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anon request for kita / post marriage life in your new tiny country house

you’re in the kitchen, a place that’s still a bit bare and lacking decorations, mixing together a side salad for dinner in the only bowl you could find. from the small window above the stove you watch kita out in the field, finishing his work of tending to the rice paddy for the evening. the sun’s just begun to set, hues of pinkish orange and yellow decorating the sky. you slide open the tiny window, creating a slot for you to yell your voice out into the vast space beyond the walls of your new home. “kita, dinner’s ready!” in the distance, you see his small figure stand up straight from its crouched position and give you a glove covered thumbs up. you leave the window open to ventilate the house, letting the breeze nick your skin and the cicadas become background music.

he returns to the house quickly, going to the bathroom to wash up as you set the table. your real dining table hasn’t came in yet—everything takes longer to arrive far out in the countryside—so you sit on the carpet in the living room where the low coffee table resides. kita returns from the bathroom, throwing his towel on the arm of the couch before taking his spot on the floor across from you.

“how’s the rice going?” you ask. you don’t know much about being a rice farmer, but you act invested in his work nonetheless. kita never fails to listen intently to everything you say no matter how mundane, so it’s only right you return the favor.

“it’s goin’ well. now that it’s the summer season, i have to work on managing the fertilizer and the water,” he tells you as he picks up his chopsticks.

as he scarfs down his food, worn out and hungry as he should be from a whole day of hard labor, you look around your new living space. the area is decorated by empty shelves yet to be filled, boxes piled high that still need to be unpacked, and dim evening lighting surrounding the two of you created by the only light source not still in the moving truck—the overhead light. lines of gold stream in through the windows, fully uninterrupted without any curtains put up. your plates are mismatched, and kita sips out of ice water from a coffee mug as you use chopsticks of different lengths. your socks are just as uncoordinated, since you’ve deemed it impossible to find a matching pair in the mountain of clothes that were rearranged in turbulence on the road.

“i can’t believe we really have our own house,” you say in between bites of pork belly and lettuce.

kita smiles in agreement. “it’s kinda surreal, isn’t it? sometimes i still forget we’re even married.” his wedding ring, a sleek silver band on his ring finger, shimmers as he moves to grab a side dish. you look down at your own, a perfect match to his. his last name, now your’s too, is inscribed along the curve. you feel a weird swell deep inside your chest as you look it over. not one that’s fluttering, not a fleet of love like you felt when you two were still teenagers crushing over each other. rather you feel something more permanent, something you know will be there forever as long as you two keep the rings on your fingers. a warm and comforting feeling—home.

your new home, the paperwork for it written under your shared last name, isn’t necessarily big. there’s nothing more than cozy cottages within the walls of the countryside. all the room has been saved for large expanses of fields filled with beautifully colored flowers and rice farms overflowing with fertility and growing life. you hadn’t expected you’d ever find yourself in a place like this, but kita brought you here and so you can’t bring yourself to mind it. even through simple things like these, sitting in a comfortable silence over a small meal in a tiny and empty home, everything feels right. like it’s all you’ve ever wanted and all anything was ever meant to be. maybe that’s because, and you realize this as you watch him sit across from you, that the man you’ve become newly weds with is the only part of your life you need to feel fulfilled. as long as he’s there, the time spent lousing around on the wooden front porch doing nothing and taking slow walks across long quiet roads is all worth it. and you can’t wait for every evening to come where it’s just him and you, in the solitude of your sanctuary, tending to rice fields and spinning salads under the sunset lights.

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Hi, i just wanted to say you just gained a new follower just bcs of that kuroo post with the song helium. Truly a chef's kiss, omgggg

Ty for writing it, I'm gonna kiss your brain

THANK YOUU 🫶🏽 enhypen is my ult group so i have to bring them into everything, i also may have another post for someone else with a different enha song cooking in my drafts

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your blog is so cute & i love your writing !!!

aww thank youuu your blog is super cute too!!

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❢◥ HAIKYUU!! ◆ KUROO TETSUROU ◤❢

BIRTHDAY APPRECIATION POST || 11.17 Shounen Jump Haikyuu!! Official PV Kuroo Version

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to kuroo, loving you is like breathing. it's unconscious, innate, something he was born to do. because he couldn't imagine life without being in love with you.

the instant kuroo met you, you took his breath away. your smile had him hooked, and before he knew it, he was falling harder and deeper the more time you spent together.

soon enough, your presence was integrated into his every day. without you, his heart is in the clouds. wandering and searching for his air became second nature to kuroo. it's in the way he instinctively looks for you in a crowded room. it's in the way your name is always brought up whenever he talks to his family, friends, coworkers. it's in the way you are the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last when he falls asleep.

when kuroo is with you, he wishes time wouldn't pass so quickly. he savors the moments of fleeting eternity in late night drives with the windows rolled down and a song on a shared playlist belted into the inky black expanse of the sky. it's just the two of you. even if the world suddenly came to an end, he'd be glad to be by your side.

because in every universe, kuroo was meant to love you. the air that keeps him alive—that's what you are. and with every breath of you that he inhales, kuroo feels like he's soaring. your love is helium.

a/n: inspired by enhypen's song helium! also nekoma's motto and enhypen's greeting both being connect? it's meant to be

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Today's kitchen hand

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i dont think this shot is gonna make it into the animation so here, enjoy the gif 🏐☀️

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Nekoma

Day 75

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Karasuno!!

Day 73 76 80 82

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"how do they not catch on?" oikawa complains as you guys walk out of the theater. "i mean, clark kent and superman literally look the same. it's like those cliche movies where the nerdy girl takes off her glasses and she's magically ten times prettier."

"i think it's quite realistic," you reply. "nobody expects superman of all people to be a dorky journalist."

you take a look at oikawa, who's sporting his own pair of glasses, and his usually swept back and styled hair is uncharacteristically messy, brown curls covering most of his forehead.

"besides it's not just the glasses, it's how clark presents himself. the tousled hair, the slightly oversized blazer, the awkward demeanor." as you're listing these features, you notice the similarities between the man of steel's alter ego and oikawa. "kinda like yourself right now."

at the last statement, oikawa's frown morphs into his typical self-satisfied smirk. "aww are you calling me superman? am i your hero?"

and there he goes again. you can't stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

"nah, your personality is more like lex luthor. a professional hater."

"hey! that was mean!"

a/n: inspired by the latest superman movie! if you haven't seen it, you're missing out

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🐈‍⬛

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he's finally here 😭😭😭😭

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bestie kuroo doing other stuff

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First art in this year

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[oikawa] two sides

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iwaizumi knows it's never a good sign when he hears the snickering of his former teammates. he should've figured they were up to something when they tried every trick in the book to distract him into blindly following them to an undisclosed location. he belatedly realizes their scheming as he stands with you in the archway underneath the conveniently placed mistletoe dangling above.

you look up at the small plant and then at iwaizumi. "i knew there was something fishy when oikawa told me that you needed help tying your shoelaces and that you absolutely couldn't leave your spot."

curse these stupid christmas traditions, iwaizumi thinks. yet there's nothing he wants to do more than kiss you.

his eyes are glued to a particularly interesting spot on the wall, and his ears are as red as the berries adorning the mistletoe. how cute.

"are you sure? we don't have to do this—"

iwaizumi is interrupted by your lips against his own. the sweetness of the kiss nearly sends him into overdrive as he tastes eggnog and peppermint flavored chapstick. it's intoxicating—the way he loses his breath to you has him weak in the knees. he holds you with just enough pressure to confirm that he isn't dreaming but light enough to conceal his thinly veiled desperation.

when you pull away, iwaizumi's face is flushed, and you can only assume yours is too judging by the heat in your cheeks. he fidgets with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, a rare nervous habit of his, before speaking.

"i'd like to kiss you again," he says slowly once he regains the ability to form sentences. "without the mistletoe.. or the audience."

iwaizumi glares at his former teammates peeking around the corner, and they quickly scurry away but not before sending him some exaggerated winks and loud whistles.

you smile sweetly at him and his heart lurches in his chest. "i'd love that."

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