{WHAT'S MEANT TO BE} Kita x Fem!Reader

Lyra

In the early hours of the morning, the sunlight peeks through the windows of the bedroom. You're exhausted after the events of last night, but still manage to crawl out of bed and make yourself look somewhat presentable.

In the kitchen, you start to make yourself a cup of coffee, but when you look for the sugar, you find it empty. Great, just what you needed. You grab your keys and decide to go buy a cup instead. Tastes better anyway.

When you reach your usual coffee shop, you notice it's surprisingly busy for this early in the morning. You groan and decide to keep walking to the one across from the club instead. Just as your hand reaches the doorknob, you see a 'Help Wanted' sign taped to the inside. Hmm, it couldn't hurt to apply.

"Good morning, ma'am," a woman behind the counter greets you as you enter.

"Morning," you reply. "Are you hiring?"

"Yes, we are. Would you like an application?"

"Please," you smile.

She grabs a blank application and hands it to you. You quickly fill it out and turn it in. "Thank you," the woman says, "if you don't mind, please come in for an interview sometime this week after five."

"Sometime this week? Like, today?"

"If you can."

"Sure, I can do that," you nod, feeling a sense of relief. "I'll be back later."

"Thank you, we appreciate it. Now, would you like a cup of anything? It's on the house."

"That'd be great, thank you," you reply, feeling more hopeful than before.

After ordering yourself a drink and a small sandwich to go with it, you sit down at the same table where you had first seen Kita.

A few moments later a figure slides into the seat across from you, and you can't help the flush of embarrassment that washes over you as you meet Atsumu's familiar grin.

"What are you doing here, Miya?"

"I came to pick up a coffee," he shrugs. "How are ya, Y/N? How've ya been?"

"I'm okay," you murmur. "How did you know I was here?"

Atsumu chuckles. "Suna might've mentioned that he saw you here once. I wanted to make sure you're doing alright," he explains.

"He did? Well, you're lucky because I usually don't come this early," you smile at him.

"Me neither," he chuckles. "Especially not when I'm this hungover."

"Ah, did you go out last night?"

"Yeah, we did," he grins. "Osamu's gettin' married, ya know."

"Oh, really? To who?"

"Her name's Natalia," he replies. "She's real pretty."

"Well, I'm happy for him," you smile. "When's the wedding?"

"Two weeks from now. You should come," he says, leaning closer.

"I don't know about that," you shrug, averting your gaze.

"Why not? It'll be fun! Besides, Kita would be happy to see you."

"He would?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course he would," Atsumu smirks. "And hey, maybe if I get lucky, you'll be my plus one."

You roll your eyes and laugh. "I don't know about that, Miya."

"Hey, uh, are you sure you're doin' alright, Y/N?" he then changes the conversation.

"Yeah, why do you-" you begin, before stopping short. You didn't think of covering up the bruise still on your cheek before you left this morning. "It's nothing," you wave off his concern.

"That's not nothing. Who did that to you?" he asks, his expression darkening.

"I just... got hit by accident."

"Accident?" he repeats, his eyes narrowing.

"It's nothing, I'm fine."

"Y/N..."

"Really, it's not a big deal. Look, I don't think I'll be able to go to the wedding but I appreciate the ask. Please give Osamu my congratulations, okay?"

"If ya say so," he sighs, knowing he can't argue with you. "But if you need anythin', ya know, I'm just a phone call away. Oh, here, let me give you my number."

He quickly writes his number on a napkin and hands it to you. "Thanks," you say, taking it from him.

"No problem," he grins. "Anyway, I should probably get goin' before the boss yells at me. We've got a lot of work to do these next two weeks. But I'll make time for you any day of the week, got it?"

"I will, and thanks," you smile.

"Bye," he waves, before heading towards the door.

You take a deep breath, and try to enjoy the rest of your breakfast, but the weight of last night still weighs heavy on your shoulders. How could you even think of going to Osamu's wedding after last night? It would be weird. Maybe if you just avoid seeing anyone else from back in high school, things won't be so awkward. Shit, maybe you should just move to another country.

You glance down at the napkin on the table, and decide to save Atsumu's number. Better safe than sorry.

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That evening, you return to the cafe for your interview. The woman from this morning is sitting behind the counter. When she sees you, her eyes widen.

"Good afternoon, Y/N. I'm glad you could make it. Let's sit, shall we?" she gestures towards the table you had sat at earlier.

"I'm Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you," you smile, shaking her hand.

"Likewise," she smiles back. "I am the owner, Ms. Takahashi. I hope you don't mind, but I have already reviewed your application and would like to offer you the job, if you're interested. One of my previous employees is not able to return to work after having their baby, so we could use the extra hands. My only concern," she then gulps as she looks down at your cheek, "is your safety. If someone hurt you, are you certain you'd be able to work here?"

"Oh, this?" you ask, gesturing to your cheek. There's no use in hiding it. "It's nothing, really. It was just an accident. And yes, I'm sure I can handle working here."

"Very well," she nods, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You start Monday, if that works for you."

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

ATSUMU'S P.O.V.

"You talked to her?!" Osamu grumbles at me as the two of us walk down the street together. "Didn't I tell you not to bother her?"

"I was just pickin' up coffee, Samu," I tell him, rolling my eyes.

"I highly doubt that."

"It's true! It's not like I asked her to go home with me," I reply. "But I did give her my number, though."

"Why the hell did ya do that?!"

"What's the big deal? I was just being friendly," I shrug. "She had a bruise on her face. It didn't look good. I think someone might've hit her."

"Hit her? Do you think she's still with that guy from high school? I remember Kita telling us about him," Osamu thinks aloud.

"I don't think so," I shake my head. "She's not with him in any of her pictures on Instagram."

"You stalked her? Dude, why are you like this?" he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I got curious! Is that so bad?"

"Yes, Tsumu, it is."

"But hey, if she wants to go out with me, I wouldn't mind. I wouldn't be the asshole boyfriend who hits her," I shrug.

"Oh my god, will you just leave her alone? I'm sure the last thing she needs is your bullshit," he glares. "Now come on, we've got to get going. I'll drive."

"Where are we going?"

"To see mom. She wanted to talk to me about the wedding and I am not going by myself."