wakatoshine - Tumblr blog

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Note

hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.”

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork.

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?”

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?”

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead.

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and

he offers one to you

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you

tiny

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.”

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck”

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL

2K notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Photo

the retrospective: alice’s 1k special || lover masterlist

matchup requests: CLOSED

@katsushimaa asked: congrats on 1k Alice!! i’m so proud!!! can i request a matchup for the event? my personality type is ENFP, my house is ravenclaw, five words for me: loud, optimistic, friendly, lazy, and happy-go-lucky, my hobbies are writing and playing vball, and partying sometimes, i usually go for a comfy look, and my fav beverage is milk tea!! thank you for this 💞

A/N: yssa! Thank you for all the encouragement - you were one of the first people who really inspired me to keep writing even when my motivation was not the best <3 ahh i still remember when we mutually freaked out over each other’s writing and it’s honestly one of my best memories here 💖💖💖 have a wonderful day!!! -alice

Your matchup is: Komori Motoya

How you met: At an MSBY fan meet. You’re a pretty big volleyball fan and enjoy playing the sport regularly. Somehow, you were lucky enough to score a ticket to the fanmeet for one of your favorite teams in the league (You’re torn between EJP Raijin and MSBY Black Jackals). The line for the event is pretty long, and while you’re waiting you strike up conversation with your line neighbor, talking about different players in the league He seems oddly familiar and you can’t really put your finger on where you recognize him from, since he’s wearing a facemask. It isn’t until you’re at the table shaking hands with Hinata Shoyo and you hear your neighbor go “Kiyoomi!” only for Sakusa to respond with “Keep it down Motoya.” Wait. Motoya..? AS IN KOMORI MOTOYA? Anyways, Komori sees your eyes widen as you stare at him in shock and sheepishly comments “Ah, you caught me.” At the end of the event you don’t expect Komori to ask you for your number, but the two of you exchange contact info. What can he say, Komori enjoyed your laid back personality + passion for volleyball.

Your first date: The two of you text back and forth for a couple days. His teammates and his cousins warn him to be cautious, but you’re always polite over text, and never pry into anything he feels uncomfortable sharing. He’s finding that he’s enjoying your company over text and calls, and feels that going on at least one date with you won’t do anyone any harm (if anything he’d be ecstatic if you agreed to go on said date). He asks if you want to have lunch at Onigiri Miya and you agree. You’re not really sure what to expect, but Komori surprises you by keeping the lunch super chill. He kind of forgot to tell you it was a date, so you don’t really realize until he’s like, “where do you want to go for our second date?” really casually and you both have a freakout moment where you realize none of you ever established this was a date? (You’ll laugh about this later.) Anyways, you settle your plans with him, with promises for an at home movie marathon next week.

Your first kiss: Very casual and spontaneous. Komori invites you over to his place, of course telling you to go through the back door of the dorms since he doesn’t want you to get caught up with any lurking fans or have your picture taken by the media (he doesn’t want to scare you off 🥺). But he gets really excited just waiting for you to come over so the minute he hears the doorbell ring he’s flinging his front door open and it kinda just happens? He’s on autopilot because he’s so happy to see you again so he doesn’t really think before he’s leaning towards your lips for a kiss. No tongue, but definitely longer than a peck, and it’s really sweet because he has an arm around your waist while his other hand cups your cheek.

Anniversary: If you’re okay with it, he’d like to go public with your relationship. While people have been aware for a while that he’s dating, he’s been careful not to reveal your identity before you’re ready, especially since volleyball fans can get really intense. The most he’ll do is include your silhouette or hands in some of his photos on social media, but for the most part you two enjoy your lives outside of the limelight. Of course, sometimes having to plan routes and bend over backwards to avoid the press + fans can get exhausting, so he asks if he can post a photo on your anniversary. It’s a very simple caption ‘thank you for 2 years’ and a selfie of you two grinning at the camera while holding up your favorite boba orders from a date a few months ago. Anyways after that all your phones/devices are on mute and the two of you enjoy a fun video game night with face masks and TLC. Of course the night is not complete without boba, snacks and some takeout. He takes way more selfies that are for his and your eyes only, because he loves having photos to remind him of all the happiness you’ve brought into his life.

How they propose: After a game, in the private waiting room/outside the locker rooms. Everyone who is important to you and him are there - his teammates, Kiyoomi (He invited Sakusa to the game and his cousin obliged bc he knew that this was an important moment), your friends and family (he’d sneakily given them all tickets + post-game special access passes to the game). You thought you were just doing the usual and heading towards the locker rooms to congratulate your boyfriend on his win before heading out for dinner. But instead when you reach the hallway, all your loved ones are standing there, and they are all holding up little posters that have photos from all your dates/anniversaries/years together with Komori on them. Once you’re close enough, they part like the Red Sea, revealing Komori, kneeling in front of you with a ring and looking at you with so much adoration in his eyes. He doesn’t even have to say anything, you’re already sobbing yes and tackling him into a hug.

What your wedding looks like: I feel like you two are both really nonchalant about the guest list/how many people come - like whoever can make it can make it. Of course, between the two of you being super friendly and keeping in contact with literally everyone, you send out a bunch of invitations (you swear Komori invites half of the V-league and then some) but it ends up being a really fun wedding! I feel like you guys would definitely be a summer wedding with a sunflower aesthetic - either there’s a field of sunflowers nearby or sunflowers are the centerpiece of your decorations. It’s a cheerful flower that represents your happy and shiny relationship :) Both of you would insist on having people play party games at the reception because you want to have fun at your wedding.

Newlywed/domestic hc: You and Komori become THAT brunch/party couple - you guys love hosting parties/gatherings for the EJP Raijin team, and also small get-togethers with high school classmates/teammates, family etc. You have a big house (courtesy of that V-league pay + your own job) and have multiple guest rooms + pull out couches for people to stay on. After your house clears out - the two of you will be cleanin out a guest room when he just says “Imagine when we can turn this into a playroom” or “imagine when this will be a little one’s bedroom” and you two just spend the afternoon imagining your future family together.

27 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Note

hey sam! can you do one of atsumu maybe? His s/o getting insecure and then him making them laugh?

this request is amazing. i think atsumu is the type of person who’s really compassionate??? so i liked writing this one!

‘tsumu knows you get insecure and paranoid easily.

he knows. he’d be getting swarmed by fangirls and would receive gifts and whatnot, and he’d see you out of the corner of your eye. you’d be alone, and you would feel inferior to those girls. of course, your thoughts would gain control of you.

you’d think that those girls are prettier than you, that they could make atsumu more happy than you ever could(because let’s face it, they give him so many gifts). he sometimes opened the bentos or the gifts in front of you and osamu, chuckling at the anime keychains or the handmade bracelets.

but when he finds you all cooped up in your room with blankets and his hoodie, he knows you had been crying. he knows, because he can tell by the look of your face. atsumu is very observant—honestly, i think people don’t give him enough credit—and he can easily notice your little changes in your behavior. the way you would avoid looking at him, the way you would say that you felt tired and didn’t want to walk home with him today, the way you’d ignore his stares in class or the way you would always look down at your shoes whenever a fan girl approached him. he would know something is wrong. and he’d put two and two together, and prepare something for you.

which is why he’s in your room, and he’s setting down the huge paper bag on your desk before he walks over to you. he crouches down, and then his voice becomes really soft as he says, “hey, baby. hey. i’m here, it’s okay.”

he would hug you for a long time before letting go. he’d just stay there with you, on your bed(and since he had brought your favorite snacks in the huge paper bag, the two of you would end up eating those while cuddling). you’d be sniffing and sobbing into his shirt—and it would hurt him to hear your cries, but he would run his hands through your hair. he would give you soothing back rubs. he would say the most comforting words in the most relaxing tones to make you feel happy.

your happiness comes before his(for him). no questions asked. he will go to lengths to make you smile.

when you finally calm down, he’ll ask you what’s wrong. you’d tell him, and his hooded eyes would just soften in the most domestic and protective way possible.

he would hug you, and tell you, “i know those girls give me a lot of gifts. but it’s not like i’m gonna just drop you and go date them instead, is it? i love you, and i love only you. i’m not in love with any of them. they don’t know me like you do. and they only like me for how i look—hell, they don’t even know that i like your mom’s food more than ‘samu’s. come on now, don’t cry. i love you.”

PROTECT THIS MAN AND DON’T CALL HIM SANGWOO BECAUSE I WILL CHASE YOU WITH A BROOM ACROSS A HIGHWAY TILL A CAR HITS YOU.

that’s all.

if you’d like to participate in onigiri night, then send me a soft ask(december 10-11)🥺💕

70 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Note

Im having a sakusa brainrot now, Ms.Diana, feed me pls 🥺🤲

119 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Text

not so secret... (hinata shoyo x reader)

summary: it was your first ever holiday season with your newly minted boyfriend hinata shoyo, and you couldn’t be more excited for what he had in store. sadly, your boyfriend wasn’t nearly as good at hiding secrets as he was at volleyball.

wc: 993

it was your first ever holiday season with your newly minted boyfriend hinata shoyo, and you couldn’t be more excited for what was in store.

the story of how your relationship came to be is quite entertaining. you thought about it quite often, seeing as though he had only asked you out four months prior.

you were a first year at shiratorizawa academy, he was a first year at karasuno high school. by all means, the two of you should have never crossed paths. fate brought the two of you together when he and his setter, kageyama tobio, had trespassed on your school’s property following the star volleyball player ushijima wakatoshi’s tail.

your eyes had bulged once you saw them. were they stupid? was ushijima stupid? at least ushijima should know how strict shiratorizawa’s disciplinary committee could be. you shrugged it off with a scowl. student athlete privilege really did exist.

sadly, you’d been standing in a relatively open space, and once ushijima spotted you he called out your name with a wave. you wanted to dig yourself into a hole right then and there.

for a second you had forgotten how the two of you even knew each other. he was the school’s star athlete and you were part of the math team. oh, that’s right. math. you were goshiki’s tutor.

“y/n-san, shouldn’t you be at the gym right now?” ushijima had asked you. you nodded, still too intimidated by the hulk of a man to respond.

one of the strangers whipped his head to face you. you stared at him openly, liking the way his fluffy orange hair had moved with him. he didn’t catch you staring.

“who are you? are you ushiwaka’s girlfriend?” he blurted, you vaguely remember him asking more questions but your brain had short circuited after the first one.

“m-me?” you had stuttered, “n-no, i just tutor one of the boys… in math,” you added, trailing off shyly at the end.

ushijima had nodded in confirmation, before asking you to walk the two intruders to the gate so he could alert goshiki of your arrival. you had complied. after you walked the two boys to the gates the orange haired one, hinata, had asked you for your number. he said that he also needs tutoring in math. you, being the kind person you were, gave it to him.

tutoring sessions had turned into group hangouts with his team (“you’re hanging out with karasuno?” goshiki once complained,”you don’t even hang out with us!” you decided not to tell him that you found his entire team terrifying). group hangouts turned into him waiting for you by the shiratorizawa gates so he could buy you meat buns from ukai keishin’s store and then walk you back to the shiratorizawa dorms. you never classified them as dates, but when ukai asked hinata one night if the two of you were dating and hinata hadn’t denied your perspective on the situation changed. maybe you were hinata’s girlfriend. he had formally asked you out that night. you had said yes. it was one of the best moments in your life.

that brings you to current times. as of right now, you were sitting across the table from goshiki in the library. you were completely spaced out, thinking of your orange haired boyfriend instead of the equations you were supposed to be helping goshiki learn.

“y/n,” he called, “did i get this question right?”

well that killed the romantic stupor you were in. there’s nothing better than teaching someone the quadratic formula when you could be spending time with your dreamy boyfriend outside in the snow drinking hot chocolate and eating steamed meat buns.

goshiki sighed, you were gone again. completely lost in your daydreams.

he reached across the table and poked your forehead.

“i can tell you’re out of it today, we only have a few minutes left anyways. you can help me with the rest of it tomorrow during lunch hour,” he said, packing his things up in his bag.

you thanked him and followed suit. the two of you parted ways and you headed towards the school gates where hinata was waiting for you. you hoped that he wouldn’t mind you getting there a few minutes early.

you heard him yelling a few feet away. you stopped to listen, even though your conscience told you not to do so.

“sugawara-senpai i did what you told me to! the jewlery store still had the little locket in stock so i just got it a few minutes ago! i think they’ll be really happy!” hinata shouted into his phone.

your heart sank. you were definitely not supposed to hear that.

there were two courses of action you could take. one, you could pretend you never overheard and just go on the mini date as if nothing have ever happened. the downside of this is that you would have to fake surprise when you opened the gift and you were awful at pretending. the other possibility was telling him you overheard and risk ruining his mood. you chose the second option, thinking hinata would appreciate the honesty.

you started walking in his direction miserably. he noticed you immediately and hung up the phone at the speed of light.

“hi y/n!” he greeted, “you didn’t hear anything right?”

you paused, looking at your feet before looking back up to meet his eyes. they were filled with nervousness and hope. you couldn’t do it. not when he was looking at you like that.

“hear what, sho-chan?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you grabbed his hands.

hinata hummed, looking away to blush.

“nothing! nothing at all. i was just talking strategy with suga-senpai and i didn’t want you to hear. we’re still rivals, you know?” he said, squeezing your hand.

you nodded, feeling very awful about yourself in the process.

hopefully you could keep your secret better than he tried to keep his.

christmas series tag list (send an ask to be added): @imtheseventhchicken @putmeinyourdeathnote @baakugous @lilacnoodles

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata x reader #wakatoshine christmas series

40 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Note

congrats on your milestone event!!! id like to request for kita soulmate!au with angst to fluff genre 👉👈 yknow sumn rejection shit bcs im hopeless like that wehee once again congrats! and i love your writing style :3

anon you’re gonna make me cry 🥺 seriously i’m happy you enjoy my writing and that you think my style’s okay! most of the time i go off of what kind of feelings i get when i’m writing or the imagery that comes up in my head and i’m never sure that it translates well enough for you guys to feel or see the same thing. hopefully as i keep writing then i’ll be able to show you guys what’s on my mind better when i’m writing! thank you again for requesting — seriously, it means a lot! and like always, you guys, don’t be afraid to come and talk to me on and off anon! your interactions mean a lot, especially for content creators! we love hearing what you all think, what you like/dislike about our work, what you think of certain characters — absolutely anything! come and talk with us more whenever you can 💕

writing for kita feels calming somehow. normally the things that come up in my chest or my mind when i write gets nearly overwhelming if that makes sense? like i’ll have to pause and remind myself to breathe because it takes up so much of my attention that i kinda get lost, but with kita, it feels more flowey to me. it’s not demanding but more like a gentle coaxing kind of thing or like looking at the surface of a calm river. i was initially scared to write for him because i was worried i wouldn’t get him right, but i feel satisfied with how this turned out, i think. i hope you guys will find it as calming as i found it too! it might not be exactly what you wanted, but because i had already written the rejection of a person for atsumu’s soulmate oneshot, i wanted to play around with kita’s character and make it instead the rejection of a concept/idea? which would indirectly lead to him... you know, rejecting his soulmate initially, but— ahhhhhh it might make sense to just read it!! these rambles keep getting longer and longer :v i’m sorry for that!! please go ahead and read and tell me what you think in the end! 💕

NOTNING MORE THAN HUMAN ➽ KITA SHINSUKE x READER

genre: angst to fluff

au: soulmate

warnings: none

shinsuke kita is human.

and of course, that much is obvious. he isn’t a machine that’s incapable of feelings and emotions, whose heart is unfamiliar with melodies of an overwhelming joy, or the quiet hymns of deep rooted sadness. his skin still burns under righteous fury and anger, his tongue still weighs heavy under hesitance and silent worries. at the end of every long day, he’s still human.

it’s because he’s human that the words on his collarbone feel so heavy, as if they might cave into the bone and destroy him under their weight. it’s because he’s human that the sight of black markings in the mirror clouds his mind with a new kind of fear and worry. shinsuke kita is human, but he’s long since taught himself how to abandon anxiety and nervousness. he surrounds himself in familiar routines that calm the turbulent voices of doubt, he builds habits that ground him to the earth lest he should be swept away by the current. shinsuke has taught himself not to be afraid for the things that will happen everyday, but meeting his soulmate isn’t one of those things he can prepare for.

it’s a strange concept, he considers to himself. shinsuke doesn’t believe in words like fate or destiny, doesn’t care for the higher powers that should judge his actions. as far as he’s concerned, his own will is what dictates where his life goes — he’s in control, and that’s how it’s always been for him. let the gods watch, if they must, but he’s already decided that he’ll live by what is right, and he wouldn’t dare falter in the face of it. and yet — and it’s such a strange thing for him to do so — he pauses under the notion of a soulmate, of a destined partner who’s supposedly bound to him for as long as he should live. at first, he hadn’t given the idea much thought; it wouldn’t serve any purpose to worry about something that would happen whether or not he wants it, he decided. the truth of it is inevitable, just as the leaves must fall in autumn and the earth should be buried under clouds of white in winter. shinsuke is human — what more can he do but to accept it?

the black words that spread across his skin like droplets of ink became the bitter seeds of doubt that he hadn’t felt in a long time. it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it? the sentence by itself is so bland, like something maybe aran or anyone else might say to him in passing, and at first, it didn’t shake him too much, until he was caught one day under a sudden summer storm. seventeen year old kita somehow found himself stranded beneath a small shelter, where the wooden covering could protect him more than his umbrella until the rain passed. it was nearly unconscious, but he somehow found himself on edge, his breath faltered with the harsh pitter patter of rainfall that tumbled from green leaves and tore ripples from the surface of the lake. shinsuke kita found himself with a stomach full of butterflies and a thundering heartbeat that stole him away from solace and calm, cast the peace that he would so often carry with him away and left him stranded among chopping waves. every trembling breath he took stung on cold air and left him with a burning feeling on his lungs. it’s unfamiliar in its presence and shakes him to his core, but shinsuke kita is reminded of his own humanity when he realizes that what he feels, is anticipation and nervousness.

and it’s an odd thing. as he becomes aware of it, he finds himself twisting his fingers together during spring time; he worries his bottom lip between his teeth during unexpected showers. he feels like a child who stands in line to ride a roller coaster for the first time in his life — wide-eyed and drowning in the millions of feelings that race throughout his body. the feeling itself is nothing new, though it’s unfamiliar and intense in its ferocity and demand, seizes his heart and squeezes so tightly that whenever it rains, he’s left breathless.

it’s almost enough to drive him mad.

his very foundation seems to fall apart with the thunder that rolls across grey skies. for every drop of rain that hits the pavement, he finds himself a jittery mess as his heartbeat tears through his chest. the man who taught himself to abandon his fears reverts into the young boy who watched out for god, for the higher beings who watched his every move. and the thought that comes with every brilliant bolt of lightning burns him just as hotly, invasive and demanding when it flashes through his mind on a single, low whisper:

will you be happy?

shinsuke kita is human. he learns as he sees and lives as he’s learned, and what he saw growing up was that soulmates were bounded together till death do them part. a connection that’s set deep in stone, never to be erased by unforgiving weather and to persevere during the cruelest of storms. it’s an inevitable reality that the gods designed, so that mortals like himself should dance on stage and tell them a story. but shinsuke knows that not all these stories have a happy ending.

there are plays that end in tragedy and loss, those that only knew memories of pain and sang with death’s violin. man becomes the actor to a play that he has no choice in and dances on the puppet master’s strings, he surrenders control and gives himself up to the music, and he has no way of knowing the end of it until the curtains should fall. shinsuke has never been one to lay down his will, and yet, as winter melts once more into gray rain clouds and scattered showers, he’s reminded of his mortality, of the fate that’s been sealed away in the falling of rain. shinsuke kita is human, and so he must, like all men do, bend to fate’s will and never utter a word against her.

and for a long time, the sentiment caused him to completely reject the idea of a soulmate.

that feeling of helplessness that would wash over him with the rain turned into a bitterness that crushed his lungs between tightened fist. the acceptance of an inevitable waltz — whether it be to eternal happiness or to a cruel melody — turned into rebellious loathing that spat in the face of destiny. it’s entirely childish in its tale, like a toddler throwing a tantrum because he doesn’t want to give up his precious toy. that toy is his control, the power he had to live his life by his truth, not by that of a higher being. he’s human, after all, and humans are selfish and resentful by nature.

he finds himself with a heavy chest today, as well, as he waits for the pouring rain to subside. the small shelter in the middle of the garden park is familiar, and carries with it the memories of his epiphany, the one that created thunder storms in his once tranquil heart, and for that, he hates this place. the sound of the rain hitting the roof is like nails scratching against the chalkboard; the sound of droplets hitting the lake like an annoying whining that he can’t get out of his head. shinsuke curses this little pocket away from the world with all the childish anger in the world — let it be damned that doing so wouldn’t change anything. for once, he let himself go on a petty grudge against the universe, and against that looming stage and its heavy curtains.

it’s nearly faint, but he picks up on the patter-patter of footfalls that quickly approach him, and he turns bronze coloured eyes to find your rain-drenched figure running for shelter under the little gazebo. you’re out of breath by the time you make it underneath, letting out an exhausted and frustrated sigh as you press your hands to your knees, and shinsuke finds himself sympathizing with the way you bitterly push your hair from your face. you’re an ordinary office worker, from what he can see; you’ve hidden what looks to be a messenger back beneath your coat, leaving you to tremble in a thin button-up. this day’s downpour had been sudden, unexpected as spring would soon surrender to the approaching summer, and he imagines that he would have been in a similar position as yourself had he not packed his umbrella beforehand.

a silence settles over the both of you that’s only broken by the heavy rain, but the presence of it is so soothing that shinsuke finds himself breathing on a lighter air. suddenly the smell of petrichor turns sweeter, the melody of raindrops melting into a distant lullaby, and for the first time, shinsuke feels his heart melt under an indescribable sense of warmth despite the weather. and when your eyes turn to find his, a helpless grin on your lips, he feels that warmth explode under summer fireworks and coarse throhgh his veins like liquid lightning.

“it’s raining a lot today, isn’t it?”

for the second time in his life, shinsuke has an epiphany under the shelter in the garden.

he feels every bit of resentment vanish on a sudden gust of wind, one that sends raindrops splashing against his skin, but he doesn’t seem to notice. not when grey clouds suddenly reveal to him pillars of sunlight that embrace your figure and makes you glow against a background of green leaves. the rain turns into something sweet and enticing, and it suddenly gives shinsuke this unexplainable urge to grab your hand and dance with you underneath the pouring showers, where he can hear your voice ring out on chimes of laughter and innocent bliss. in mere seconds, he manages to let go of the dark clouds that he’d unintentionally harboured on his chest, he let them burst with the weight of anger and childish fury so that they would hit the earth on giant droplets of rain.

shinsuke kita is human — he’s imperfect, mortal. he feels and he thinks and he speaks what’s on his mind. he can hate, and he can love: he can make that decision on whether or not to hold useless grudges and to curse a destiny he can’t change, or to welcome that inevitability with the willingness to learn and grow.

today, as he stands beneath a wooden shelter, hiding from the heavy rains, he decides to stretch his hand out and let the water hit his skin.

davi hits 200 followers — haikyuu!! au writing event! 💕

taglist: @aiiishiiiteru @bootylikepeachy @tsumue

send an ask to be added!

138 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Note

hello, kay! i hope you've been taking care of yourself well and that life has been kind to you for the most part. i want to ask, how do you feel about kita shinsuke? your akaashi is exquisite and incredibly characterized that i always find myself coming back to your stories should i need my keiji fics, and i realized that it would probably be really interesting (and beautiful) to meet kita through your words. no pressure, tho! as always, i am grateful for whatever you write. ♡ all the love x

you’re an absolute sweetie -- i hope you’ve been well too! i’m honestly at my wit’s end but we’ll survive somehow, right? ahahaha // i’m still incredibly flustered whenever someone mentions how much they like my keiji characterization -- he’s one of the ultimate comfort characters for sure! so thank you for giving my keiji fics that honor <3

i’ve definitely developed some love for kita over time! i love anyone who’s incredibly dependable -- my love language (that i’ve recently re-discovered) is acts of service and i can see him embodying that!

i got carried away: here’s ~1.7k of some hazy kita appreciation, or some strangers-to-lovers ideas sprinkled together. my brain has died from finals, but i hope you like this anon!

the first time that kita shinsuke even crosses your mind, you mistakenly think, “he’s certainly a bit dull.”

it’s not that you forgot he existed by any means -- the boy certainly carries a presence and emanates it in a calm, quiet manner. you just can’t remember him saying anything that wasn’t related to speaking out loud in class or social pleasantries. he’s certainly not much more than a blank canvas to you, and the only splotch of color thrown on is that he’s a member of your nationally recognized volleyball team. other than that, you know nothing else.

it all changes when you two are paired for classroom cleaning duties your third year.

when your homeroom teacher announces your name after his, you glance away from the window to the boy sitting diagonally in front of you to your right. his back sits upright, elbows bent to indicate he’s probably sitting with his hands linked on top of his desk, legs still and placed together underneath the wood. besides the two-toned grey and black hair, you would think he’d be the perfect poster child for japanese education.

the first morning of cleaning duties, you’re sprinting through the halls in your slippers, hoping that the student council president isn’t anywhere near your classroom. the subway was absolutely packed and nobody seemed to be in the usual pace of the morning rush, which caused some delays and for you to cut it very close. you slide open the class door with all the force you can muster, panting and out of breath with apologies falling off your tongue. unbeknownst to you, your brain had been expecting kita to give you a small smile and ensure that it was okay for your two minute tardiness -- instead, you were at the receiving end of a blank yet heavy stare, and seemingly scathing words of, “don’t be late next time.”

your second thought of kita is that he’s too rigid and austere for a seventeen year old. bitterness festers in your chest as you practically stomp towards your desk, setting your stuff down before you head to the erasers in front of the chalkboard. even though there isn’t much dust left on them, you’re searching for excuses to calm down and be a little more level-headed.

you’re so caught up in your thoughts and staring out into the open sky that you don’t register kita’s presence looming near. but it’s his timbre voice that startles you out of your stupor, though they’re nothing more special than, “you can sweep the other half of the classroom. i’m getting started on the desks,” and he walks away.

in gliding the bristles over the wooden floor, you take another peek at your partner for the time being. it’s hard to miss the way he methodically cleans each wooden surface, leaving no corner unwiped, no speck of dust lingering. something about it is somewhat endearing to you, a rather drastic juxtaposition to how you were feeling not too long ago. maybe you were wrong about him -- kita shinsuke might still be a little boring to you, but he’s just...diligent.

in home ec, you’re partnered up with ojiro aran (which proves to be in the best of your luck). but he’s good with small talk, and it’s not like you two have never spoken before. so three weeks later over the folding of meringue into the other batter, you decide to pop the question of, “what’s kita-san like as captain?”

aran can’t contain his muted surprise at your inquiry, seeing as you two rarely ever get into the details of his volleyball playing, much less so about his team. but it doesn’t stop him from giving a truthful answer, “he’s no nonsense, keeps everyone in line. we have some rowdy underclassmen and no one scares them more than shinsuke.”

“a hardass?”

“when he needs to be,” aran chuckles. “but he’s very thoughtful and goes out of his way to care for everyone. the guy lives and breathes by routine.”

there’s something that stirs within you, a small flame being lit, one that flares the next morning when kita walks by your desk and greets you, “good morning, l/n-san.” seeing as he usually never does, you stumble over your reply and shock, all the while berating your heart for beating as fast as it is. kita’s just being polite and using social pleasantries, nothing more.

but he does it the next morning, and then the next, and even incorporates, “how are you?” into his line of words on days you two clean. little by little, you get to know more about him -- not a lot, but enough to correct yourself for ever thinking that he’s a dull, austere, mean human being. you tell yourself it’s nothing more, especially when you start looking forward to their games and join the student cheering squad. it’s nothing when you eagerly await for the moments that kita gets subbed in; absolutely nothing when he looks away from the court and into the crowd, catching your eyes and allowing his lips to slip into a demure smile before turning back around. the pounding of your heart and sweating of your hands aren’t related at all, just physiological effects of the game.

and before you know it, graduation comes around and you think you’ll never see him again after this. you’re laughing and taking pictures with your classmates, later spotting aran over the crowd of families. he catches your waving arm and bounding figure, bright grin on his face as he congratulates you. “i’ll miss you all,” you confess and aran affectionately pats your head. “same here. have you seen shinsuke?”

your brows furrow. “no, why? is he looking for me?”

“you sound confused by that. weren’t you two friends?”

“i wouldn’t overassume that...but i doubt i’m on his mind right now.”

aran only nods and adopts a pensive look, taking a moment to think before confessing, “you meant something to him. after all, he greeted you every morning, right?”

you nod. “but what does that have to do with anything?”

aran’s parents interrupt and attempt to drag him away before he can answer, but he beckons for them to give him another minute. quickly, he pulls you into a one-arm hug, telling you over the bustling crowd, “you were part of his routine.”

you’re stunned, frozen in your tracks as aran and his family walk away. their departure creates some space between everyone, and you find yourself looking straight into the golden eyes of the man that had been plaguing your thoughts for months now. he doesn’t back down, not out of defiance though -- rather, he seems to be trying to convey that he sees you, acknowledges your existence and long wedged a placeholder for you in his life.

but the spell is broken when one of your relatives tugs on your arm for you to leave and go home for a big lunch celebration, and that’s the last you see of him.

at least for the next two years. you have a part-time job at osamu’s onigiri shop, having met the man in some cooking classes over the years. while you’re up front most of the time, you occasionally help out in the kitchen during rush hours. evidently, you missed any of the information on the exact source of the rice, remembering nothing more than the fact it was special and held a certain place in osamu’s heart -- because when kita shinsuke walks in to make a special, personal visit, your brain splutters and ceases all deep cognitive functioning.

he looks well, happy, strong, more than he did back in high school. the same air of confidence still surrounds him and encases the entirety of the shop, and instincts nearly have you dropping to your knees so you can hide behind the counter and catch your breath.

“oh shinsuke, you’re here!” osamu calls out from behind you, popping out of the kitchen to help with the rice bags. the most you can muster is a gentle bow before messing with the cash register, pretending to be busy organizing receipts and bills. you tune out most of the conversation cleaning counters, checking customers out, wiping down tables, and anything else that’ll take your mind off the guy your heart could never seem to forget.

but osamu bidding goodbye to kita snaps you out of your reverie. and instead of walking towards the door, kita’s figure approaches you until there’s nothing but 5 feet of wood between the two of you. “it’s good to see you,” he greets softly, a gentle expression casting onto his face and tone.

“i-it’s good to see you too, kita-san,” you barely reply in time, doing everything you can to fight the blood rushing into your face.

“i’d like to take you out for coffee when your shift is over, if that’s okay.”

oh.

“oh, well, yes, but um, my shift doesn’t end for another hour and--”

“oh, you’re good to go for the rest of the day,” osamu calls out with his head popped out the kitchen door, sending a knowing look towards his former captain. in fact, you remember that the owner had been somewhat insistent that you come work today of all days and you never knew why...until now.

that fucker.

shinsuke’s eyes glimmer as the realization hits you, the same demure smile as the one he sent you all those years ago during a volleyball game sitting on his lips. excitement bubbles within you, and you attempt to tease, “only if you can untie my apron for me?”

there’s no hesitation in his demeanor as he walks around the counter and plants himself right in front of you, mere centimeters between the tips of your shoes and his. you can’t bear to look away as an arm reaches around easily undo the bow at your lower back. neither do you miss the ghosting of his fingertips at your waist that burn through the cotton of your t-shirt, and you’re just thankful that no customers are around to witness this heated, intimate moment.

“lead the way, captain,” you can’t help but say. something dark and dangerous crosses his eyes, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. and you think that yes, yes indeed, you’d like to see those eyes more often if you can.

102 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Text

request: hi! idk if you’re comfortable w/ writing for kita shinsuke since i didnt see any content for him, but may i request kita fluff where he comforts reader after they wake up in tears from a bad dream? thank you!! :) - anon

a/n: hi bby ! pls i love kita i was so excited to write this then boom 💔 writers block. my first kita request aa !! thank you so much and i hope you’re feeling alright ! i’m wishing you an amazing day / night ! 🥺💘

► now playing…

pairing: kita x gender neutral reader

genre: comfort <3

warnings: just a lil angsty at the beginning 😔💔 there is a slight mention of gore (bones snapping) if there are any other warnings i should add, let me know !

word count: 0.8k+

“do you still love me?”

your voice came out hoarse, the scratchy feeling causing your throat to tickle.

you watched him pause, his eyes darting to lock onto anything but you.

“i’m not sure.”

Keep reading

255 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Text

“You’re not stalking me, are you?”

Both of you stop in your tracks. He had been behind you the entire way back home from university, and you had noticed him since the two of you walked toward the same bus stop.

Maybe you were too naïve (god, you hope not), but you didn’t think Sakusa Kiyoomi would have any ill intentions walking some steps behind you. He was in your batch; you shared some classes together, pass each other in the hallways and even have some similar groupchats for projects. It wasn’t like you knew him on a deeper level, but you were familiar enough with him.

You turn to look at him, a streetlight casting a glow on him and the way he held onto one of his backpack straps. He wore a mask and a jacket (you had heard he didn’t like skin-to-skin contact), and his eyes casually met yours.

“No,” came his simple answer, and you nodded before moving forward again, this time going a bit slower in hopes of walking nearer to him.

“Same street?” you ask loud enough for him to hear. It was easy to think then that you were just thinking out loud, but he replies after a while.

“Maybe.”

“This is the first time though.”

“Practice.” Ah, of course. You forgot he played for your univesity’s volleyball team.

“Well, I’m glad we were able to walk together tonight,” you say softly, but still audible enough. Besides, you were closer now, if his last response was anything to go by. “It’s nice knowing someone lives nearby.”

“We go to same university.”

“Still,” you say, a small smile on your face, “It’s not often that I get to walk home with someone I know.”

The two of you stop together as you wait for the pedestrian crossing light to signal an ‘ok.’ He keeps his distance, but it doesn’t bother you at all. Whatever reasons he has, though you may not know specifically, are valid.

“Thanks for walking home with me, Kiyoomi-kun,” you say, adapting the way you had heard your other frends address him, “even if it was just a coincidence.”

He meets your eyes once and nods back at you, the upward quirk on one side of his lips unseeable behind his mask.

He was glad to have walked with you too.

147 notes · View notes

wakatoshine · 5 years ago

Text

one summer’s day

pairing: sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

warnings: none

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff

a/n: i’m in baby fever hell and idk how to feel about it.

——————————

it’s late in the afternoon, and the sun is still shining gold in the summer sky. outside, the heat is unbearable but the aircon in the living room is refreshing as kiyoomi sits at the dining table with a bowl in one hand, and a baby feeding spoon in his other. he mixes the puree around diligently, and from the corner of his eye, kiyoomi notices his six-month-old baby, miyuki - sitting in her highchair, secured in safety straps - looking at him.

and he feels complete, and there’s no other way to describe it. it’s an unconditional love, a vulnerable love, a love only reserved for both his wife and daughter. it’s a love that comes from his heart, unapologetically.

kiyoomi dips in the spoon into the puree and picks up a small dollop. with gentle smile on his face, he places the spoon next miyuki’s lips - offering her to eat it - and watches as she opens her mouth. with puffy cheeks, she happily swallows the rice porridge.

the traffic from outside the window is faint, and he can hear the water running as you shower. kiyoomi places the spoon next to her mouth, again. she does the same as before, but this time, miyuki babbles - some of the puree slides out her mouth, or it flies across the table.

perhaps if this situation was pre-baby, he would’ve have been completely unamused, disgusted even. now, he’s a papa and he knows it can’t be helped -babies are babies, they’re going to be messy - it’s part of a parent’s life. sometimes, sacrifices must be made. and when he looks at her black curly hair, and night-sky eyes, he knows it’s worth it.

with a washcloth, kiyoomi softly wipes miyuki’s face - which she giggles to and the sound is so endearing, he can’t help but kiss her on the forehead - and then the table.

the sky is still weaved in blues, even though time has passed, and the bowl is now empty. he passes the baby bottle towards miyuki and she grabs onto it, sipping the water. whilst she continues to drink, kiyoomi walks across to the kitchen. the open floor plan gives him a clear view of his daughter speaking gibberish to herself, and kiyoomi lets out a breathy laugh. he places the bowl and spoon in the sink and turns the tap - the water’s cool against his skin - lathering the sponge with dishwashing liquid.

he hears a thudding noise, kiyoomi looks up from the sink, and watches miyuki bashing the - empty- baby bottle on the tray in front of her, and kiyoomi sighs. at least she’s occupied, he thinks.

it takes only a few minutes, but he’s done cleaning. he walks over to miyuki - who is now making grabby hands at kiyoomi - wanting to be held. kiyoomi strokes her hair and then leans forward, unbuckling her and carefully pulls her out of the highchair. he holds her against his chest.

the bathroom door unlocks, and he hears your gentle footsteps entering the living room.

“kiyoomi?”

“hm?”

he turns around, and he feels warm. not from the heat, instead from what you’re wearing - a cotton night dress in this unforgiving eastern summer. it’s simple, but on you it’s perfect. your hair is damp, and the only piece of jewellery on you is your silver wedding band, snug around your finger. the years may have passed, but you’re beautiful as ever.

you walk over to your husband and daughter, smiling at them both. tenderly, you reach your finger out to stroke miyuki’s cheek. she returns your smile - loudly, brightly - as if there are butterflies and rainbows in your eyes.

you look at kiyoomi, and he brushes a loose piece of damp hair behind your ear. miyuki, too, is distracted by your hair - as she tries to grab some of it - and you laugh when she wiggles her hand, wanting to be carried by you. happily, you take her from kiyoomi’s arms and smother her in kisses, and miyuki giggles loudly at your playfulness.

the sight of his wife and daughter, smiling and giggling makes kiyoomi feel airy -like a leaf floating, dancing, swimming in the wind - because everything feels right. and even though the present is fleeting, even though one day miyuki will grow up and you’ll both grow old - kiyoomi keeps days like this close to his heart, so that one day in the future, he can look back at the past, fondly.

you look at kiyoomi, softly. “has she eaten?”

he wraps his arm around your shoulders, kissing the side of your head. “yeah,” he replies.

“all of it?” you ask, surprised.

he nods, gently pinching miyuki’s cheek.

you stare at miyuki, with an eyebrow raised, “why do you always eat everything when papa feeds you?” you pout in mock annoyance. “when mama feeds you, you never finish your food.”

the only response you get is a sloppy kiss on the cheek. you squeal and laugh, and kiyoomi’s falling in love all over again.

421 notes · View notes