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NEW PV RELEASED FOR TR SEASON 4!!!!

SEASON 4 IS COMING IN 2026!

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do you have any ideas/hc on how kazutora would pursue someone he's interested in?

Ok i was kinda imagining this as the reader being someone who visits the pet shop and Kazutora having a love at first sight thing going on. But here's how I could see that going

Spends a bunch of time pining first, everytime you walk into the pet shop he feels his face heat up as he can't help but sneak glances at you. 

Depsite having all those posters in his room and staring at people he found attravtive before, he actually get's quite nervous to pursue you. 

Also questions if he should pursue you/ if he's good enough for you (esp in bad timelines but he also questions this a bit in the good timeline too). 

It's Chifuyu (and Baji depending on the timeline) who actually encourage him to pursue you. They give him lot's of advice and pep talks and of course tease him a lot too

Always gives you warm greetings and looks genuinely happy to see you, one time he even jokingly said "seeing you is the best part of my day" (only he wasn't joking).

Will sometimes low key give you discounts too 

Offers to carry anything you're holding/ that you're buying from the pet shop. It's a very low key way of him showing he's interested in you.

Tries to make you laugh a lot (normally at the expense of Baji and Chifuyu). He always perks up when he manages to as well.

Asks you a lot of questions about your hobbies and intetests, after a while of knowing each other he suggests doing one of your hobbies/ something related to it as date ideas.

Likes complimenting you, the first few times he went red while doing it but get's more comfortable telling you his genuine thoughts about you as time goes on. He likes your smile best, it makes him instinctively smile too. 

At one point, when the two of you were discussing tattoos he tried to casually ask if you liked them (Baji and Chifuyu could tell he was pretty nervous of your possible answer though). 

Desperately wants to ask you on a date but finds it hard to find the right time, he ends up blurting it out one day, asking if you wanted to attend to festival with him. 

And finally, he was so happy when you accepted that he smiled the rest of the day and didn't even get annoyed when a rude customer was in the store. 

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Kisaki spends hours ranting about whoever keeps sticking googly eyes all over bad toman's hideouts, meanwhile Hanma nods along sympathetically while having 100s of these eyes in his pocket ready to use.

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Today is the day Baji did one of the most Baji things he's ever done. He studied for his tests, got frustrated, punched a random guy to calm down (saving the imposters in the process) then just casually walked away while practising English. "So crazy but so cool" really is accurate here

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Yall…im not okay

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managed to finally finally download love and deepspace on my laptop...first of all...wtf, it drained my battery from 82->27 so fast and it hasn't even finished downloading. Worth mentioning the laptop is brand new and the battery LASTS.

Secondly...the initial data download is 15GB?!

Put that on a console😭😭😭

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“open wide, sweetheart.”

you weakly open your mouth as ᴋɪᴛᴀ feeds you some hearty chicken and rice soup. his gaze is soft as he gently guides the spoon between your lips.

no matter how delicious it is, though, guilt quietly eats away at you.

“ya got work, shin,” you weakly protest as he settles in bed. despite wearing his usual, clean work attire of long sleeve overalls, he makes no notion that he’s leaving your side. waking up with a 38 °C fever and a pale, sickly complexion, you couldn’t quite hide your ailment from your love.

his brows knit together as he lets out a breathy, slightly disbelieving smile. “the farmhands got it for the mornin’. i’m doin’ somethin’ more important right now.”

and oh boy, kita absolutely loves to take care of you.

you welcome some more spoon-fed soup in your mouth, and no matter how much you wanna force him out for work, you secretly relish the attention. you secretly savor his gentle touch of moving your hair out of your face and tucking behind your ear.

“the soup’s good,” you murmur, “you didn’t have to do all this.”

he softly shushes you with a kiss to your sweaty temple. “my granny used to make it for me every time i got sick,” he explains, “always helped me.”

after you finish some soup and water, he helps you swallow some flu meds. “you’ve been workin’ too hard, angel,” he whispers as he watches you try (and fail) to fight sleep, “just rest for me. ‘s okay to rest, ya know.”

so as you finally concede to sleep, you can’t help but already feel a little better from the soup he made with love, and the warmth of his comforting arms around you, holding you close.

a/n: to my dearest fellow kita lover, @bakery-anon ᢉ𐭩

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kita’s sitting contentedly on the porch in sweatpants and a t-shirt with sleeves he very clearly cut himself. there’s a cup of cold tea sweating by his knee, moreso lukewarm by now, your bare feet in his lap, and a hummingbird chipping away at the fruit his grandmother spent the afternoon cutting.

the air smells like citrus rinds and fresh-cut grass. his thumb runs along the bone of your ankle, calloused from farm work but soft where it counts.

“you look real smug over there,” you say, squinting at him without lifting your head. “like you aren’t the idiot that spilled juice all over your shirt an hour ago.”

“ain’t smug,” he doesn’t look up, keeps thumbing at the arch of your right foot. “just comfortable.”

you hum. “comfortable with the idea of marryin’ me?”

that gets his attention. his eyes meet yours, adoration immediately settling in them. “that a proposal, or you just flirtin’ to get outta helpin’ with dishes?”

you smile, oh so sugary-sweet, “can’t it be both?”

the bird dips down toward the plate, pecks at a chunk of melon and flits away with it.

kita watches it for a second, then turns back to your feet in his lap. his thumb goes back to rubbing at that same little spot on your ankle — second nature.

“she said you were good luck,” he says suddenly.

you blink. “who did?”

“gran.”

your heart stutters. “she said that?”

“mm.” he shrugs like it’s nothing, but his cheeks are turning pink. “said the tomatoes grew sweeter this year, and she hasn’t yelled at that godforsaken neighbor in weeks. thinks it’s ‘cause of you.”

you snort. “i’ve been here, what, three times total?”

“apparently that’s all it took,” he says, serious now. “she likes you. really likes you.”

you raise a brow. “that surprising?”

kita sits up straighter, suddenly full of conviction. “yes. it is. you don’t get it — gran doesn’t like anyone. she’s sweet to their face, sure, but the moment they’re out the door it’s all ‘that one’s got no sense,’ or ‘he dresses like his mama never taught him how.’”

you laugh, leaning on his shoulder. “she said those things about the twins, didn’t she?”

“whispered it while ‘samu could still hear, too.” he shakes his head, sounding in awe. “but you? she lets you sit in her recliner. she makes you iced tea from scratch, not the jug mix.”

“boiled the leaves herself,” kita says, holding up a hand like he’s swearing in court. “haven’t seen her do that since my uncle’s birthday. not even for me.”

your foot slips off his lap, and he catches it again without missing a heartbeat.

“i mean it,” he murmurs, quieter now. “she loves you. and to me that’s… big. real big.”

your voice softens. “you care what she thinks?”

“course i do.” he looks a little embarrassed now, gaze not-so-subtly traveling down to your ring finger. “the woman raised me. it matters. a whole bunch.”

there’s a short pause. the cicadas kick up louder in the bushes right on cue, and the last bit of sun stretches long shadows across the porch.

“you know,” you say, voice as soft as the dying light, “you keep rubbing my foot like that and i might have to actually marry you out of obligation.”

kita huffs out a laugh, hands working at your calves now. “might?” he echoes. “actually..? even after all the things i’ve done for you today?”

“all you’ve done for me?” you push his face away with your palm, smiling ear to ear despite yourself. “i was the one who peeled the grapefruit. didn’t hear me complain when it squirted me in the eye did you?”

he grins. “my brave soldier.”

“damn straight.”

“but really,” he starts again, thumb pausing at your heel, “you ever think about it?”

“foot rubs?” you deadpan. “dream about ‘em.”

kita chuckles again, the joy you are to be around. “marriage,” he clarifies. “with me.”

“sometimes.”

he leans back onto his elbows, looking out toward the yard where the hummingbird’s darting back toward the fruit plate, stealing a melon slice.

“i think about it,” he confesses. “think about what flavor cake you’d want, if you’d wear your hair up or down. think about you in white. had a few dreams about that last one.”

you look down at your hands, gather them in your lap. “you’re too good at that.”

“too good at what?”

“sayin’ stuff that makes my heart feel all wobbly.”

he laughs, your favorite sound. “think your heart’s wobbly now — wait ‘til i get down on one knee.”

you stretch your toes against the inside of his thigh, playful. “if i was mrs. kita, you’d still be good to me if i hogged the covers, let hair go down the drain?”

“when you’re mrs. kita.” he corrects, palming your thigh now. “ain’t stopped me before.”

“those are boyfriend duties,” you say, hand over your heart. “sure you could handle wife-level chaos?”

“darlin’,” he says, nosing your cheek before he kisses it, “i’d carry your chaos around in my shirt pocket if it meant i got to call you mine.”

you groan. “enough of that, shin.”

his eyes crinkle at the corners. “hmm? of what?”

“i’m gonna start doodling hearts on my skin around your last name like we’re in middle school.”

he leans in, tucks the stray hairs from your face behind your ears. “go on and do it. looks good on you.”

“what does?”

his voice dips. “my name.”

you reach forward and tug at the hem of his cutoff, an attempt to cover up the shade of red you’ve quickly turned into within the past couple of minutes. “…can’t believe i’m fallin’ for a man who can’t cut even sleeves.”

“can’t believe you’re gonna marry him,” he teases.

you kick at him, yet you don’t bother denying it.

then you pad barefoot into cool floorboards, screen doors clattering shut behind you.

in the kitchen, the fan spins overhead. the scent of old wood and lemon cleaner clings to everything, comforting in a way you never expected a home to be.

you lean against the counter to rinse the peach-sticky plate at the sink, water running cold.

“dry towel’s hangin’ on the oven,” a voice calls.

you glance back.

his grandmother’s at the table, sorting green beans into a big metal bowl. her hands move like clockwork — snap, flick, drop — she’s done it a hundred times before. probably thousands. doesn’t look up, but the corners of her mouth twitch like she knows.

i see you. i’ve seen this before. i know exactly where it’s going.

you reach for the towel, dabbing at your arms.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to drip,” you mumble, guilty while the mess collects on the wood. “i’ll go wipe it up.”

“don’t fuss,” she clicks her tongue. “you’re fine.”

you hover there awkwardly for a second, unsure if you should offer to help or scurry back out. before you can decide, she sounds out again, hushed.

“he’s steadier with you around.”

your hand stills on the wool.

she drops another into the bowl. “always been a good boy. but you — you make him settle, not slow down. there’s a difference, there is.”

your throat goes dry. “that’s kind of you to say.”

“don’t say nothin’ unless i mean it.”

you bite your lip, eyes stinging. “i care about him.”

“i know,” she says simply.

silence settles again, thick like molasses. then she adds, so quiet you nearly miss it:

“and if he does it right, he’ll marry you on that back lawn under the dogwood tree, same as his grandpa married me.”

you swallow, unsure how to respond.

she finally looks up, meets your gaze square. “that sound alright to you, sweetheart?”

you hum, soft and teary. “sounds like a dream.”

“good,” she goes back to her beans. “now go on and tell him i ain’t pickin’ no more unless he gets his lazy behind in here and grabs the second bowl.”

“yes ma’am,” you nod, barely containing the smile.

outside, kita’s still on the porch, bent over the cups, humming under his breath — some old country tune he often falls back on when his hands are full and his heart’s even fuller. (like right now.)

the screen door thwaps shut behind you.

you bump his arm with your hip and whisper, mischievous. “you’re in trouble, shinsuke.”

“what? why?”

“she says you gotta help with the beans.”

he groans dramatically, flopping back like he’s wounded. “throw me to the wolves just like that?”

you grin, sitting next to him. “might be worth it to get in on her good side. gonna be mrs. kita, after all.”

his eyes cut to yours, boyish and in love. “might be sooner than you think. ‘m not just messin’ around when i talk about you bein’ my wife someday.”

“got a ring tucked behind them peach slices?”

“not yet,” he says. “though i do have a down payment on somethin’ shiny. if you’re patient with me.”

you smile so wide your cheeks start to hurt. “good thing your gran says i’ve got that in spades.”

kita’s fingers still on your palm, face softening.

“she’s right,” he murmurs. “always is.”

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ハイキュー!! TOUCH THE DREAM Pictures from the official account of "Haikyu!!! TOUCH THE DREAM"

How sweet are they?

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New bromides released for Ran's birthday!!!

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“You know…” Sylus murmurs as he shifts beside you, the soft rustle of sheets and the low hum of rain outside your window filling the quiet space between you, “I’ve been thinking about something.” He glances at you with that lopsided smile of his, the one that always means he’s up to something. Sweet, ridiculous, or both.

You raise an eyebrow, suspicious already. “That sounds dangerous.”

He chuckles, low and warm. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’ve ever put my full weight on you.”

You blink. “Why would you?”

“Because,” he drawls, rolling slightly onto his side, propping his head up with one arm while the other gently plays with your fingers, “I see you lying there, looking all warm and soft, like the perfect pillow, and part of me thinks… I’m just orbiting you, and every part of me wants to give in. To stop holding back and just… land.”

You snort, trying to stifle a laugh, but he’s not done.

“And I’d be warm, you’d be warm. We’d both win. I mean, sure, you might not be able to breathe for a second, but isn’t that the price of love?”

“Sylus,” you wheeze between giggles, “you’re literally over six feet tall. You would crush me.”

He feigns deep offense. “Crush you? Cradle you in overwhelming affection, you mean.”

Then, with no warning, he dramatically flops down on you, all long limbs and warmth, pinning you beneath him with just enough weight to make it feel like you’re being hugged by a furnace.

“See? Perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, clearly refusing to move. “This is love. I’m not moving for the next thousand years.”

You let out a muffled groan, arms instinctively curling around him despite the squish. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He grins, voice already growing sleepy against your skin. “I know.”

a/n: I NEEDED this after reading death and rebirth sylus chapter cuz wtf infold

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