the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author’s note : shinsuke being a gentleman he is EHEM boys take notes okay. IM LOVING this slowburn, giggling and shi while im writing this 😭 also, will be writing for atsumu and osamu soon so..EHEM be ready
- part l, part ll, part lll, part lV, part V, part VI,
( PART VII : UNDER THE SAME ROOF )
the gymnasium buzzed with a different kind of energy that morning. banners were half hung, stacks of chairs lined up against the wall and students hurried in and out with boxes of water bottles, clipboards and towels. the upcoming volleyball tournament wasn’t just another school event it was the event of the season.
as inarizaki boys team ran warm-ups, y/n stood near the entrance with a checklist clutched tightly in her hand. her prefect badge gleamed under the fluorescent lights, and the whistle around her neck bounced lightly as she moved, giving out short, sharp instructions to some juniors who looked like they might accidentally set the banners on fire.
“no, the posters for team placements go there not beside the scoreboard,” she said firmly, pointing to the wall. despite the chaos, she was steady. organized. she thrived in this kind of atmosphere. but her composure wavered slightly when her eyes instinctively drifted to the center of the court.
kita stood there, as he always did straight backed, composed, giving out quiet directions to aran and the twins. his presence alone anchored the entire team. nothing about his expression betrayed the pressure of leading the team in front of the whole school. he didn’t need to raise his voice, a single look from him was enough to straighten the boys out.
their eyes met briefly, unintentionally but long enough for her stomach to flip. “manager!” suna called out, pulling her attention back. he had that usual lazy smirk on his face. “we’re short on towels. think you can work your magic?”. she shot him a look. “i already did. they’re in the storage room. maybe if someone actually looked instead of whining—”
he raised both hands in mock defense, chuckling. “scary. captain, your manager’s terrifying.” kita didn’t respond with words. just a glance at suna quiet but firm and suna sighed dramatically before jogging off toward the storage room.
y/n couldn’t help the small laugh that slipped out. kita’s eyes flicked to her again for a fraction of a second, and this time, she was the one who looked away first. the tournament prep dragged on through late morning. announcements were made over the intercom, classes were paused, and students poured into the gym to decorate and cheer. as the final match of the day loomed closer, the gym transformed into a sea of noise.
y/n moved toward the scorer’s table, double checking the equipment. she didn’t notice kita approaching until his shadow fell across the clipboard. “are the lineups final?” he asked, voice low enough that it didn’t get lost in the noise. she looked up at him. even standing still, he had this commanding aura that made her straighten instinctively. “yeah. i confirmed them with the vice principal this morning. everything’s set.”
“good.” he nodded, but his gaze lingered for a moment longer than necessary, almost as if he was making sure she was holding up just as well as everything else. “what?” she asked, a nervous laugh slipping out. “do i have something on my face?”
“no,” he said simply. “you look… prepared.”
her breath hitched. coming from kita shinsuke, that was practically a confession. before she could form a response, the gym doors opened and the sound of students cheering filled the space. the tournament was about to begin.
throughout the match, y/n stayed near the sidelines, recording scores and assisting where needed. but every so often, her gaze found its way back to the court to him. the way he served with precision, how he communicated with his teammates with just a glance, how he moved like he belonged there.
and then it happened. during the final set, a hard spike from the opposing team sent the ball flying off course. it ricocheted toward the scorer’s table toward y/n. she didn’t have time to react. before she could even flinch, kita was there.
in a blur, he’d moved from his position, arm outstretched, stopping the ball just inches from her face. the impact echoed through the gym. a hush fell over the crowd for a split second. his eyes met hers closer than they’d ever been. breath short. heartbeat loud.
“you okay?” his voice was low, but there was something in it. not just captain-like concern. something sharper. more personal. she nodded quickly, her face burning. “y-yeah. i’m fine.”
the moment lingered longer than it should have, the air thick between them, before aran’s voice broke through the silence. “captain, we still have a game!”. kita pulled his hand back immediately, stepping away like nothing had happened. but
y/n could still feel the ghost of that moment the way he’d looked at her, steady and unwavering, as if nothing else existed around them.
the game ended in inarizaki’s victory. cheers erupted, students swarmed the team, and the gym filled with celebration. but even as y/n smiled and congratulated the players, her thoughts kept drifting back to that single instant.
under the same roof, surrounded by noise and people… something between them had quietly, unmistakably shifted again.
the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author’s note : AHHH IM FINALLY BACK GONE FOR 1 MONTH I LOVEEE THIS CHAPTER, THIS GUY LEMME TELL YALL HE’s A YEARNERR AND WEE LOVEEE MAN WHO YEARN😛😛😛😛😛 i know for a fact kita it is a yearner YALL CANT TELL ME WRONG I KNOW MY MAN
- part l, -part ll, -part lll, -part lV, -part V
PART Vl : IN THE QUIET MOMENTS
the classroom was quieter now, the soft scratching of their pens the only sound breaking through the stillness. outside, the late-afternoon light shifted from golden to amber, the sun dipping lower against the horizon. y/n stretched her arms above her head, groaning softly.
“ my hand’s going to fall off at this rate.”
kita glanced up, pen poised in his hand. “Then take a break.”
she huffed a laugh. “you say it so simply, like the project will finish itself.” “it won’t,” he said plainly. “but it won’t get finished if you burn yourself out either.”
there it was again that blunt honesty of his, never sugarcoated, yet strangely grounding. she leaned back in her chair, watching him flip through another textbook. his fingers were precise, never fumbling as he smoothed down a page or adjusted the neat stack of notes between them.
“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you slack off once,”
y/n murmured, more to herself than him. his eyes lifted briefly to hers. “it’s not in my nature.”
her lips curved. “maybe that’s why everyone listens to you.”
something flickered in his gaze at that, but instead of replying, he returned to underlining another line in the book. for a moment, she wondered if she’d imagined it the subtle shift in his expression, the way his jaw eased ever so slightly, like her words had landed somewhere deeper than he’d let on.
the silence returned, but it wasn’t heavy. it was… comfortable.
she leaned over, their shoulders nearly brushing as she peered at the notes he’d written. his handwriting was as disciplined as he was, neat and sharp, each character perfectly formed. without thinking, she whispered, “of course even your writing is perfect.”
kita paused, his pen hovering just above the page. slowly, his gaze turned to her steady, unflinching. y/n froze, realizing what she’d said aloud. “i— i didn’t mean—”
“you notice everything,” he interrupted softly.
her breath caught. the way he said it not as an accusation, but as a fact made her heart thud against her ribs. before she could respond, the door slid open with a sharp rattle.
a figure stepped inside. it was one of their classmates, eyes darting between the two of them seated closely together at the desk, papers spread in a way that looked… far more intimate than academic
“oh,” the classmate said, a teasing lilt in their voice. “so this is where the captain spends his afternoons.”
y/n’s eyes widened, heat rushing to her face. “it’s not— we’re just working—” but kita didn’t flinch, didn’t stumble over an excuse. he simply closed his notebook with calm finality and met the classmate’s gaze.
“do you need something?” he asked, tone polite but firm.
the classmate smirked, clearly satisfied with whatever conclusion they’d drawn, before waving a hand dismissively. “nothing at all. don’t let me interrupt.” and with that, they slipped back out, leaving the door half-open behind them.
silence filled the room again but it wasn’t the same silence as before. this one thrummed with tension, with the unspoken weight of being seen.
y/n scrambled to gather her notes, her voice quiet. “we should… probably finish this tomorrow.”
kita didn’t stop her. he only watched as she packed up, his expression unreadable. but as she moved toward the door, his voice followed her, low and steady.
“they’ll talk,” he said simply.
she paused, glancing back at him. “and… does that bother you?”
a beat of silence stretched. then,
“no,” kita answered. his eyes held hers, unwavering. “because i know the truth.”
her chest tightened, and she turned quickly, slipping into the hallway.
but her heart wouldn’t stop racing not because of the classmate’s interruption, but because of the way kita had looked at her when he said it.
when ricefarmer!kita looks for a volunteer to help him out on the fields for the summer, he doesn’t expect to fall for them.
a bit of nsfw, mdni | ft. kita shinsuke
ricefarmer!kita who needs some extra hands during the summer for planting and managing the rice fields, so he posts an online ad to request the help of volunteers in exchange of free meals and lodging.
ricefarmer!kita who comes across your profile, there are no pictures but you’re straight to the point in your application. he doesn’t even know if the person behind this faceless resume is a man or woman, but you seem to have some past experience from summers spent at your uncle’s farm and he needs someone who knows what they’re doing.
ricefarmer!kita who’s surprised to see a gorgeous stranger standing on his door step when he expects his new volunteer to arrive. he thinks you got lost before realizing that you are the volunteer in question.
ricefarmer!kita who’s impressed by how precise and dedicated you are to your tasks. how you quickly fix your mistakes and don’t hesitate to go above and beyond for him. you rarely complain and you’re easy to get along with. he feels comfortable around you.
ricefarmer!kita who wonders if he’s the only one feeling the way he does, when it’s just the two of you eating dinner after a long, hot day. how his heart beats so fast when you’re around him that he feels like you can hear it. how he enjoys being in your presence so much, the sound of your laugh or the way you beam at him when he compliments your work.
ricefarmer!kita who feels awful falling for someone he’s technically hired. he feels like a creep, like it is illegal for him to harbor these feelings.
ricefarmer!kita whose heart feels like it is going to burst when you kiss him out of nowhere. it’s late at night, and you both had a couple drinks after a tiring day. he’s always been so focused on bottling up his own feelings, that he’s never noticed the way you look at him.
ricefarmer!kita whose hands go straight to your waist, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss. your lips are warm and sticky against his. it’s hot, it’s wrong but it feels so good.
ricefarmer!kita who lets out a broken moan when your hand travels down his torso, looking for the buckle of his pants. he’s lightheaded at your touch, desperate for it.
ricefarmer!kita who whispers sweet things to you as you suck on his heavy balls while stroking his cock. he cannot believe he has such a beautiful and hardworking person on his knees for him, treating his cock like their personal toy.
ricefarmer!kita who comes all over you a few minutes later, screaming out your name, then grabs your face to lick off the leftover cum.
ricefarmer!kita who freaks out internally the next day, wondering if he went too far. but he could never go back to the way things were, he doesn’t want this to be a one time thing. he likes and wants you too much.
ricefarmer!kita whose mind is put at ease when you confess that you’ve liked since the first day you met, and that you also want more. you don’t want this to just be a summer fling.
ricefarmer!kita who, 6 years later, walks into his house after a long day out in the rice fields, to see you, his now-spouse, preparing dinner with your two kids attached to your hip.
———
i’m thinking about writing a longer version of this… also if kita opened his own workaway program i’d 100% apply lol
can i ask for kita shinsuke, first time with him yk? if that would be fine 🙂↕️🤭
inbox #15: first time with shinsuke kita
cw: MDNI, nsfw, explicit content, fem!reader, virginity loss, tit sucking, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, fluffy smut ig
wc: 1.5k
a/n: it's more than fine! thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy it <3
the soft hum of the air conditioner was the loudest thing in kita's apartment, a stark contrast to the thumping in your chest. you sat on the edge of his bed, hands clasped tightly in your lap, the fabric of your sundress suddenly feeling too flimsy, too revealing, even though you were still fully clothed. kita was across the room, carefully folding a freshly laundered shirt; a pristine white button-down, of course. everything about him was precise, ordered. it was part of his charm, part of what drew you in, but right now, it just highlighted the chaotic mess of nerves swirling inside you.
you'd known kita for years, first as the intimidating captain of inarizaki, then as a steady, comforting presence in your life. your relationship had blossomed slowly, like a meticulously tended garden. no grand gestures, just consistent, unwavering care. tonight, though, felt different. the air was thick with an unspoken anticipation that had been building for weeks, ever since that lingering kiss after a late-night study session.
he finished folding the shirt, placing it gently in his dresser. he turned to you, his gaze calm and steady, yet somehow it felt like it was seeing right through you. "are you alright, sweetheart?" his voice was a low, even murmur.
you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. "yeah. just… thinking."
he walked over, sitting beside you on the bed. the mattress dipped slightly under his weight, bringing him closer than you'd been all evening. his hand, warm and calloused from volleyball, rested gently on your knee. "about what?"
you looked at him, really looked at him. his brown eyes held a quiet understanding, no judgment, just patience. "about this. about… us. about… tonight." you stumbled over the words, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "i mean, i want to. i really do. it's just… i've never…"
he nodded slowly, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of your dress. "i know." his honesty was disarming. "i've never pressured you, and i won't now. if you're not ready, we can just… watch a movie. or i can walk you home."
the genuine offer, the lack of expectation, was almost enough to make you cry with relief and a strange sense of disappointment. but looking at his earnest face, the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, you knew what you wanted. "no," you said, your voice gaining a little more strength. "no, i want to. i just… i don't know what to do."
a small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. "it's alright, love. we'll figure it out together." he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek, and kissed you. it started soft, a gentle press of lips, but then deepened, his mouth moving expertly against yours, a slow, sensual exploration that sent shivers down your spine. his hand moved from your knee, tracing a path up your thigh, under the hem of your dress.
you gasped into the kiss as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. you leaned into him, your own hands finding purchase on his shoulders, then tangling in the short hairs at the nape of his neck. he pulled away slightly, his eyes dark with desire. "may i?" he whispered, his gaze dropping to your eyes, seeking permission.
you nodded, almost breathless. "yes. please."
he slowly unzipped your dress, the sound a soft rasp in the quiet room. he eased the straps off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your waist. you were wearing a simple lace bralette and matching panties. his eyes lingered for a moment, then he reached for the clasp of your bra, his fingers surprisingly nimble. the lace fell away, exposing your breasts. a wave of vulnerability, then a rush of heat, washed over you as his gaze held yours.
he leaned down, his lips brushing over your collarbone, then lower, until he took one of your nipples into his mouth. a jolt, sharp and electric, shot through you. you arched your back, a soft moan escaping your lips. his tongue swirled around the peak, suckling gently, sending tingles straight to your core. he switched to the other, his hand sweeping over your stomach, then dipping lower, tracing the elastic of your panties.
your hips instinctively bucked, a silent plea. he chuckled softly, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against your skin. "eager, are we?" he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you. his eyes were no longer calm, they held a smoldering intensity that made your breath hitch.
he shed his own clothes with a practiced ease, revealing a lean, muscular physique. you couldn't help but stare at his hard erection, thick and pulsing. it was bigger than you'd imagined, and a fresh wave of nerves, tinged with excitement, washed over you.
he moved between your legs, his knees on either side of your hips. he reached down, his fingers finding the dampness through your panties. he slipped them off, then used a single finger to gently part your folds, a soft gasp escaping you. "relax," he whispered, his voice a low thrum against your ear as he kissed your neck. "let me help you, baby."
his finger slid inside you, a slow, deliberate press. it was a strange sensation, a fullness, a stretch, but not painful. you whimpered, your body tensing instinctively. he pulled back slightly, his thumb rubbing over your clit. the pressure was exquisite, building a delicious heat. "easy," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your ear. "just breathe."
he kissed you deeply, his tongue mimicking the rhythm of his finger. he moved his finger in and out, slow at first, then picking up the pace, his thumb still teasing your clit. you were writhing, your hips lifting off the bed, a desperate need building within you. "shin… please…" you gasped, not even sure what you were asking for.
he pulled his finger out, and you felt a sudden emptiness, quickly replaced by the sight of his hard dick hovering between your legs. he guided the tip to your entrance, pressing gently. the sheer size of him was daunting, and you tensed again.
"it's alright," he said, his voice a little rougher now, his own breathing quickening. "just breathe into it, okay?" he leaned down and kissed you, a long, deep kiss, as he slowly, carefully pushed.
you felt a sharp, stretching pressure, a sudden, unfamiliar fullness. a tear pricked the corner of your eye, a mix of pain and the overwhelming intensity of the moment. you gasped, clutching at his shoulders. he stopped, holding still, his body trembling slightly above you. "too much?" he asked, his voice strained.
you shook your head, biting your lip. "no… just… keep going."
he eased forward again, inch by agonizing inch, until the head was fully inside. your body screamed in protest, then slowly, miraculously, began to adapt. you felt a tear escape, tracing a path down your temple. he waited, his forehead resting against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "you're doing so well," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion.
then, with a final, deliberate push, he was fully in. you cried out, a mix of pain and a strange, overwhelming sense of completion. he was deep inside you, filling you completely, a delicious, searing heat. you could feel the stretch, the fullness, the way your body was molding around him.
he began to move, slowly at first, shallow thrusts that sent waves of sensation through your core. each movement stretched you, then filled you, the friction building rapidly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more. your hands gripped his ass, urging him deeper.
"fuck," he groaned, his control slipping, his thrusts becoming stronger, faster. he was a piston, driving into you, his hips slamming against yours. your moans grew louder, mixing with his grunts. your clit was being exquisitely stimulated with every thrust, and you could feel yourself spiraling, closer and closer to the edge.
"shin! oh my g—" you cried out, your nails digging into his back. your body was a coil of pure sensation, tightening, tightening. he met your frantic pace, his eyes closed, his face a mask of intense pleasure.
then, with a final, powerful thrust, your body convulsed around him, a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washing over you. you screamed, a raw, guttural sound, as your virginity shattered into a million sparkling fragments of ecstasy. he cried out your name, his own release following swiftly, a hot gush deep inside you.
he collapsed onto you, his body heavy and slick with sweat, his breath ragged against your neck. you lay there, trembling, your body still humming from the aftershocks. the air conditioner still hummed, but now it was a gentle lullaby. you felt utterly spent, completely exposed, and undeniably, wonderfully changed.
he shifted, propping himself up on his elbows, looking down at you. his eyes, usually so composed, were soft, vulnerable, filled with a deep tenderness. he reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "are you… alright?" he asked, his voice still hoarse.
you nodded, a soft, contented sigh escaping you. "more than alright," you murmured, your voice hoarse. you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling his head closer. you kissed him then, a slow, sweet kiss that tasted of sweat and sex and something new, something profound. "thank you, shin."
he pulled back, a soft smile gracing his lips, his eyes full of tenderness. he kissed your forehead, then your cheek. "always, love."
the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author’s note : it’s been a while, i love writing this chapter 😛 i hope everyone is doing well, i have an upcoming exam so please wish me luck ! ><
-part l, part ll, part lll, part lV
A STILLNESS ONLY HE KNOWS ( PART V )
kita shinsuke had never been one to dwell on unnecessary thoughts. if something needed to be done, he did it. if something needed to be said, he said it. simple as that. his life was built on routines and habits that kept him steady, unshaken.
but even in still water, a ripple sometimes formed.
he noticed it again that afternoon in class. y/n sat two rows ahead, head bent over her notes as the teacher droned on about exam strategies. her pen never faltered, lines of neat handwriting filling the page. he’d seen it countless times before, her precision, her focus, the way she organised everything with quiet discipline.
it reminded him, in an odd way, of his own routines. the predictability of it, the steadiness.
when the bell rang, students scattered in bursts of chatter and laughter. kita packed his things at his usual pace, neat and deliberate. aran called for him, but his eyes lingered on y/n as she stacked her textbooks, carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. a simple gesture, but it held a kind of grace that made him pause before standing.
at the gym later, she was already there, clipboard in hand, checking over the roster and practice drills. “you’re early again,” he said as he approached, not accusing, just stating. she glanced up, smiling faintly. “so are you.” he hummed at that, not pressing further. still, he noticed the way her smile lingered before she returned to her notes.
practice went on as usual , atsumu’s energy bounding across the court, osamu balancing him out, aran’s steady hits, suna’s sly commentary. kita observed it all, sharp eyes catching every detail, every slip in form. but when his gaze drifted toward the sideline, it found her again.
y/n was watching closely, jotting notes, occasionally calling out reminders in that clear, firm voice of hers. she wasn’t loud like atsumu or playful like suna. but when she spoke, everyone listened. he respected that.
halfway through a drill, atsumu shouted, “manager-san, did ya see my serve just now? perfect,right!”without missing a beat, she replied, “It was out by three centimeters.”
the court erupted in laughter. atsumu groaned, osamu teased him, and even aran chuckled. kita only allowed himself the faintest lift of his mouth but his eyes, just for a moment, softened as they flicked to y/n. she hadn’t said it to be cruel, she had said it because it was true. that was her way. and that, to him, was admirable.
when practice ended, and the others filtered out in groups, kita stayed behind as usual to put things away. y/n was still there, gathering papers, stacking stray towels, quiet but purposeful. he walked over, picking up a stray water bottle left on the bench. “you work too much,” he said plainly. she glanced up at him, eyebrows lifting. “says the captain who never leaves until the gym is spotless.” his lips curved barely, but it was there. “fair enough.”
silence stretched between them, not uncomfortable, just present. she tucked her clipboard under her arm, looking toward the darkening sky outside the gym doors. for a moment, kita simply stood there, watching her in the fading light, steady as ever and yet, somewhere deep inside, that ripple stirred again.
he didn’t name it. he didn’t need to. for now, it was enough to notice.
I was going to ask for some soft and sweet things about Kita even a headcanon would be fine
inbox #9: having him as a boyfriend means... with shinsuke kita
cw: none, this is pure fluff!
wc: 735
a/n: your wish is my command, darling! <3 i might be trippin when i tell you this but— i feel like kita sits somewhere between ushiwaka and keiji in terms of personality idk but that's what guided me when writing this haha hope i haven't mischaracterized him that bad and hope u like it!
having kita as a boyfriend means finding comfort in routine. your dates often revolve around simple, comforting quality time. a quiet afternoon at a local café, where he'll always remember your preferred drink and order it for you before you even ask. "your usual, right? i remembered." or a walk through a park, where he'll point out interesting plants or the way the light hits the leaves, finding beauty in the everyday. he'll never rush you, always letting you set the pace, his hand gently finding yours. "it's a beautiful day... are you enjoying our walk, darling?"
having kita as a boyfriend means having a silent protector by your side. he's incredibly observant. if you shiver slightly, he'll be taking off his jacket and draping it over your shoulders before you can even properly feel the cold. "there you go, sweetheart... you look a little chilly." if you look tired, he might gently guide you to a bench or suggest heading home to rest. he anticipates your needs with such quiet grace. "you seem a bit worn out. let's go somewhere quiet, or perhaps home?"
having kita as a boyfriend means receiving gentle compliments. he isn't one for flashy compliments, but when he does offer one, it feels incredibly sincere and meaningful. "you always put your best effort into everything. i admire that about you." it's often about your character, your effort, or something he genuinely appreciates about you. he'll notice the small things, like the way you focus on a task or how you make someone else feel comfortable. "that color suits you well, darling. it brings out your eyes." (he'd say this so softly, almost like a secret.)
having kita as a boyfriend means feeling the warmth of his hands. he might not always hold your hand, but when he does, it's firm, warm, and incredibly reassuring. it's not a squeeze, but a gentle, steady presence that makes you feel completely safe and cherished. sometimes, he'll just rest his hand on your lower back when you're walking together, a subtle way of keeping you close. (no words, just the feeling of his warm palm against yours, a silent promise.)
having kita as a boyfriend means receiving practical acts of love. his love language is absolutely acts of service. if you mention having a busy week, you might find a perfectly prepared bento lunch waiting for you, or your favorite snacks neatly arranged. "i noticed you were busy studying, so i made you a small meal. please eat properly." if you're struggling with something, he won't just offer advice; he'll quietly help you find a solution or offer to take some of the burden. "is there anything i can do to help you, love? don't hesitate to ask."
having kita as a boyfriend means finding comfort in his presence. sometimes, you don't need to talk at all. just being in the same room as him, reading or working quietly, is enough. his presence is so calming and steady... you can feel his quiet strength, and it makes your own anxieties seem a little smaller. he'll occasionally glance over, a soft, almost imperceptible smile gracing his lips if he catches your eye. (he might just hum a little tune, or offer a gentle, "are you comfortable?")
having kita as a boyfriend means hearing his quiet encouragement. when you're feeling down or unsure of yourself, he doesn't give you empty words, but a "you've always worked hard. I have no doubt you'll succeed." instead. he reminds you of your capabilities, your past successes, and the effort you always put in. his belief in you is unwavering and grounded in reality, which makes it all the more powerful. "take your time, sweetheart. you'll figure it out, just as you always do."
having kita as a boyfriend means enjoy the morning rituals. waking up next to him is peaceful. he's usually an early riser, but he'll stay in bed a little longer just to watch you sleep, or gently stroke your hair. he'll often have a warm drink ready for you when you finally do stir. "good morning, love. i made you some tea. did you sleep well?"
having kita as a boyfriend means feeling deeply loved, respected, and incredibly safe. his affection is a steady, gentle current that runs through your life, enriching everything it touches. it's a quiet, profound love that you wouldn't trade for anything.
the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author’s note : is no one writing for kita anymore cause I BARELY SEE HIM HERE 💔 COME ON GIVE MY KITA SOME LOVE 💔 hmm its a little short but trust me on the next part IM WORKING A LITTLE HARD FOR IT.
-part l, part ll, part lll
-BETWEEN BITES AND BANTER ( PART IV )
the bell rang and the cafeteria emptied in waves. students funnelled out into the hallways, the chatter thinning into smaller pockets of voices.
y/n balanced her tray as she returned it, then adjusted the strap of her beg over her shoulder.
she caught sight of kita ahead, walking with aran and akagi towards their classroom. his pace was steady, purposeful, like always. for a fleeting second, she almost hurried to catch up but before she could, atsumu fell into step beside her with a grin that promised trouble.
“so, ya enjoyin’ yer lunch dates with our captain now?” atsumu teased, his voice pitched low but mischievous. y/n nearly tripped.
“ lunch..dates ? it wasn’t-“
osamu cut in smoothly from her other side.
“ ignore him, he just can’t stand the thought of someone stealin’ kita’s attention.”. “i-“ she sputtered, at a loss for words. then suna appeared just behind them, his tone as lazy as ever. “ she doesn’t need to steal it. kita-san gives it to her anyway.”
her steps faltered. the boys were smirking like a pack of wolves, clearing enjoying themselves far too much. “i don’t know what you’re all talking about” she said firmly, willing her voice not to shake.
but atsumu only leaned closer, his grin wide. “oh, ya know exactly what we’re talkin’ about. the way he looks at ya? captain shinsuke don’t waste his words unless they mean somethin’.” her cheeks burned, and she quickened her pace. “You’re imagining things.”
“mhm..” osamu hummed knowingly. “sure.”
by the time they reached the stairwell, kita was already waiting at the top, his expression unreadable as his gaze landed on the three boys flanking y/n. for a moment, none of them spoke. then, in his quiet, commanding way, he said. “you’re late.”
the twins and suna snickered, clearly caught. they mumbled half-hearted excuses before slipping off ahead. y/n, flustered, started up the stairs, but kita’s voice stopped her. “You shouldn’t let them bother you,” he said, eyes steady on hers.
she swallowed, nodding quickly. “i don’t.” there was the slightest pause, then he inclined his head. “good.” and just like that, he turned and continued up the stairs. but y/n’s heart didn’t slow down until long after they returned to class.
the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author’s note : why can’t i have someone like kita in my life🙂↔️🙂↔️🙂↔️💔💔💔💔 AGRHEH MAY THIS KIND OF LOVE FIND ME
- part l , part ll
— LITTLE THINGS ( PART lll )
morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of class 3-7, warming the tops of desks stacked with textbooks and neatly arranged notes. the classroom was alive with quiet chatter. aran laughing at something akagi said, couple of students trading flashcards for review, the rustle of pages as everyone settled into the day.
y/n sat by the window, her pen moving with practiced ease across her notebook. her lines were sharp, her writing orderly, but her mind wasn’t entirely on the ink flowing across the page. it circled back, unbidden, to the words from the evening before. “ thinking is fine. worrying too much isn’t “ .
kita had said it so simply. as if the weight in her chest could really be brushed off that easily…
“y/n-san.”
her head lifted, startled. standing by her desk was kita himself, posture straight, uniform crisp, as though even the morning couldn’t catch him unprepared. “yes, kita-san..?” she answered, keeping her voice steady.
he set something folded neatly on her desk. a white towel, clean and faintly scented with detergent. “ you left this in the gym yesterday.”
her eyes widened a fraction. she hadn’t even noticed “ oh..i didn’t realise.”
“you were distracted.” kita said matter of factly, as though it were no more than a weather report.
heat crept into her cheeks before she could stop it. distracted, yes..but by him. not by the towel. she reached for it quickly, smoothing the edge between her fingers. “ thank you, i’ll be more careful.”
kita give a single nod, then returned to his seat at the front, sliding into it without another word.
for most people, it would have been nothing. but for y/n, the simple act felt heavier than it should. the way he noticed the small things, the way his words cut straight to the truth. she let out a quiet breath, folding the towel against her lap, trying to calm the small rush in her chest.
across the room, aran leaned back in his chair, watching with raised brows. “y/n chan…” he said in his deep voice, grin tugging at his lips, “you sure our captain isn’t giving you special treatment?”. akagi snorted from the desk beside him. “aran, don’t start.”
y/n shook her head quickly, hiding her face behind her notebook. “he was just returning something i forgot”. still, as she glanced once more at the neatly folded towel, she couldn’t help but think. kita shinsuke doesn’t miss anything, does he?
aran leaned back further in his chair, balancing on two legs despite the risk of toppling over. His grin was teasing, warm. “still, it’s not often he does something like that. lucky you, y/n-san.”
y/n pressed her lips together, her pen tapping lightly against the page. “it’s not like that. he’s just…thorough”. akagi chuckled, flipping open his textbook. “that’s kita for you. notices everything. if the broom in the gym was leaning the wrong way, he’d be the first to fix it.”
the room chuckled at the truth of it, but kita, sitting at the front with his notebook already open, didn’t react. he simply wrote down the date at the top of the page, lines neat and deliberate.
y/n let her eyes linger for a moment longer than necessary before quickly looking down at her own notebook. her heart beat a little faster, though she couldn’t say why. the chatter faded as the teacher entered, and soon the scratching of pens and the turning of pages filled the room instead. y/n focused on her notes, her handwriting flowing in perfect rhythm but she felt the faint weight of something else. a glance, maybe, from the boy at the front who rarely wasted words.
and when the teacher asked a difficult question, y/n hand shot up almost instinctively. she answered with calm precision, her tone steady, her logic airtight. when she finished, there was a small pause before the teacher nodded in approval. aran gave a low whistle under his breath. “ambassador of character and brains,” he muttered, impressed.
from the front, kita spoke without looking back, his voice even. “that’s normal for her”. it wasn’t praise, not exactly but y/n felt her cheeks warm anyway. coming from him, those three words meant more than a dozen compliments.
she ducked her head, hiding her smile behind her notebook. sometimes, the little things were the hardest to ignore.
the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
— part l
— BETWEEN THE LINES [ PART ll ]
the squeak of shoes and the rhythmic smack of the ball greeted y/n as she stepped inside the gym. the air smelled faintly of varnished wood and sweat, familiar, grounding.
“ manager-san !” atsumu’s voice boomed almost immediately. he jogged over with that grin plastered on his face, towel draped around neck.
“yer late, we were wonderin’ if ya ditched us today.”
y/n lifted her clipboard, expression composed.
“ i had to finish class notes and i’m not late. you started early.”
“ehh, technicalities,” atsumu huffed, before osamu smacked the back of his head on the way past. “quit botherin’ her. she actually does her work, unlike ya.” , osamu muttered, earning a scowl from his twin.
y/n only shook her head lightly, making her way towards the benches. she set her bag down neatly and flipped open her clipboard, scanning through the attendance sheet and practice drills. the motions were automatic, comforting. her way of keeping order in the chaos that was inarizaki.
from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of kita at the far end of the court. his movements were unhurried, precise, picking up stray volleyballs, arranging water bottles in a neat line by the wall. the captain’s aura was different from the others. he didn’t need to raise his voice, his presence was enough to keep everyone in line.
“manager-san !, can ya note down that aran’s spiking getting better ? he’s on fire today!” atsumu hollered across the court, earning a glare from aran himself. “ don’t exaggerate,” aran shot back, though his cheeks coloured slightly at the praise.
y/n dutifully scribbled notes, hiding a small smile. this, this ordinary noise, this blend of bickering and discipline was her comfort zone.
as practice wound down, players began drifting out one by one, tossing casual goodbyes. suna lingered, giving y/n a sly smirk as he slung his bag over his shoulder. “don’t stay too late, y/n-san. captain’s scary enough without an audience.”
y/n frowned. “he’s not scary.” suna only chuckled, waving lazily before disappearing out the door. soon, the gym was quieter. aran was the last one to leave, patting kita’s shoulder as he passed. “don’t overdo it, shinsuke. see you tomorrow.” and then it was just the two of us.
the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, it never was with kita. y/n busied herself with stacking clipboards and gathering towels, her movement precise. still, she felt the weight of his gaze, steady and unreadable as he swept the floor in slow, measured strokes.
“you’ve been sighing a lot lately.” kita said finally, his voice even, almost casual. but coming from him, it felt like a spotlight.
y/n froze, fingers tightening around the clipboard “..have i?..”
“ yes, since last week” he answered simply, as though stating a fact. his eyes met hers briefly before returning to the broom. “ something, bothering you?”
y/n swallowed. her heart felt too loud in the quiet gym. kita’s way of noticing things was both comforting and unnerving. he wasn’t nosy like atsumu, or teasing like suna. he just saw, and when he spoke, there was no escaping it.
“ i guess i’ve just… been thinking a lot.” she forced a small smile, adjusting the basket. “graduation, exams, future stuff.”
kita stopped sweeping. he leaned the broom against the wall and straightened, brushing his palms together. “ thinking is fine. worrying too much isn’t.”
the words were plain, not dressed up, but they landed heavier than they should have. that was the thing about kita shinsuke. he didn’t need to say much. one line was enough to cut through all the noise in her head.
y/n exhaled slowly, lowering her gaze. “…you make it sound so easy.”
“ it isn’t easy,” kita replied. his tone hadn’t changed, still calm, but his eyes lingered on her this time. “ but if you’ve done your part, then the rest will follow. that’s how it’s always been.”
for a second, her throat tightened. she wanted to say that’s why I admire you. she wanted to say that’s why I’ve liked you since last year. but the words stuck, heavy and unspoken.
instead, she nodded. “ i’ll…keep that in mind.”
kita gave a single nod, as though the matter were settled. then he picked up the broom again, sweeping the last stretch of floor in silence.
y/n returned to stacking clipboards and baskets, her mind anything but quiet. when the gym was finally in order, kita pulled the doors shut behind them.
the evening air was cooler now, tinged with the faint scent of grass. they fell into step side by side, the weight of the day settling in their silence
It was just another walk home.
just another evening and yet, her chest ached with the things she still couldn’t say, the things she still couldn’t say.
the quiet, unspoken bond between two people who find comfort in each other’s presence about fears, ambitions, and the courage to be honest, even when words feel heavy.
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ starring : kita shinsuke x fem!reader
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ genre : romance, slowburn (?), fluff
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ author note : hello everyone ! im fae and i’m new to the community 🫣🤍 english is not my first language incase if there’s a grammatical mistake please do let me know. my favourite character from haikyuu is kita shinsuke and oikawa tooru 🙏🏻 i have been in haikyu community for a long time but this is my first time making a fic and so on. i hope you like this fic 🙂↕️🤍 more parts about to come, so stay tuned ! xoxo.
— JUST ANOTHER EVENING [ PART l ]
the late afternoon sun bled through the windows of inarizaki high, painting the classroom walls in soft orange. the hum of chatter had already thinned out, most students had rushed home or to their clubs. on the third floors, in class 3-7, y/n lingered at her desk, her pen scratching the last of her notes.
y/n always stayed behind a little longer. some classmate called it “diligence” , others “discipline”. but for y/n , it was simply routine. being the head prefect, volleyball manager, and a student carrying twelve subjects meant her time was never really her own. still, she found comfort in order. straight lines, neatly stacked textbooks and the silent promise to herself that she would never leave a task unfinished.
outside, the faint echo of a volleyball hitting hardwood slipped in through the open window. y/n paused, tapping her pen against her notebook. the boys volleyball team must have already started warming up.
her chest thightneted just a little at the thought.she knew who would be there, the captain. steady, sharp-eyed, moving with the kind of precision that made everyone feel clumsy by comparison. kita shinsuke.
y/n shook her head, quickly closing her notebook as if the thought itself were something shameful to leave it out in the open. she slipped it neatly into her bag, her hands moving automatically. zip, fold, tuck, perfectly done.
when she finally stood, the classroom was empty, desks aligned in neat rows. the clock ticked past 5:10. she smoothed down her skirt, exhaled softly and left the room.
the hallways were quiet, the kind of quiet that reminded her graduation wasn’t far off. posters about university applications and career paths lined the walls, their slogans almost shouting: Your Future Starts Now. each time she passed them, she felt the same squeeze in her chest. law. that was her ambition. but ambition was heavy, heavier than the bag slung over her shoulder.
her footsteps echoed as she descended toward the gymnasium, her pace steady, her mind not. she adjusted her grip on the clipboard tucked against her chest, pressing it there like a shield.
The sound of the ball grew louder, sharper, until it filled the air around her. she stopped just outside the gym doors, watching through the narrow glass panel. inside, the team was mid-rally, aran calling out, suna smirking, atsumu barking orders while osamu rolled his eyes. and at the center of it all, kita shinsuke, calm and composed, not raising his voice, but holding the entire court together just by being there. y/n stood there for a moment too long, clipboard against her chest, before finally pushing the door open. 
It was just another evening. but even she could feel, deep down, that it never really was.
