ok hands down this is the most underrated character in haikyuu
"what the hell is this?"
kita obediently looks up from his book, eyeing the envelope on your desk. he glances back up at you, confused. you're looking at it like it's offended you personally, your face twisted in what could only be described as scandalized.
"a love letter," he says, because that's what it is. you think he starts mumbling something about if the heart stamped on it somehow made you think otherwise.
"yeah, okay," you humor him, still in disbelief. it makes him frown. "why is it on my desk?"
"because... i assume it's addressed to you?" kita closes his book, now giving you his full attention.
"what? no way. doesn't maia-chan sit next to me? they probably meant to put it on her desk-- here--" you pause, reading the words on the front. to: y/n, which indicated that they didn't mean to put it on maia-chan's desk.
"oh," you say eloquently, fingers twitching.
damn. it's almost like this person knew you were going to say that.
kita has the nerve to look smug when you look embarrassed.
"is it... is this a death threat? am i in danger?" you let your voice drop to a whisper, studying the envelope, pinched between two fingers as if you're ready to throw it away at any second. "what if this is a letter from some criminal and they need my fingerprints all over the evidence!"
"that's illegal, y/n-san," kita says, because obviously, it is.
you squint at the offending piece of paper. "exactly. i don't know who the culprit is! they didn't sign it because i'm the one who will be suspected."
"that sounds... far-fetched," is all kita can offer to say. "is a love letter really that shocking for you, y/n-san?"
you feign a wince, clutching your chest with a whine. "ouch!" kita doesn't even blink; he stares blankly, waiting for an answer. "is it that obvious i don't look like the type to get love letters?"
"that's not what i meant."
"so cruel, kita-kun!!!"
kita smiles; at least one of you is enjoying this situation. "are you going to open it?"
"i will! just-- maybe when i walk home. in case it's a bomb, i don't have to risk our classmates."
"very noble, y/n-san," he praises as he stands up from his seat and ceremoniously swipes all his books up to his chest.
you blink up at him, now having to crane your neck. "you don't wanna see the letter?" you could've sworn he seemed really interested in you opening it.
he shakes his head, still polite as ever. "i'll be at the gym if you need me."
that's a strange thing to say as a goodbye. "o...kay?" everyone knows kita shinsuke will be at the gym anyway. maybe he's just reminding you in case you actually end up caught in a crime scene and he can protect you with his volleyball-ready arms.
he has really nice arms. you might be staring at it for too long.
"bye, kita-kun!" you say distractedly. "see you tomorrow, okay?"
he bows his head in one quick nod. "see you, y/n-san." and then he walks away
what a strange man. you love it.
as you turn back to your desk, you glare hard at the envelope. the flimsy piece of paper drove kita away from what could've been a nice, long conversation you two would usually hold! and it's all because he's too respectful to watch you open a damn love letter.
you sigh. "if it's a joke, well that's on me. if it's not--" you carefully pull it open, "--then it's nice to know i'm somewhat desirable."
you read the neatly written letters on the paper, eyes flicking across the page.
you drop the paper.
you dropped your jaw, too, probably. it's hard to tell when the only words blaring in your mind are holyshitholyshit and whatthefuckwhatthefuck and that's why he told me that!
without another word, you shove the letter in your pocket -- making sure it won't be too wrinkled, of course -- and speed off.
you slam open the gymnasium doors, feeling a little hysteric. you probably look the part, too, with your eyes wide and your breathing ragged.
"kita-kun!" is the first thing you declare.
everyone stops to stare at you, surprised. a ball drops from mid-air, squeaking against the tiles.
"oh, sorry," you're still somewhat sane, having the decency to look sheepish. at least the coach isn't here yet; that would've been problematic.
though, it's quickly replaced by a wide-eyed squeak when you notice some of the boys are only halfway through taking their shirts off.
kita skillfully flings two shirts to suna's direction, who slaps the other one on atsumu's face; the blond miya yelps while the other miya snickers.
kita smiles. "did you read it?" he asks, so patient and soft as if he didn't give you a heart attack moments prior. so sweet and evil, kita shinsuke.
"kita-kun," is all you can manage to say; still, it's breathless, and on the verge of tipping over a cliff.
he seems to understand. he nods once at his teammates. "practice for a while without me. i'll be back in a few minutes."
then he jogs his way to you, stops when he's right beside you, and only moves when you move.
"get it, captain!" you think you hear someone whoop before the doors close.
god, you feel your heartbeat every-fucking-where. the letter is heavy where it's been kept, a reminder, a cue, a confession -- for fucks sake you feel like you're dreaming.
"if--" you breathe in sharply; you need to calm down before you make a fool out of yourself with just his eyes on you alone. "if this is some sort of prank, please tell me right now."
kita tilts his head. so fucking cute goddammit you hate him. you want to kiss him.
"i mean it, kita."
"do you think i would make fun of my feelings like that?"
you groan. "that's the thing! i know you wouldn't! it makes you all the more convincing as a prankster."
"it's a good thing i'm not trying to be one, then," kita smiles wider, he smiles, so unbelievably handsome you can't wrap your head around the mental image of him writing a love letter to you.
"so it's real...?"
"yes."
"and you meant it?"
"yes."
"...good!" you exclaim, struggling to keep your composure when you're so overwhelmed with the need to tackle the boy. "because... because-- i won't let you take it back, y'know!"
"i wouldn't."
so earnest, you muse.
"did you also mean it," you start, breath hitching when his eyes glint knowingly, "when you said-- um, the--"
"that i want to kiss you?" he laughs at the surprised noise you made at the back of your throat. "yes. i did, and i do."
"good," you breathe, eyes round as you stare up at him.
"good," he whispers back, and then his lips are on yours.
you two stay there for a while, with kita holding your face and your hands... on his arms. it's gentle, sweet, frustrating, and it's so unbelievably kita that your head spins and you feel your knees almost give out.
with all your might, you manage to pull away. "k-kita-kun," you laugh breathlessly when he chases after you.
he leans back, amused. "y/n-san?"
"you have really nice arms."
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