Haikyuu Imagines

Picture Perfect (Kita)

This wasn't what you had imagined at all.  Moving abroad from a tiny prefecture in Japan, you thought Europe would be a new start and a place where you could wipe your slate clean.  Sure, no one knew you here, but it only amplified your loneliness.  A bit after your confession to Tsukishima, you put space in between you to heal, but in the process, everyone else grew distant too–until you were just a fond memory they referenced at birthday parties.

It was a beautiful autumn day with clear blue skies and the faint smell of apples from the orchard nearby.  You were thankful your art apprenticeship was out here in the countryside where you could at least rely on nature to keep you company.

Abandoning your easel and paints, you ventured into the rows of apple trees in front of you, amazed by the different varieties.  Each looked like they'd perfectly quench your thirst and make a great afternoon snack.  Reaching up, you quickly realized you were far too short to grab the gala apple hanging from the lowest branch.  No one seemed to be around, so you shed your jacket and jumped as high as you could.

Warmth pressed against you, and you saw a gloved hand reach up and pluck the apple above you.

"Let me wash this for you.  They always need a little rinse before eating," the person behind you spoke kindly.  You knew this voice like the back of your own hand and hugged the person without needing to see his face.

"Whoa, wait Y/N?  Is that you?"

You nodded eagerly.  "Kita!  It's been so long.  How did we manage to run into each other here?"

"Guess you just missed me that much, huh?" Kita laughed.  Under his straw hat, bits of his silvery hair poked through.  His mesmerizing, fox-like eyes studied you with intensity, not able to grasp that you were truly standing before him.

"I'm completing my painting apprenticeship here.  Occasionally, we take field trips to the big cities to tour art galleries, but usually we're down the road in a studio painting all day.  I didn't realize we were so close all this time."

You followed Kita to the quaint cottage that rested to the side of the orchard.  There, he washed your precious gala apple and watched in satisfaction as you took a big bite.

"Well?  How is it?"

"Delicious!" you grinned.

Kita beamed.  "I'm glad to see you smiling.  I'm sure things were hard your last year."

"How did you know?" you asked, taking another embarrassingly large bite from your apple.

Truthfully, Kita had heard from Atsumu who had heard from Bokuto who had heard from Kuroo about what had happened between you and Tsukishima.  He heard how the guys slowly disappeared from your life to give you space, but that must have felt horrible in the end.  At least the guys had each other.  You had had no one.

"Final year of university is always tough.  Anyway, as your senior, let me treat you to a nice homemade meal.  You can spare some time now?"

You glanced at your easel waiting for you at the orchard's entrance.  Your assignment was to spend the day drawing different points of view, but maybe eating with Kita would be a better perspective. 

He accompanied you while you packed up your art supplies and made way for the cozy cottage equipped with the most stunning kitchen you'd ever seen.  Herbs sprung out of pots on the large counter, and you watched Kita pluck a few leaves to throw into the egg he was scrambling. 

Thirty minutes later, the aroma of sticky rice and rolled omelet filled the space.  One more pluck from the herb pots, and you now had a garnished full course meal in front of you.  Kita grabbed two forks, perching down beside you.