuroo wanted to stop by the general’s tent. It was supposed to be just him, walking through the fabric of the tent doors, excusing himself for distributing, and for General Kita to laugh at him and invite him in. But no, instead Kuroo heard weird noises coming from inside the tent. With curiosity taking hold, he looked between the small crack at the entrance of the tent, wondering what was making that nose. Instead of being satisfied by his curiosity, he was horrified to see his mother in the arms of the general. Heard the groans and moans coming from the pair as he saw the general thrusting into his mother against his desk, whispering sweet nothings that only his father should be saying.

Mortified, Kuroo jumped back, trying to get the awful, awful scene out of his head. Why was the general fucking his mother? Why was his mother encouraging him to continue? Why were they repeatedly saying I love you? Didn’t his mother love his father?

Slowly taking a few steps back, Kuroo bumped into someone. Quickly turning around, he saw the men he was just with looking at him in concern, “Oi, Tetsurou. Ya ‘kay? You look pale-”

One of the members of the small group interrupted, nudging his head towards the tent. “He knows.”

“You knew?” Kuroo's voice cracked, staring at them with betrayal and anger in his eyes.

He watched as they all looked amongst themselves, feeling the guilt of hiding the truth of his mother’s affairs and the general’s deceit. The spokesmen of the group steadily walked up to Kuroo, grabbing his shoulders as he bent down to his level, “I understand you’re hurt but we had to keep it a secret.”

“But what about my father!” Kuroo yelled, shoving the soldier's hands off of him.

“Just keep this a secret Tetsurou,” The soldier's aura quickly changed, a dangerous glint in his eyes, making Kuroo take a step back in shock. “You don’t want the General to get upset, do you? After all the work he put in to train you? If you tell anyone he could stop helping you. You don’t want your future to go to waste too, do you?”

Was it worth giving up on his dream? Kuroo pondered that question as he looked down upon the earth. He spent so much time, so much effort, blood, sweat, and tears through his months of training. The moments where he had brothers who took care of him, who allowed him to laugh with them, eat with them, being part of a family. So was it worth it?

“Good, you're here. Prepare the troop, it’s time-” General Kita stepped out of the tent, putting his sword back on its hilt. “Tetsurou… You’re here.”

Turning around, Kuroo's eyes landed on the figure inside the tent. Seeing a nude body laying on the ground, deathly still. His eyes slowly widened as he quickly realized what had happened. Quickly looking back up at the General, he saw the blood stain on his clothes. Asking himself the question again: Was telling his father worth destroying his dream?

Yes, yes, it was.

Seeing where Kuroo’s eye landed, Kita quickly closed the opening of the tent. Slowly inching closer to him, remaining calm, pretending as if Kuroo didn’t see his mother’s corpse, “Tetsurou, are you here to tell-”

Watching as the young boy bolted before he could finish, the general sighed. “Let him go,” he told his men, seeing as how his men were prepared to run after him. “I already have the information about the rebels. Prepare to raid the village, leave the children alone.” Slamming the door to his home open, frantically scanned the small room, until his eyes landed on his father sitting comfortably in a chair. Kuroo ignored the surprised look on his father's face, not catching the words that fell out of his mouth. Hearing a ringing in his ears, Kuroo thought of how to tell his father. But his head was empty, except for the image of his mother’s stilled body.

“She’s dead,” Was all Kuroo could blurt out.

“…Who’s dead?…”

“Mother,” Kuroo began to weep, feeling his knees hitting the floor. “She’s-she’s…”

“Don’t joke about that!” His father yelled at him, marching to his son.

“She is!” Kuroo yelled back, “I saw her body! General Kita killed her… He killed her…”

From here on, Kuroo didn’t remember much after he confessed to who killed his mother. Feeling the exhaustion of training, finding out about his mother’s affair, witnessing her death, and telling his father, everything became a blur. He didn’t know about the army raiding the village until the next morning, seeing the dead bodies on the ground, and the children mourning the death of their parents.

Those who survived, wanted blood to be spilled by that of the royal family. His father told him, “The army may have lied to us, but it was the royal family who gave the order. Always remember. An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth. And life for a life.”

When he heard the news his father was being hanged for crimes against the crown, anger filled his veins. But it disappeared when the queen, as well as the general, were killed during the raid of the castle, but it wasn’t enough to satisfy Kuroo. He wanted the king to feel the loss and hurt he felt when his family died. Nothing would be more satisfying to him than to watch the pain in the king’s eyes as he watches the only thing left he holds dear to his heart in Kuroo’s hand. Years passed and Kuroo was recruited into the rebel army and quickly climbed through the ranks, becoming a commander. With his scheming nature, he became one of the leaders in the army, with Daichi, the general, giving him a task to fulfill: infiltrate the castle and relay information to take down the remaining royal family.

Walking in the market square near the castle, Kuroo replayed the lie to assure he would be allowed in the castle. Told the recruiters he was nothing like his father, that he loved the kingdom, how amazing and genuine the king was, and so on. But when he saw a young lady, covering herself with a robe as she stared at everything as if it was her first time out. Smiling at her amusingly, he watched as a young orphan ran up to her, asking for money. But instead of money, he saw you handed him a ring, making him raise an eyebrow.

Smiling at how the orphan’s face lit up and ran away with his friends, Kuroo remained his eyes on you, seeing how heartwarming you looked at the reaction. But what Kuroo noticed was a group of men stared at you and slowly followed as you walked away. Scoffing at them, Kuroo stared to follow, always prepared to save a damsel in distress.

Growing up after the death of his father, Kita swore to always protect the royal family, especially the princess. Being the princess's guard, Kita always kept watchful of her. But slowly, the King had recognized his strength, and slowly became strong as his late father. So when the king asked to see him in the throne room, Kita wasn’t expecting the words the King told him.

“You want me to be…”

“A general,” the King confirmed. “Just as your father was.”

“But…”

“Your hesitance is about my daughter, is it not?” He mused, watching as Kita nodded his head, confirming his words. “There is no need. I was tempting to keep you watching over my daughter, but other things need to be done.”

With a small gulp, Kita creased his eyebrows in concern, “I understand… But who will watch over the Princess?”

“Before you officially became promoted, I would like you to find someone who you believe is right to protect my daughter,” he ordered, taking a deep breath. “He needs to have the same strength as you, the need to protect others, especially my daughter, as well as she, and I can trust.”

“I understand,” Kita bowed, “I have the perfect one in mind.”

“Not Aran.”

“…I’m sorry?”

“You had Aran in mind,” He mused, shaking his head. “I rather you picked someone else.”

“But he fits the criteria, your majesty.”

“I do wish Aran to protect her. But those twins are always with him,” The king sneered, “, especially that blond one. And I don’t like him around her and how he tries to court her.”

“I-I see…”

“You do not leave until ten more days…” The king hummed thoughtfully. His eyes were downcast as he was deep in thought, rubbing his chin in-between his thumb and pointer finger. With the growing silence in the room, Kita kept his eyes on the king, waiting for his wisdom. With a deep sigh, the king looked back at his most trusted knight, “In your reminding days, I want you to find someone. They do not have to be a knight, I asked he need to fit the requirements I wished, understood?”

“Yes, your majesty,” Bowing his head, Kita turned on his heel and walked out of the throne room. The clanking of his armor echoed down the halls of the castle. His face was stern and no signs of emotion as he ignored the stares of the passing castle workers. His head runs through different candidates who can fill his spot. But he all dismissed them, not filling the full requirements or will make (Y/n) comfortable to have around.

His face showed the tiniest bit of interest when he saw one of your ladies in waiting. Quickly walking over in her direction, he called, “Lady Yachi.”

Not showing his confusion, he watched as she quickly snapped her head in his direction with wide panic eyes before quickly turning around. Slowly walking towards he repeated said her name, watching as her panic grew with each step he took, Kita knew she was hiding something. “Lady Yachi,” He repeated her name when he was behind her. “Where is the Princess?”

Slowly turning to face him, Yachi forges an innocent look on her face as she straightens her posture. Blinking at him in confusion, she gave him a thoughtful look, “The Princess?” Nodding his head once, he heard Yachi gulp, knowing she was growing more nervous. Avoiding his eyes, Yachi slowly repeated his question, “You want to know… Where the Princess is?…”

“Yachi.”

“Yes!” She squealed, looking at him before moving her eyes to look at something behind him. Putting her hands behind her back, she fidgeted with her fingers, pressing down her nails to try and calm her down.

“The Princess,” Kita said sternly, narrowing his eyes slightly at the blonde in front of him. “Where is she?”

“Um,” Yachi hesitated, creasing her eyebrows as she thought. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to form words. “Wasn’t she… Um… With… You?”

“I left her with you and Lady Kiyoko this morning,” Breathing out in frustration, clenching his jaw, Kita tried to not show how worried and frustrated he was. “Therefore, she is not with me. So where is she?”

“Um…”

“Lady Yachi as her protector I need to know where she is.”

Yachi felt herself shrink as she looked at Kita’s cold brown eyes, his face remained static but she could see his anger rising in his eyes. But she couldn’t tell him where you were. You ordered her not to tell anyone you were at the marketplace and she couldn’t disobey you… But the market could be dangerous. Something could have happened to you and you were supposed to be back.

With her mind running amok, Kita saw how more and more she nervous became. “I will not ask again,” Kita told her firmly. Knowing she was coming to her end.

“She went to the market square,” Yachi said quickly, quilt written on her face as finished her sentence.

“She what?” He growled.

Looking away in fear, Yachi took a step back. She felt Kita’s anger rising as avoided his eyes, wishing she was somewhere far away. Knowing Kita was waiting for an explanation, Yachi quickly mumbled through her words, refusing to look at him, “She wanted to go to the market! We tried to persuade her not to go but she was resistant.” Clicking his tongue, Kita hurriedly turned away, angry muttering curses under his breath as walked through the castle’s ground.

Looking around at the many stalls, your eyes hold amazement as you saw the many different colors of spice, jewelry, fruits, and meats. Each one of them trying to beacon you to them by yelling out what they could offer you. The feeling of overjoy erupt in your chest, and a small giggle escaped past your lips as you pulled yourself through the crowd. Maneuvering through, you took a wrong turning, entering an ally. Slowly walking down the path, you noticed how quiet it became. The loud voices of the crowd became quieter and quieter, and the streets became dirtier and scarier.

But looking ahead, you saw the alley opens back to the market, seeing the crowds of people walking by. Brightening at the sight, you hurried your steps, only to be stopped by a figure blocking your path. “Are ya lost?” The man asked you with a wicked mischievous smile. Taking a step back, your eyes scanned the man and quickly noticed his torn and dirty clothes that filled with an ungodly stench. Forcing yourself to not scrunch your nose up in disgust, you kept your head held to your eye, trying to keep your face, “I know perfectly where I am going.”

“Ya sure ‘bout that?” He mused, taking a step closer to you, smiling wider as you took a step back.

“Perfectly am,” You nodded, your eyes looking back down at each step he grew closer. “Now, if you would excuse me, I should be going,” Turning on your heels, you were stopped when you saw two other men behind you, towering over you as they had the same wicked smile. “Ya know,” the man who was now behind you, hold onto your forearms, slowly raising them to your shoulder as he leaned his head to the side of your head, “we saw what ya the kid.”

Disgusted with his hands on you, you felt shivers running through your body as you feared what might happen. You tried to break free by moving your shoulders out of his hold, but his grip only tighten with a tsk, “Come one, love. I know you have more on ya.”

You turned your head to the side, hating the feeling of his breath so close to your ear. You tried so hard to make some sort of distance, but he firmly kept ahold of your shoulders. “I have no idea what you are referring to,” You stated, hoping he would believe you.

Your eyes widen as you felt his hand quickly latch onto your jaw, jerking your head to face him. “Don’t lie to us,” He brought his face dangerously close to yours. “We saw ya giving’ that kid a shiny gold ring.”

“You must have been confused-”

With an angered huff, he harshly shoved you to the ground, “I said, don’t lie to us!”

You whimpered as you felt your body ache from hitting the ground, the harsh bite of coldness on your palms as you supported yourself. You couldn’t form any coherent thoughts, fear striking through your body, halting you from doing anything.

With an impressed whistle, one of the men bent down to your level and pulled the rest of the hood from your head, “Look at her boss, she’s got a pretty face.”

With him grabbing your jaw, feeling something cold on your neck, your eyes widen in fear as you heard him say, “She can give us a lot more than jewelry.” Feeling his thumb tugging on your bottom lip, he leaned closer to your face, “What ya say?”

“You know,” A voice was heard not far from you and the men were. “You all reek. I can smell how badly you over here and I can only imagine what she’s smelling.”

Your eyes slowly moved to the side, seeing a tall male, not too far from where you were, leaning against the wall of the alley with his arms crossed. You noticed how he glanced at you once, before looking back at the men. Before you could question yourself if he was a foe or not, the man who hold onto your jaw roughly let go, pushing you away.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Me?” The newcomer blinked, pointing at himself, slowly walking towards them. “No one special, just like playing the hero.” “Back off!” One of them yelled, taking a dagger out to point it at him. Immediately stopping in his tracks, the dark hair male eyes widen as he put his hand up in surrender, “A dagger? Wait, no. Anything but a dagger, please.”

Looking at the two others with a humorous smirk, he then proceeded to walk towards the newcomer, swinging it as he went. But before the dagger could put him, the tall male quickly reached his hand and twisted the dagger out of it before kicking the man down. His two partners took a step back, watching their friend groan on the ground in agony. Looking back up, he saw one of the goons rushing towards him. Waiting for the last moment to step out of the way, he stuck his foot out to make the goon trip and stumble onto the ground. Smiling at the impact, he let out a whistle, “Are you okay?”

Hearing the goon groaning, your savior turned to look at you with a charming smile before looking at the last man standing. “I believe this, is where you run now,” he told the final man standing, a smug smirk written on his lips. Quickly, the boss of the goons pushed up the two on the ground before running off, stumbling over their feet as they did so.

Watching the three men running off, you felt the air leaving your lung as you sighed out in relief. Slowly turning your eyes to your savior, you saw how he scoffed at the three, his smirk widening the further they went out of the alley. Feeling your stare on him, he trained his eyes on you. The cockiness of his face barely left when he saw you looking at him in wonder.

Watching him carefully as he walked towards you, he extended a hand down to you, “Are you hurt?”

Not finding your voice, you shooked your head in response, slowly raising your hand and placing it on his. Carefully helping you stand, you noticed how carefully he looked at you. Hesitant with your voice, you mumbled audibly, “I’m fine.”

“She speaks,” he hummed, slowly letting go of your hand. “You’re voice is beautiful as you are.”

Feeling bashful at his comment, you smiled at him tilting your head to the side to not meet his eyes. But you have quickly shifted away from the bashful state when he said, “Wait, your neck.” Looking back at him, he slowly lifts his hands to your chin, carefully moving your head to the side and exposing your neck to him. “You’re bleeding.” “I am?” You lifted your head to touch your neck, feeling the warm liquid. “How bad is it?”

Slowly letting go of your chin, he smiled at you in an assuring manner, “It’s only a small cut, it won’t leave a scar.”

Smiling at him, you nod your head, “Thank you…Um…”

“Kuroo,” He introduced himself to you, “Kuroo Tetsuro.”

“Thank you Kuroo.”

“Anything for you lady…”

“(L/n)-“ You stopped yourself, not wanting to reveal your family name, “(Y/n).

“Anything for you lady (Y/n),” Kuroo smiled widen. “But I must ask, why is a lady like yourself come across here?”

“I lost my way,” You embarrassedly said, feeling the warmness of your cheeks flare-up.

Curious by your words, Kuroo creased his eyebrows, “Have you not, been here before?”

“I have not,” You admitted.

“And what of your escort?”

“I do not have one.”

Silenced fell on the both of you, Kuroo staring at you with his mouth slightly agape into an amazing smile. Quickly as the silence fell, it was broken when Kuroo laughed loudly at you. Feeling more embarrassed at his laughter, you pursed your lips together in a pout. Your cheeks were once again in flames as looked away. Shaking his head as he laughed, it soon died down to a mere humorous chuckle, “I apologize, it’s just… Why would a lady like yourself come to the marketplace without being here before and without an escort? Unless…”

Finding his eyes again, you nod your head with a tight smile, “You’re suspicions are correct.”

“Sneaking away,” he tsked at you teasingly, “I must say, madam, what will your parents say?”

“Nothing I hope, I still wish to explore before my presence is needed.”

“If you would like, Lady (Y/n), I will gladly give you my service,” Offering his arm to you. “You can gladly use me.”

Intrigued by his offer, you were about to accept his arm but linking yours with his, but stop when a feeling of doubt plagued your mind. Having only just met him, you only knew his name and nothing more. Something in the back of your head told you to stay away from him, but when you looked at him and saw how honest he looked, you felt you could trust him.

“Shall we?” His voice cut through your thoughts.

With a deep sigh, you linked your arms through his, “We shall.”

With Kuroo showing around the marketplace, you had a smile on your face. He explained and answer your question thoroughly about whatever you saw, making jokes and laughing at whatever pleased you. Kuroo introduced you to so many new things and new experiences, that you never wished to leave. Until you both saw men in armor walking by.

Hearing Kuroo clicked his tongue in disgust, you looked up in concern and saw his face scrunched up in annoyance. “Is everything okay?” You asked hesitantly, following his eyesight. Seeing it was a few knights patrolling the city, your eyes widen, ducking your head to avoid them seeing your face.

“It will be soon,” Kuroo tried masking his annoyance. “Let’s take another route.”

“Yes, let’s.”

Kuroo quickly guided you away from the soldiers, you took note of the annoyance in his voice. Away from the soldiers, your curiosity grew, shoulders becoming tense as you remind wondered the possibilities of why. Looking at the arm that was linked through yours, slowly tracing your eyes up to glance at his face before looking back forwards. The unfeeling curiosity of why ran through your head, and just as the saying goes: curiosity killed the cat.

“Why were you scared of the guards?”

Coming to a halt, Kuroo looked down at you with what you assumed was confusion that was filled with disgust. “I’m not scared of them,” He assured, stating as if it was obvious. “I dislike the army.”

“You dislike the army?”

Looking at the direction from which they came, his eyes showed disdained and hatred, remembering a distant memory of what happened many years ago. “Anything that has to do with the royal family, I loathe with my entire existence.”

Slowly unhooking your arm, you suddenly felt cold under the blazing sun. Feeling your mouth getting dry, you blinked in shock as you looked away. “W-what…”

“They’ve done nothing for this kingdom, for this country,” he balled his fist, looking back down at you, “that I why I planned to infiltrate-”

“Why is that?” You stopped him.

Quickly noticing the quick change in your posture and demeanor, he noticed you were no longer relaxed. But more attentive, acting like a noble you were trained to be. Kuroo clicked his tongue, seeing how quick you were to back to your ways after insulting the crown family, thinking of you as a mere follower of the crown. “If you do not know why, then you are not paying attention, princess.” 

Princess.

The word rang through your head. Dread that he knew who you were, he only saved you because he knew who you were. And infiltrated? Did he mean the castle? Did he want to kill you just as those men many years ago wanted to do? No longer listening to him, you didn’t know he wasn’t calling you by your title, but rather as a pet name.  

“And with the Queen passing years ago, it lifted some hope to the people the family will be-“

Hearing him talk about your mother, you quickly snapped out of your thoughts, “What did you say?” 

“The Queen's passing gave hope to the people, it stopped the programs that she was going to pass.”

“The programs,” you felt your anger rising, heated by how he talked about your late mother, “were going to help those out in the rural country. Providing education and medicine to children who need them.”

“Providing?” Kuroo scoffed, crossing his arms, “It would only provide those in a certain economic class. Those who already have ways of getting an education and medicine. And let’s say it did provide it to those who do need medicine and schooling, Lady (Y/n), how would the people receive them?”

“It is provided from their taxes,” You reasoned. “Those who have paid their taxes in full, especially in the districts that fully paid their dues will receive the needs.”

“Fully pay their taxes? And how will they fully pay for their dues with the unreasonable high taxes? Many people in the country, including myself, only worried about when will our next meal will be. The late Queen was ignorant of how people live, but it came to no shock, especially since she only married into the Royal Family for status and money.”

“Take that back.”

“About? You cannot deny what I say is false.” He huffed, annoyed at your philosophy. “Princess hasn’t done anything for the kingdom?”

“So you hope to gain my favor? By saving me and protecting me? Was everything before a ruse set up by you?”

“Gaining your favor? Ruse?”

Before Kuroo could question you any further, a voice called out your title, followed by your name. Watched in a fearful starstruck as your eyes widen in relief, turned around, and rushed to what appeared to be royal knights. Understanding what you meant when questioned him about gaining your favor. The word princess echoed in his ear as you yelled, “Shin!”

“What did I get myself into,” Kuroo whispered to himself, watching as the group of guards circled him, hands ready at their swords.

“Are you all right? Are you harmed?” Kita asked, holding you close by the shoulders as he carefully inspected you. Worried filled as he did so until his eyes landed on your neck, where the small cut stared back at him. Anger filled him as he stared back at it, but before he could question it, you quickly stepped away, assuring him you were fine.

“I promise I’m not harmed,” You smiled at him, relief filling your lungs as you tilt your head to the side to cover the scar. “But he knew who I was,” You whispered to him. “How did he know who I was?”

“That matters not at the moment,” Kita stated, signaling one of his men to escort you. “Take her back to the palace, and explain to his majesty what had happened.”

Panic roared inside as you fought back, “I don’t believe my father should know about this Shinsuke.”

“He harmed you, Princess,” He motioned to your neck, to which you quickly covered it up with your hand. Looking back at the knight, Kita instructed him, “Take the Princess back to the palace and tell his majesty what happened. I will be there soon to give him the full report. Understood?”

With a stern nod of his head, he moves to the side of you, waiting for you to start heading out. But you looked back at Kuroo, see how calculated he was thinking of the situation before looking back at Kita, muttering, “He didn’t hurt me if that was what you were thinking.”

Kita didn’t reply to you, only motioning to start walking. With a small huff, you then started to walk away, leaving Kuroo, Kita, and the knights alone. Watching you walking away and turning a corner away from him, Kita turned to look at the black-haired male. “Arrest him,” He commanded. “For attempt kidnapping the Princess.”

“Kidnapping? I wasn’t trying-“

“Then perhaps harming the Princess should be the better choice?” Kita rosed his eyebrow, challenging him.

“She said it herself, did she not?” Kuroo responded, not fighting back against the two knights holding onto his arms tightly and pushing him further, “I did not harm her.”

“Explain it to his majesty then.”

Kuroo never expected today to be the day he would meet the King. If he was told the meeting would happen, he would have brought more weaponry, and twice as men with him. But instead of weapons and extra men, Kuroo was on his knees, his hands hanging heavy with the chains around his wrist, in what it seems to be the throne room. Feeling the intense stare of Kita, who stood far in front of him, near the small stairs leading to the throne, where the King sat in anger, and next to him was you, refusing to look at him as you clenched your jaw in annoyance. Assuming the King gave you a stern scolding at you disappearing. 

“I heard, you harmed my daughter,” The King’s voice boomed throughout the room, waiting for a response. But after seconds of silence, the Kind hummed, “Well?”

Letting out a deep sigh, Kuroo quickly glanced at you before looking back at the King, finding his courage, “You heard wrong.”

“So you say my trusted knight lied?”

“I’m saying you have not heard the correct story,” Kuroo quickly responded. “The Princess either didn’t tell you or lied about-”

“Lied?” The King let out a humorous laugh, “Very bold of you to say, my daughter, the Princess, lied.”

“Well, she did sneak out of the palace,” Kuroo smirked, amused at how the King’s smile faded away. 

With the allowing him to continue speaking on the events, Kuroo told of him the moment he laid his eyes on you, explaining it was him and his bravery that saved you in the alley away, gushing about how marvelous he was and how you awed at his skills, to which you rolled your eyes at him for hearing utter those words. Nonetheless, Kuroo continued to speak freely, with the King listening to every word. 

After listening to his words, your father turned his head to look at you, “Is this true?”

“For the most part, yes.”

“I see,” He hummed, looking back at the man kneeling in front of him. “What was your name?”

“Kuroo. Kuroo Tetsurou.”

“And what was your business here at the capital?”

“To join the army.”

The room ranged in silence as the King stared at him intently, calculating what to say next. You looked down at Kuroo, slightly flinched as you noticed his eyes were focused on you. Quickly looking away with annoyance, you looked back at your father waiting to hear his reply. “Unlock his chains.”

Kita and yourself both looked at him questionably, confused as to why he would ask such a thing. “Sire?” Kita asked, making sure he heard correctly.

“Unlock his chains,” He said once again, more authority ruled in his voice. Slowly walking to Kuroo, Kita carefully unlocked the chains, letting them fall on the marble fall with a loud thud. “Now hand him a sword.”

Kita quickly snapped his neck to face the King confused at the command but following it nonetheless. Signaling one of the knights stationed at the corners of the room, they handed Kuroo a sword, to which he gracefully accepted. Holding on to the hilt of the sword, Kuroo inspected the blade, impressed by the craftsmanship. But halted his admiration when the King's voice commanded, “I wish for the two of you to duel.”

With everyone snapping their eyes to the king in bewilderment, you were the one who broke the silence, “A duel? Father, you must be joking…”

“I wish to see how he fights,” your father said amusingly, propping his elbow on the armchair and leaning his chin on his fist. “Now, fight.”

Kita nodded his head at his majesty and unsheathed his sword as he looked back at Kuroo, who was watching him carefully. Both went into a defensive stance, blades at the ready as they slowly circled. The room filled with tension as everyone watched the two, waiting to see what will happen. 

You did your best to keep your composure, but you were itching to fidget your fingers in nervousness, scared Kuroo would harm Kita. You kept your eyes trained on Kita, seeing how serious and alert he was. When they both lunged at each other, your breath hitched in your throat, eyes focusing on how the blades hit one another. 

Both of their figures move beautifully as they swing the sword, trying their best to disarm each other. Your father kept his eyes trained on Kuroo, watching how calculated he moved, sneaky with his movements, and quiet with his attacks. The more he watched, the more intrigued he was. And with the tempo of the duel changed in favor of Kuroo, your father move to sit fully back into his seat, watching how Kuroo was quick to disarm Kita and making his fall onto his back, the tip of Kuroo’s sword pressed into Kita’s neck. 

Kita and Kuroo both breathed deeply, trying to catch their breath after a heated battle. With Kuroo, slowly moving the sword away from Kita’s neck, he holds the sword in one hand while using the other to help Kita stand. But Kita only stared at Kuroo’s hated, refusing to take it.

“Don’t tell me you’re a sore loser?” Kuroo teasingly smirked at him. Kita only narrowed his eyes at him in annoyance, and begrudgingly accepted his hand to help lift him. With Kita on his feet, Kuroo faced the King, his chest heaving heavily as he catch his breath, hiding the annoyance in his voice, “Anything else you would like to see?

Your father only looked at Kuroo, as if he was studying him. He felt your eyes on him, knowing you were trying to anticipate what he was going to do. But he then felt your eyes were back at the prisoner, waiting for his response when your father asked, “Did you believe that was a far fight?”

“No.”

“So quick to answer, as if there was no thought behind it.”

“Because there wasn’t,” Kuroo sighed, trying to control his dislike towards the king. 

“And why is that?”

Kuroo looked at Kita, clenching his jaw as he tried his best to hide his growing annoyance. Turning his head back at the king, Kuroo huffed as he saw his majesty waiting for an answer. “His armor was weighing him down, making his moves slowly. I had a better advantage since I was able to move more freely.”

“I see,” The king hummed. “What do you think of the Princess?”

“The Princess?” Kuroo asked slowly, pointing the sword at you.

Letting out a scoff, you looked at your father in bewilderment, confused at the question, “Father, why are you-”

“You may speak freely,” Your father interrupted you, “you will not be punished for what you say.”

A sly smile slowly appeared on Kuroo’s face, moving his eyes to you to see you trying to keep your annoyance at bay. “She’s annoying,” Kuroo proudly said, enjoying how your composure was slowly breaking into annoyance and anger, “very naive as well. Barely understanding the world of politics, especially with little to no knowledge of how the people live. She acts as if this is her first life, amazed and awe at everything. Trust others very easily, not knowing what could happen and dangerous it could be. Also cares so highly of herself. Very draft as well.”

Seeing how your body became tense and your nostrils flare in anger, Kuroo enjoyed every minute of it. While your father only raised an eyebrow, amused at how easily he spoke about you. “I’m started to like you Kuroo Tetsurou,” Your father mused. “Shinsuke, what do you think of his fighting?”

“His skills are advanced,” Kita plainly said, answering his King truthfully. “He knows how to handle a sword. His swordsmanship is the making of a general.”

“I thought so too,” Your father hummed, turnings his head to you next. “What do you think of him, my daughter?”

A smirk appeared on your face after your father asked you the question. You held your head high, making it seem as if you were looking down on Kuroo as you stated, “He’s arrogant, cocky, as well as ignorant to the world of politics. Has no respect for the Royal Family and those who are deceased. As well as a flirt.”

“If I remember correctly, princess,” Kuroo narrowed his eyes at you, “you were flirting with me.”

Scoffing at you, you chuckled at him in disbelief, “As if I would flirt with you? Why would I ever do that?”

“I am devilishly handsome,” Kuroo smirked, sending you a quick wink, “and I did save you in that alleyway.”

“He is also full of himself,” You loudly stated, adding it to the list of what you think of him.

“I’ve heard enough,” Your father's voice boomed, stopping the banter between the two of you. Standing up from his throne, your father looked down at Kuroo, “You said you wished to join the army? Is that correct?”

“It is.”

“Then consider yourself joined,” Your father smiled, offering a hand toward you. Looking at him confusingly, you accepted his hand, “And your assignment will be protecting my daughter from now on.”

“What!” You and Kuroo both exclaimed, baffled at his order.

“Father,” You whispered, “what do you mean?”

Letting go of your hand, your father clapped his hands together happily, “Shinsuke, or should I say, General Kita, has been promoted.”

“Kita?” Kuroo whispered to himself, snapping his neck to look at him in the realization of how he looked familiar. 

“He leaves in ten days,” Your father explained, “that way, Kita can properly train Kuroo to best protect you.”

Desperately looking at your father, you tried your best to persuade him, “We barely know him, and why must Shinsuke leave?”

“I know enough about him,” Your father smiled at Kuroo, ignoring the last question you asked. With Kuroo looking back at him, your father’s smiles widen, “I believe it was fated that the two of you met.”

Taglist: @lena-davina @strcwberri @boosyboo9206 @lilith412426

Taglist: Open

#kurro x reader #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro fanfiction #kurro tetsuro #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsuro angst #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke #kita supremacy #TW: death #TW:sex #TW:blood #TW: sword fight

[missingn000]

Since now you’re in Haikyumania (been there) and watching Inarizaki match, this meme is appropriate XD

Shinsuke Kita supremacy! in the manga, him & Naoya looks really identical!

btw (& I can’t believe I’m actually asking this…) is tpg naoya gonna make a comeback soon??

SDFGHYJUIKOL THIS IS SO REAL HELP?? i've seen a few memes about these two but this one is so fucking funny. they do look so alike, yet their personalities are so so different. if only naoya had one hundredth of the respect kita has T__T

as for naoya, yeah, he'll be showing up soon i believe! soon-ish, at least. he was supposed to show up in the 30's but i got impatient about sukuna, and his next scene wasn't time-sensitive back then, but with my outline for the next 15 or so chapters almost set, now it is!

#tpg

[aii-xo]

ʚɞ ━ a b o u t m e ━ ʚɞ

₊˚⊹♡ ━ hello everyone, and thank you for taking the time to read this section :) i'll just be using this post as a little introduction to who i am, what i like, what fandoms i write for, and all that lovely stuff <3

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ — b a s i c i n f o

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — i go by aishi online! i use she/her pronouns, i'm nineteen, i'm xnfj 2w1, and i adore dark-haired, brooding, pretty anime boys.

note. while my irl name is no secret, please do not use it here if you know it!

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — faves. diluc ragnvindr. megumi fushiguro. aki hayakawa. rin itoshi. dan heng. keiji akaashi. giyuu tomioka. shuu sakamaki. yuuma mukami. neuvillette. satoru gojo. tetsurou kuroo.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — kins. koushi sugawara. tooru oikawa. raiden ei. kaveh. fischl. k-angel/ame. ai hoshino.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — loves. drawing. cosplaying. singing. writing. psychology (uni course). pink. plushies. fashion. makeup. anime merch collecting. cats. sleeping.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — hates. bugs. needles. wearing pants (skirt supremacy). early mornings. assignments. closemindedness. overly oily foods.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — music. mainstream vocaloid/utaite - eg. proseka music, kikuo, eve, mafumafu. kpop - eg. blackpink, bts, (g)i-dle. space ambient. slow & reverb remixes. lofi.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊ — w h a t i w r i t e f o r

note. i am open to write for any of the fandoms below, with special emphasis on the characters listed. feel free to request characters who aren't listed (read rules first), but remember that i reserve the right to reject requests for certain characters.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — genshin impact. albedo. al-haitham. ayato. baizhu. childe. cyno. dainsleif. diluc. itto. kaeya. kaveh. kazuha. lyney. neuvillette. thoma. tighnari. wanderer (kunikuzushi). wriothesley. xiao. zhongli.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — haikyuu. kei tsukishima. keiji akaashi. kenma kozume. koushi sugawara. koutarou bokuto. shinsuke kita. tetsurou kuroo. tobio kageyama. tooru oikawa.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — jujutsu kaisen. kento nanami. megumi fushiguro. satoru gojo. suguru geto. toge inumaki. toji fushiguro. yuuta okkotsu. yuuji itadori.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — blue lock. hyouma chigiri. michael kaiser. nagi seishiro. rin itoshi. yoichi isagi.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — honkai star rail. blade. dan heng (imbibitor lunae). gepard. jing yuan. luka. luocha. sampo. welt.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — chainsaw man. aki hayakawa.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — diabolik lovers. shuu sakamaki. ayato sakamaki. subaru sakamaki. ruki mukami. yuuma mukami. kou mukami. azusa mukami.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — obey me. mammon. leviathan. satan. beelzebub. simeon. solomon.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ — seduce me the otome. james. erik. sam. damien.

— all rights reserved © aii-xo 2023. all fanfics are mine - no copying, translating, or reposting any works on here.

— the artwork (excluding the background) in the post's banner is mine, and of my original character. copying, tracing, stealing, and reposting are expressly forbidden.

#aii-xo #₊˚⊹♡ cover page #aishi about me #visnov bg by NoranekoGames

[xtsundere-princess]

I don't really believe in "LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT" But when I saw Kita Shinsuke, I think I want to believe that there is such thing as "love at first sight"... Is this what they call KITA SHINSUKE SUPREMACY???

#Haikyuu #kita shinsuke #kita supremacy #kita shinsuke supremacy #inarizaki #inarizaki captain #team inarizaki

[yukimiyaa]

marrying atsumu as kita's sister would be so chaotic.

while kita hands you over to atsumu he looks all calm as usual. when asked why (because atsumu would do anything to get that little praise from kita. yes he will.) he says it's because he 'trusts' atsumu. atsumu's beaming with a "FOR REAL?!" and kita is like "not really will be keeping an eye on ya." and atsumu stiffens up as kita's signature icy cold gaze runs over the atmosphere

#haikyuu x imagines #haikyuu!! #hq headcanons #hq imagines #atsumu fic #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu fluff #atsumu supremacy #atsumu fluff #atsumu headcanon #kita shinsuke #inarizaki #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #atsumu x yn #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x you #haikyuu headcanons #hq hcs #hq x you #hq x reader #hq atsumu #hq x y/n #hq x self insert #tsumbabes #miya twins #midnight thoughts #3 am ramblings

[sobsitsamu]

Someone in Inarizaki is amogus

#Alisa supremacy #alisa haiba #inarizaki #haikyuu bu #official haikyuu #kita shinsuke #sus #amogus #it's not a dead meme yet #miya twins

[duino]

"SOFT JAZZ" Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

Rating/Warnings: 18+ NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Your first time with Kita. He does you right (as he would).

Note: Soft Smut and Fluff.

You can feel Kita’s fingers tracing the strap of the top you’re wearing. His eyes are boring into the back of your head. The entire night he’s been touching you; intertwining your fingers over the dinner table, a hand catching your ankle under the table. He pulled you into his arms when he first picked you up and hasn’t let you go since. It’s a new side of him, but you can’t say you’re displeased.

And he had been flirting with you all night. Seemingly innocent comments littered throughout conversation. You would pause, thinking you had misheard him, but then you’d look at him and see the unmistakable glint in his eyes. You had knocked your wine glass over when he held your hand up to his mouth, kissing over your knuckles before delicately biting the tip of your pointer finger. It was a quick gesture, so quick you thought maybe it hadn’t happened. But you met his gaze, and his eyes had flashed like an animal in the night.

You had decided to forgo dessert, going straight to asking if he wanted to see your place, instead.

Which led you here, now, struggling to fit your key into the lock. You jolt when Kita’s hand encircles yours, pushing the key in, turning it, his hand reaching beside your face to push open your door. “Here,” he says into your ear.

“Thanks,” you whisper, leading him inside. He shuts and locks the door behind the both of you. “This is me,” you say. Mentally, you curse yourself for having not tidied earlier. There are dishes on your kitchen counter, a dirty shirt thrown haphazardly on your couch. A knuckle traces gently down your spine, making you shiver.

“I like it,” he says simply.

You turn to him and his hand falls to his side. “It’s a little small,” you say, sheepish. You bend to undo your heels, hopping in place as you struggle with the straps.

He smiles, holding his hand out for you to brace against. “It’s perfect. It’s very you.”

You clear your throat, and you think you see his smile widen just slightly. “Let me give you the grand tour.” You gesture vaguely to the fridge. “Kitchen.” You point to your couch. “Living room.” You nod to a door. “Bathroom is right there.”

Kita slips off his own shoes and places them neatly by your entryway. “All the essentials,” he says, and you realize he’s teasing you, amused at your nervousness. You take a calming breath. You’ve had sex before. You’ve even had sex with great guys before. But this was Kita, and something about him melted away any jaded predispositions you had towards love. Perhaps it’s his constant nature, his surety in himself. The fact that you feel the beginnings of surety with him, though it’s too early in the relationship to admit it.

Whatever it was, he made you feel like a schoolgirl again. Excited for something.

“It’s not much, but I get a great view.” You walk towards your large living room window –a rarity for the city, costly in rent, but the sun coming in had been too good to pass up. Kita is right behind you, hand on the small of your back. The gesture feels steadying.

“I’d love to see the light in the morning,” he says.

A smile lights you up, catching his meaning, feeling a little calmer now that you were in your territory. “That can be arranged,” you say. You turn abruptly and end up nose to nose with Kita. You’re thrilled to see the smallest of blushes rising on his cheek, illuminated by the shimmering city lights. “Let me show you my bedroom.”

Your room is as small at the rest of your apartment, but it is your pride and joy. You had managed to fit a queen-sized bed in, splurging on fancy linen sheets. A piece of abstract art that your friend had painted hung, framed, above your headboard. There is a smaller window here, and the moon falls slantways across your sheets, glowing and transitory.

You lean your back against the doorframe. “Do you want a drink? Tea? Water?”

Kita looks and your bed and then looks at you. He shakes his head, stepping towards you. He smells fresh, like newly cut grass or citrus. You can’t place it, but the scent is bittersweet, like memory, or a lucid dream.

“No, thank you,” Kita says, voice low, and catches your mouth in a kiss. He cradles the back of your head with one of his hands, protecting you from knocking against the wood as he presses closer to you. His kiss is long, slow, an exhalation against your lips more than anything else. He pulls back after, searching your eyes. Whatever he finds in them makes him kiss you again. His second is deeper, hunger colouring his affections, and he makes a small sound in the back of his throat when you bite his bottom lip.

When the kissing begins to grow a little sloppy, you somehow find enough brain power to maneuver yourself to your bed. You take Kita with you, unwilling to let his lips part from yours. You sit on the edge and he leans over you, mouth languid and unrelenting. You begin slipping off your blouse and Kita pulls away just enough to let you before he’s on you again, tasting you, savoring you.

“You taste like strawberries,” he says, breathing hard.

You can barely hear him over the rushing of blood in your ears. You’re surprising yourself with your own need. “It’s my chapstick,” you murmur absently, and wind your fingers into his hair, pulling him towards you again. Every kiss you’ve had with Kita up to this point had been a gentleman’s kiss. Affectionate, warm, considerate. Passion on a leash.

This was something else, something devouring, propelled by the tension he had built throughout the night. You lean back slightly just to look at him, and you have to smile at his ruffled hair, his pinkened lips. “You look like I’m defiling you,” you giggle.

In answer, he dips towards you again, hand palming at your breast through your bra. He squeezes, thumb running along the lace, and then slips it down enough to free your nipple. He circles it with his thumb while he kisses you, sending a thrill through your body. Your moan is swallowed in his mouth.

Too eager to pretend to be coy, you place your hands on his belt. It was hard to form a single coherent thought let alone trying to undo his belt while he was kissing you like he was, but you manage to slide the leather through the buckle and start to pull it through his pants loops triumphantly.

“Wait,” he says, catching your hands with his own. Kita pulls back abruptly, and you freeze at his sudden movement.

You blink at him dumbly, feeling cold where his hands had been and were no longer. Your mind spun from too much sensation. “Kita?” You asked, brows furrowing.

He’s catching his breath, face flushed, eyes wide. You adjust your bra back into proper placement. “Is everything alright?”

“Could you wait here for a second?”

Concern and confusion mingle together. “Sure,” you say slowly. “But where are you going?”

“Just,” he breaths. You’ve never seen him so ruffled. “Wait,” he says gently, and leaves the room. You stare at him, dumbfounded, half-clothed on your bed. There’s shuffling in your living room, but you can’t make out what he’s doing. For a brief second, a terrible thought enters you. Is he leaving? You think to yourself irrationally, but you quickly shake that thought away. Kita would never do that to you.

“Kita?” You say his name again, hesitantly, but before you could think something else awful, he rounds the corner. A surprised giggle leaves your mouth when you see what he’s holding. One of your decorative candles, the small flickering flame casting gold light on him. “My candle,” you say, nonplussed. He places it on your bedside table.

“Do you have music?” He asks, and the seriousness of his tone makes you laugh.

“Do we need music?”

He leans and places a kiss on the top of your head. “Please?”

How can you refuse that? You stand, amusement overshadowing your impatient desire, and head over to your Bluetooth speaker sitting on your windowsill. Taking out your phone from your pocket, you glance back at him. “Any requests?”

He shakes his head, still standing by the bedside table, watching you. “Whatever you’d like.”

“Pressure’s on,” you mumble, scrolling through your music. “How about a soft jazz playlist? Soul? Disco?”

He smiles at you. “Jazz sounds perfect.” And then, “You look like a painting in the moonlight.”

You flush at the unexpected compliment and fumble to click the first playlist you find. Your speaker fills the room with sparse piano and smooth sax. You glance back at him and he nods. You go back to your bed, kneeling on it. “Candles, jazz…all that’s left is a long-stemmed rose,” you quip, smoothing your hands over your pants. Kita doesn’t respond for a moment. You let your hands drop to your sides, puzzled by his solemnity.

“I should’ve gotten you flowers tonight,” he says.

You let out a fond sound. “I was just kidding, Kita,” you grin, shuffling closer to him. You can’t bear his forlorn eyes. “I don’t need flowers. I just want you to kiss me.” You tilt your head sweetly, knowing he couldn’t resist you. “Please?”

He groans when he leans down into you, pressing his lips against yours. You’re still grinning, and your teeth clacks gently against his as he moves over you, pressing you onto your back. The weight of him is luscious. You can’t count the number of times you’ve imagined this very moment. Your hands move between the both of you, eagerly slipping the buttons of his shirt. You bite your lips, placing your hands on his torso as his shirt falls open. “Thank god for all that field work,” you breathe, and Kita can’t help but laugh. “Seriously, look at you.”

“Look at you,” he says, framing your face with his hand. “So pretty, so sweet.” He places the most tender kiss on the tip of your nose, and you think your heart might burst. “My girl.”

It’s almost too much for you. Your fingers dig into his chest. “Please, please, take off your pants.”

Kita laughs again, kissing his way to your throat, leaving the softest imaginable bites on your collarbone. “In a moment,” he takes a deep breath. “You smell so good.”

You shiver as his breath fans over you. “I’m going to die. At least take off my pants.”

Kita shakes his head slightly. “Always in such a rush.”

“How can I not be?” You whine when Kita pulls away from you. “Hey.” You take in a shuddering breath, a sudden needle of doubt piercing you. “Do you not want to? It’s okay if you don’t,” you say quickly. “I’m just…getting mixed signals.”

He interrupts you with a long kiss, tongue swiping lightly over your bottom lip. “I want to,” he says, and when you look at him doubtfully, he rolls his hips against yours. You can feel the hard length of him pressing on you and it makes your mouth dry. “I want to.” He smiles at your expression. “But can I romance you a little first?”

You can’t process his words. You’re buzzing with need and something else. Something that makes your heart hurt. The idea that Kita wants to romance you…You think of the candle, the soft jazz. “Romance?”

Kita is back to kissing your neck and you sigh at the contact. “Romance,” he says against your fluttering pulse. “I want to do this right. I’ve been thinking about this so much,” he moans gently and you short-circuit, dazed at the words coming out of his mouth. “Thinking about you. You’re always in a rush,” he says, and when he bites your neck again, it’s not soft. It’s a playful reprimand. A sharp exhale comes out of you. You can feel him grin and kiss you again, featherlight. “But I need days with you, sweetheart. I need weeks.”

“You’ve been thinking about me?” You ask, voice smaller. You want to take it back immediately. “Sorry, I’m not fishing for compliments.”

Kita’s mouth is at your breasts, kissing your nipples through the lace. “I haven’t been able to stop,” he admits.

You want to make love to him so badly your legs start moving restlessly against the sheets. “I haven’t been able to stop, either,” your words are more breath than sound.

He hums against your skin, pleased. “Can you help me take this off?” He asks and snaps your bra strap lightly.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You arch yourself off the bed, hands awkwardly reaching behind you to find the clasp. You wriggle around, expression pinched in concentration. “Sorry. This is the least smooth I’ve ever been, I think.” But you unclip it and pull it off, holding it up proudly for him to see. “Ta-da,” you grin.

Kita’s eyes are frozen on your exposed breasts, your sweet, budded nipples. A gentle curse falls from his lips. His fingers deftly undo the button on your pants, stripping them off you in one long motion. You had, optimistically, put on a thong that matched your bra.

“Your turn,” you say. Delightedly, you watch him stand and kick off his pants. His black underwear is bent out of shape at the front. You feel a warmth between your legs, seeing how hard he already is. For a held breath, you both just stare at each other in your underwear. Your decorative candle fills the room with vanilla, the moon fills your room with subtle magic. You have to close your eyes at how striking he looks, how perfect.

The bed dips around you as he moves over you again. The urgency from before is changing into something slower. You open your eyes when you sense his face above yours. “Hey,” you whisper.

“Hi.” Kita places a chaste kiss on your brow and begins to make his way down your body. You gasp when his fingers tug at your panties. You lift your hips just enough for him to take them off. He pulls on the fabric leisurely. He begins to kiss your inner thighs, sweet kisses, biting kisses. His fingers drag along your skin, playing over you, but never giving you what you want. Not yet.

“It’s not nice to tease,” you say. You see him smile against your leg.

“I’m not teasing.” And then he kisses you right on your clit, tongue dragging lightly over your folds. You jerk up slightly at the sudden sensation, but his hands move to keep you in place. “You’re already so wet,” he breathes into your slick cunt, and his tongue circles you gently, glancing up at you to watch your expression. His mouth is almost lazy, tip of his tongue flicking against your sensitive center. He was taking his time just as he’d promised. You’re letting out little moans under his ministrations, hips rising up, trying to get as much sensation from him as possible.

Kita pulls back slightly, and you scowl. He raises a brow from between your thighs. “Be patient,” he says, before he slides two of his fingers inside of you.

“Shit,” you squirm, and he curls his fingers up in response. He’s watching you again, resting his cheek against your thigh.

“Does that feel good?” He places a kiss near your knee. “Tell me what feels good.”

“Fuck, there. Yes-- oh god, there,” a whimper is dragged out of you as his fingers expertly move inside of you. “That’s so good, you’re so good,” you mumble, a hand tugging on his hair. His free hand squeezes your hip. Your reach for a pillow behind you, sliding it under your head so you can watch him. “Please don’t stop.”

“You’re so pretty, such a pretty girl like this.” His face is flushed with pleasure, hunger in his eyes. You never thought such sweet words could sound so dirty. “Fuck, look at you. I wish you knew how badly I want you.”

“I have some idea.”

His mouth dives down on you with renewed vigor, sucking gently as his fingers shift in and out of you. Your hips bow up slightly, your moans growing louder.

“Fuck, Kita, fuck, that’s perfect,” you feel frantic electricity shoot through you, filling your core. Kita lays his tongue flat against your clit, letting you grind up into him, his fingers never stopping their motion. It’s almost embarrassing how turned on you are, how easily you’re falling apart at his touch. “You’re so good, shit, you’re—” your words are cut off by a moan, pleasure climbing, and his tongue starts circling on you again. You’re trembling, you’re getting close, you can feel the blinding orgasm building and you’re helpless to stop it.

But Kita does stop it. He pulls back, his fingers slowing, make you cry out in frustration. “That’s just mean,” you say, squeezing his head between your thighs.

“I said no rushing.” You’ve never heard him use this voice. He feels your pussy clench around his fingers and smiles.

“I need you,” you say, grabbing at his free hand. “Please.”

Watching Kita stand and slip off his boxers is a religious experience. Your imagination didn’t do him justice. He should be sculpted, or his likeness captured somehow. You can’t look away.

“You look nervous,” he murmurs, climbing on you again. “Are you nervous?” You shift back until your head is resting on your headboard.

“I’m halfway to orgasm is what I am.” You lean over to reach your bedside, opening the top drawer and taking out a condom. Kita snorts at your darting movements. He take it from you, and you watch him rip open the foil with his teeth before sliding it over his length. He lets out a soft moan as he rolls it down, fisting himself as he moves towards you. You watch him, stricken. You’ve never been closer to begging for something in your life.

“Is this want you want, pretty girl? You want me to fill you up?” The way he says the words should be a sin. You nod, not trusting yourself to speak.

He angles the head of his cock against you, pressing without entering. He takes one of your hands in his, twining your fingers together above your head. He forehead presses against yours. “I’m finally having you,” he says. You could cry at his wonderment.

“You have me,” you say, wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m yours.”

Kita lets out a shuddering breath and begins to thrust into you. He’s slow and careful, and your body takes and takes. He’s making small sounds, desperate sounds, like he’s trying to survive something. The pressure mingles with the pleasure, blending into something addictive. You want all of him, every night, forever. His eyes meet yours and emotion tightens in your throat. His eyes are brimful and glinting.

“Doing okay?” He asks when he’s buried inside of you. Involuntarily, you clench around him and his hips stutter.

“Better than,” you say. “This is the hottest moment of my life.”

Kita laughs, kissing you. You want to bottle his laugh. You scrape your nails down his back lightly, encouraging him to move. His hips begin to roll, slick and steady. There’s no snapping of the hips, no thud of him against you. All of his movements are careful, teasing and testing.

“You feel so good,” he says, face burying in your neck. “I feel like I’m dreaming, you’re so perfect.”

“That’s you,” you counter softly, and his next thrust jolts you a little. It rattles a breath out of you with its force. “Shit, how are you so good at this?”

Kita doesn’t reply. Instead he leans back, lifting your hips up and sliding a pillow under you roughly. The new angle stretches you, feeling him deeper than before. He’s watching you keenly, watching your eyes shut and open with different movements. He takes one of your legs and lifts it to his shoulders, holding your calf with his hand.

You find a rhythm together, a perfect friction. Your moans are echoing through the room, and he pants as he thrusts into you again and again. You can feel your own slick dripping down your thigh and ass. The orgasm he had refused you earlier starts to come rolling back as he finds the perfect angle inside of you.

“Kita,” you say. Technically, you cry it out. You watch him lick his thumb and start to massage your clit again, shooting lightening through you. “Oh god, thank you,” you babble, overloaded by sensation. “Please never stop.”

Kita’s eyebrows are pinched together, focused on you. You’ve never been fucked so intently, so thoroughly before. He’s catching every single one of your reactions and adjusting, shifting, drawing out your pleasure.

Every movement is bringing you closer to your undoing. Both your bodies are covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You see Kita look upwards briefly, as though praying. The sight of him getting close brings you right to the edge.

“Shinsuke,” you sob out. “Shin, please.”

At the sound of his name on your lips, his pace turns punishing. You cry out as you slams into you, thumb rubbing desperately over your clit, begging you silently to let yourself go beneath him.

“You’re doin’ so good,” he says, voice beginning to slur. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re so good for me.”

You’re pleading mindlessly, near to sobbing, and Kita angles you a couple inches higher. In the back of your mind you thank all the strength his past volleyball days and hours doing hard labour has granted him. He’s starting to lose himself, eyes hazed and unfocused. His body is almost silver in the moonlight, not of this earth.

You’re shaking under him, unable to even hold up your hands to grab him as he fucks you. You’re barely aware of the noises you’re making, the words you’re begging him with. Kita doesn’t relent.

It’s a thrust like any other but it snaps the thread of tension in your body. The anguished sound you make probably wakes up your neighbours. You’re trembling, your orgasm pouring over you like hot light through your bones. The pleasure is so sharp it’s almost violent.

Your body writhes, squeezing him as you come and you watch him fall into pleasure with you, thrusting inside of you with a deep, shattered groan. He’s still holding onto your leg, shaking with his release, pressing his cheek against your leg. When he looks at you again, he’s almost shy. You wish you could frame this moment.

You both catch your breath for a minute before Kita settles your leg down, squeezing your thighs. He pulls out of you, achingly slow, and you want to wrap your arms around him and hold him to you endlessly. You whine as he starts to move away.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, and stands a little unsteadily, going to discard the condom. You sigh, head lolling into you pillows, face still buzzing. You hear a tap and when he comes back, Kita has a glass of water for you. You take it gratefully, taking two large gulps before handing it back to him. He takes a small sip and sets it down.

“What now?” You say, a yawn coming over you. You feel sated and warm, a new layer of comfort and familiarity discovered between the both of you. He chuckles before yawing himself.

“Do you need to use the washroom?”

You can’t imagine getting up. “Maybe in a sec.” You pause. “Can you hold me?”

He smiles and slides down next to you, draping an arm over your body. He places a small kiss behind your ear and then, as though he can’t help himself, begins peppering your whole face in chaste little kisses. You’re giggling against them, loping your arms around his neck.

“What’s gotten into you, Shin?” That sweet little nickname makes his kiss you in earnest.

“Nothing,” he says. “You make me happy.”

Your heart might break from the tenderness. “You make me happy, too.” You place a hand on his face, feeling impossibly light.

After a moment, roll to your side and Kita holds you from behind, spooning you tightly, tracing patterns onto your skin. You hadn’t pinned Kita as a cuddler for some reason, and yet here he was.

You can hear city sounds from outside you window, the endless bustle of people in a place that seems to never go to sleep. Inside, however, your eyelids are slowly drooping. Kita’s breathing from behind you grows quieter and longer. Jazz is still playing over your speakers and you let it lull you into your dreams. There is a profound contentedness.

In the morning, you let Kita make love to you in the sunlight.

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[anyanary]

Him 🥺❤️

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[beann-e]

Honestly , you were someone that messed up his schedules and he didn’t like it

Unlike everyone else you weren’t someone that he could easily get over or just not pay attention to. You were someone that quite honestly upset and confused him. The reason being is that you mess up the schedule he’d been following since childhood and he simply can’t create a new one made specially for you because you ruin that one too.

Since childhood kita was always the person who liked to have a plan and have people follow that same plan. Quite frankly he enjoyed rules and strict guidelines having them in place secured his everyday life it made him comfortable to know that everyday would be exactly like yesterday.

You on the other hand were a person of adventure you enjoyed moving around and not sitting still.

Honestly sitting still was your enemy

You had a thing for always being on the go or having your mouth or even hands moving nonstop. This was something that he could never get used to you almost never sat still. It was like you were wasted on energy drinks and he was simply just the person who orders cold water and watches you. He felt like he was slowly becoming a victim watching with horror in his eyes as he saw you blaze with yet another burst of energy wondering where you’d gotten it from.

Kita knew this he knew you were always moving and so he tried his best to calm you down always putting on a movie that you both were interested in. Or something that you specifically picked out from the options he’d given you so he knew you would actually pay attention to it

Whenever you would ask questions which quite frankly happened a lot he would supply you a one line answer so you wouldn’t get the chance to engage in a full discussion with him only for it to turn into you begging for a hamster

When you cooked dinner he would calmly walk around the kitchen lining up the needed ingridents and getting them from where they were being stored and placing them right in front of you so you didn’t forget them sometimes he would deliberately place them in places you couldn’t find that way you had to ask him for help

Making him let out a sigh of relief that because you asked him where the salt was —that he put away —he would have salted fries and not ranch fries because youd gotten carried away in your search and forget what you were looking for in the first place

Though it was hard to keep up with you and sometimes you pissed him off with your inability to be calm for at least an hour.

Kita still loved you.

The reason being is that when you were finally tired at the end of a long , stressful, exciting day and you two climbed into bed after he finally got your racing mouth to power off and the words to spill out softer and quieter than they were earlier he found himself enjoying your company even more.

When you would sleepily look up at him from his chest and ask him for the third time that month if he believed in aliens only for him to start to answer and you ignoring him and quickly changing the question to would he still love you if you were an alien.

Him just letting himself go quiet and allowing you to speak for him explaining how you know he would because he’s loved you this long and your already a handful so he could deal with another. Your reasoning being that he has two hands and one of them is empty while he’s dealing with you in the other.

His heart fluttering when you finally close your eyes and go to sleep and he can have the calm that he’d earned and missed. That same quiet that he had longed for all day.

The sense of loneliness and the happiness of the five minute schedule he made and prepared himself for that day— that he looked forward to and waited for you to fall asleep so he could be rewarded. Only to realize that it wasn’t what he wanted.

He thought he wanted a plan. He thought he wanted everyone around him to follow his schedule —his rules —his way of doing things yet when night hit and you were finally asleep leaving him alone to the quiet of your shared bedroom that he had once grown use to hearing as a teenager.

His eyebrows only furrowed with a slight huff leaving his mouth as he prepared himself for what he was about to do next. His hands coming up to wipe down his tired face letting out another exhale of air before he shook you silently.

“ psst “

“ hmm “ your eyes struggled to stay open as he bit at his lip feeling bad for waking you up knowing you may be tired but he just needed to know that he wasn’t alone anymore that his life didn’t need to follow a schedule that it was ok to mix things up once and a while. He needed to be reminded that he wasn’t in charge of his schedule anymore— or of how his daily life played out.

You were.

“ y/n baby — come on you can’t go to sleep yet “

“mm kita why “ your voice came out soft and whiny your body tired from all the energy you’d used today

“ because what if I turn into an alien”

your ears perked up while your eyes blinked back the sleep they held earlier now listening to his words and preparing your own argument.

“ did you forget about me? “

He had you.

He knew he got you.

He just needed to add his finishing touch “ your so mean y/n leaving me to wonder if you’d still love me — I bet you wouldn’t“ he sighed “ guess i’ll just go to sleep now — knowing my prize possession, my love , my one and only, my respectable alien wife wouldnt love me as an alien “

Him turning over on his side away from you and smiling when your once sleepy form now turned back into your earlier one. The energetic y/n he’d missed was now clawing at his back with apologies and reasons of why you’d still love him even after he was an alien as if he was gonna turn into one tomorrow

Honestly , you were someone that messed up his schedule and he liked it

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[b1cr1ptic]

KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (T_______T ) ♡

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[universalistotalis]

IMAGINE ME THIS... (HAIKYUU!!)

What if you caught the golden eyes of Kita Shinsuke staring at your figure but as soon as you whipped your head to his direction, his eyes left you and he pretended not to care?

You blushed so badly at what happened. He was your long time crush and you were so close to giving up your feelings for him. It's highly unlikely that he'd feel the same.

Maybe there was a bee in your hair? (Lol Flipped reference, yes, i know). There was no way he would stare at you right? RIGHT?

You went back to your business as if nothing happened.

But little did you know that meters away from you was a breathless and blushing Kita Shinsuke. His heart was hammering in his chest at the millisecond meeting of your eyes.

"Calm down, Shin. What the hell." He whispered while subtly stealing a glance at you again who remained oblivious of everything.

--

Masterlist!!

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[chososleftboot]

Atsumu, make sure you eat and sleep - Kita

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[xtsundere-princess]

Me: *there's no such thing as love at first sight*

Watch Haikyuu Episode 19 and see Kita Shinsuke for the first time..

Also me:

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[mothersleep-16]

imagine being kita’s cute little housewife, making him meals, cleaning all day and prancing around the house as your husband works in the fields. making him he best dinner he has had in a lifetime, cleaning everything and making the counters shine, you wait patiently as you do you everyday duties before your husband comes through the door. sweaty from the sun and tired, he sits down at the table and sighs.

“hi shin!” you squeal as you rush towards your husband and give him a hug and a kiss

“hello my little lamb, how was your day?”

“it was good, i made dinner- your favorite!”

“oh thank you my little lamb but i’m a afraid it will have to wait.” he said as he stands up

“wha-?” you say before being gagged by shin’s fingers and flipped over on the table. you gaze up to your husband and find him removing your lacy sundress and eying your naked body below him. he smiles at the sight and says:

“i’ve had a hard day an your goin’ to fix that, alright?” he says as he wraps a strong hand around your throat, awaiting the answer he craved

“of course sir.”

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[pockyxx]

“ is he bothering you? ”

s. kita x fem! reader

genre: fluff. tw. harassment

Being in a relationship with Shinsuke was nice; he was such a gentleman and was always giving you his love and support. Although, you both had agreed to display those emotions in private. Which was a bummer for Suna, who desperately wanted his seemingly robot of a captain display any form of emotion. 

The day had just begun and the boys volleyball team and they were about to start their first match at Nationals. As their manager, you had taken their water bottles, about to fill them up while they stretched. 

You were minding your own business when you felt someone tap on your shoulder. Spinning around, you expected it to be your boyfriend or at least one of his team mates but instead it was a stranger in casual cloths. 

“Can I help you?” You asked nervously, your body stiffening. The water bottles started feeling heavy in your hands, hoping the boy would say something along the lines of; ‘sorry I thought you were someone else.’ 

“Oh, no. I just wanted to tell you that you’re really cute.” He scratched the back of his head, he looked like he was old enough to be a third year, or even maybe a university student. 

“Thanks, I guess.” You were almost frozen, trapped in his glare as his demeanor became more sinister. 

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be out here all alone.” He mentioned and you realized that you were in the empty hallways, with only pervy stranger looming over you. 

“I have a boyfriend.” Saying those words brought you a sense of confidence, that maybe, just maybe, he’d leave you alone. It didn’t work, though. 

“Well then, he doesn’t have to know, does he?” With that, he placed his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You snapped away, telling him to stop and to leave you alone. 

He was much bigger than you though, and much stronger as well. He placed one arm on the wall, cutting off your attempt to leave. In surprise, you dropped one of the water bottles. 

You gulped, feeling tears start to prickle your eyes. This was the one situation you always feared of being in. 

“Is he bothering you, honey?” An angel had appeared. It was the sweet voice of Shinsuke. You gulped, your scared eyes sending Kita enough of a message. 

Even though Shinsuke was shorter than the other boy, he was much more intimidating. 

“I’d suggest letting her go.” Kita narrowed his eyes and his glare was intense enough to send chills down the other boy’s spine as he removed his arm from where it once was. 

You ran over to your boyfriend, standing behind him, holding onto his arm. The other boy tried to keep a tough appearance but Kita wasn’t done with him quiet yet. 

“You really are a disgusting person, what type of sick person makes girls uncomfortable like that?” The fact that his voice was still monotone made Shinsuke seem much more of a threat. “I’d keep away from her if I were you.” 

Now, his voice was more animistic, almost like a soft growl. The stranger’s face turned a ghostly pale before he turned around and quickly walked away. It was just you and Kita now. 

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, warm, love filled eyes stared into your own, “he didn’t do anything to you did he?” His tone had shifted completely from just a second prior. 

You shook your head, burring your face into the crook of his neck, wrapping your arms around him. A familiar comfort washing over you. You knew you would be safe with Shinsuke. 

“I’m grateful you came when you did, Shin-chan.” You mumbled before removing yourself from him to pick up the water bottle you had dropped. 

“Well I’m grateful you’re okay. The game’s about to start, let’s get going.” He smiled, placing your hand on the small of your back and guiding you back to the court while also keeping you close. 

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[kaysayshey]

eyes grown weary || s. kita

summary: nothing lasts forever, and kita is here to pick up the pieces of your broken heart. a piece written for @vs-redemption's 1000 follower event, the captain collaboration. cindy, congratulations again on your milestone! it is well-deserved, and i am very glad to have you as a friend.

warnings: mentions of suxcide, mental health struggles.

a/n: this is a very personal write for me. i imagine kita as a very supportive partner in this situation, almost in the way that my partner was for me. if you or someone you know is struggling with these kinds of thoughts, please reach out to the national suicide prevention lifeline.

recommended listening:

four last songs II. september by richard strauss

friends by bts' v and jimin

no one tells you what happens after you die. frankly, it wasn’t something you ever took the time to think about. you were in your mid-twenties, and to say you felt invincible wasn’t a totally untrue statement. life was beautiful, providing sunshine and light and brilliance in the little things.

until it wasn’t. because for everything in this world, there is an end.

you knew of his struggles – we all have our cross to bear, and your best friend was no exception. but losing him? how do you reconcile a loss like that? the moment you got the call, your world stopped. there is something to be said about shock, how desperately it pulls the air from your lungs. how the sobs come out as choked screams, the tears burn at your skin. clawing at your skin, trying to replace the hurt in your heart with a physical reminder that you were alive, this wasn’t a dream. god no, it was a nightmare.

where you once felt magic surrounding you was now the blackness of loss. how you wished you could’ve held his heart in your hands, safeguarded him from the pain of this earthly existence to keep him walking the path of the light. but we are but humans, and your savior complex couldn’t protect him from himself.

“darling.”

a soft voice interrupted your intrusive thoughts, the singular pet name enough to make your heart ache.

“oh, shinsuke, i, uh,” you began, flicking the tears from your face. it seemed as if they would never stop, that your skin would be permanently lined with faint, red tracks. as if on cue, your partner settled next to you on the bed, one hand reaching to your cheek, the softest caress against your sensitive skin. the other rested against your back, slow circles rhythmically making their way up and down against your tense muscles.

“you don’t have to explain anything to me, love. i know,” he replied simply, warm brown eyes meeting your with such tenderness that it brought the tears back to the surface. at the sight of your wet lash line, kita gently pulled you to his chest, your head settling under his chin. the gracious affection, his everlasting patience during the grieving process had you weeping unabashedly in his embrace. all the while you cried, your partner hummed lowly against you, hands running a familiar path on your back.

“i j-just don’t understand, shinsuke,” you whimpered, words muted by his chest. “why couldn’t I save him?”

kita’s ministrations froze, lean body tensing at your words. gingerly, as though you were made of glass, he took your face into his hands, eyes glossy with such concern that it hurt.

“darling,” he began, one thumb stroking your cheek. “this wasn’t your fault. I know how much you cared, how much your friendship meant to you. but sweetheart, there was nothing you could do.”

his lips met your forehead, chaste. lingering with feeling, warmth, safety. and you wept, in part due to the overwhelming grief. but another half of your heart slowed, as though the rapid, pulsating pain could be soothed by the simplest of compassion. that kita shinsuke would keep your heart nestled in the safety of his love.

“he knew how much you valued his friendship, my love. and he’ll continue to know that. the gods will make sure of that. but please,” he trailed off, voice hushed as though anything louder would hurt you, “please, sweetheart, don’t blame yourself. you’re so good, so loving. he knew that. we all know that. for me, honey. please.”

a hand clasped around yours, bringing it to his lips. pressing feather-light kisses to your knuckles, to your fingertips. your palm. the underside of your wrist. intertwining your fingers with his, bringing it to his chest, settling your hands together above his heart.

“i love you, darling. please don’t forget that. and I promise, we will get through this.”

you nodded, the faintest upturn of your lips enough to bring a sigh of relief from shinsuke. you would get through this.

you didn’t know where you were going or how you would get there. but those memories would follow you until the very end. and kita would make sure you made it there, safe and sound.

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