"kita-san?"

"l-l/n-san," the boy stared with wide eyes, his gaze flickering to atsumu's hold on your wrist. his eyebrows furrowed the slightest bit at the sight, but he quickly seized it, eyes meeting yours, "what are you doing here?"

just as you were about to speak, atsumu cut you off,

"her dad has some business to do here in hyogo, so she decided to tag along! she even bought us snacks!" the boy said, bouncing cheerily, "and i'm taking her for ice cream after practice, isn't that great, kita-san?"

"a-ah, yes, it is." kita spoke, still baffled by your sudden appearance. he took a deep breath, turning to his underclassman, "atsumu, go ahead and practice, i'll assist l/n-san for the time being."

"eh? but, kita-san," the setter let go of your wrist, pouting at his captain, "can't i talk to her a little mor-"

"atsumu,"

the said boy immediately stopped, shrinking upon meeting his glare.

"r-roger that, captain,"

he quickly entered the gym, closing the door shortly after- which left you with kita, alone.

you stared bewilderedly at kita, shocked at his strict, parent-like change of attitude. regarding the fact that you've never actually witnessed this side of him, it was an interesting sight to see.

and if you were being honest, you found it somewhat attractive.

"well," kita turned to you, throwing a soft smile, "it's good to see you again, l/n-san."

"same here, kita-san."

his eyes caught sight of the bag you were holding, mouth turning into a frown of dissatisfaction. he deliberately took a step closer to you, taking the bag out of your grasp. the action made your hand lightly brush against his, causing your cheeks to flare up,

"atsumu didn't even bother to help you? i'm sorry about him," he spoke, "he's a bit...

hard to control."

"no! it's fine, really," you reassured him, head shaking frantically,

the boy examined you, before sighing deeply,

"alright, then," he placed his free hand on the doors handle, "let's go inside,"

"o-okay,"

opening the door, he stepped inside. you followed him shortly after, subconsciously hiding behind him. kita noticed your behavior, placing his hand on your shoulder encouragingly,

"it's weird being in a gym full of people you don't know, isn't it?" he smiled, "don't worry, they're good people."

his actions comforted you significantly, the words reaching your ears like a chill-pill. you sighed in relief,

"alright, thank you, kita-san,"

"of course," he removed his hand from your shoulder, motioning you to follow him with a nod of his head. he led you to a nearby bench, carefully placing the bag down, "here, you can sit here while we practice. i'm assuming atsumu dragged you into this?"

"he did," you spoke, chuckling as you took a seat on the bench, "he even went to the restroom to call me during class.

"he's quite troublesome, isn't he?" the boy spoke, staring at atsumu, who had been warming up on the sidelines. "osamu's a strong one for that,"

"osamu? is that his twin?"

"yep," he motioned to a grey-haired boy, who had seemingly been in a deep discussion with atsumu. the two looked very similar, it was clear that they were twins, and you were glad that they had different hair colors, "he's the calmer one, i'd say, although he does have his 'atsumu' moments every once in a while. after all, they are twins, they share the same dna."

"right,"

"alright, then," he clapped his hands, "i have to go join them now, don't hesitate to come to me if you need any help, l/n-san."

"a-ah, of course,"

he smiled at you once more before walking away, joining his teammates.

aran had witnessed your short exchange with kita from afar, astounded at how effortlessly you made kita smile. to him- and maybe even the rest of the team, it was almost like a superpower, seeing that the boy wasn't the type to smile very often.

he walked over to the captain, who's figure had been assisting akagi on stretching. although it wasn't very visible to others, the boy had seemingly been smiling to himself as he leaned on the libero's back, deep in thought.

aran stood in front of him crossing his arms as he spoke,

"shinsuke,"

"yes, aran?"

the wing spiker leaned closer to the boy, cupping his ear as he whispered,

"is that your girlfriend?"

shinsuke abruptly stopped what he was doing, a light hue of pink dyeing his pale cheeks. his actions gained the attention of their libero, his eyebrow raising in astonishment.

"who's his girlfriend?" akagi asked, eyes searching around the gym.

his eyes widened upon landing on your frame, mouth breaking into a large grin,

"oh? who do we have here?"

shinsuke shook his head dismissively, sighing as he took a seat on the wooden floors, next to akagi. he rested his elbows on his thighs, burying his head in his palms.

"she's not my girlfriend, just someone i know."

"really? because you seem a bit, uh... happier today." aran spoke, "do you like her?"

"i... don't." shinsuke tried to speak persuasively, though he didn't seem very sure himself.

he thought back to the very few times you had met- how he felt with you, how he behaved around you, how he felt having his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek, holding your hand, being with you at all.

the way he'd blush seeing you do the bare minimum, the way his stomach felt weird every time you smiled at him or when you laughed.

'...do i?'

akagi chuckled at his friend, playfully wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"you don't look too sure, there, buddy."

"i'm certain, akagi." kita said, but his gaze slowly drifted to the ground, voice becoming smaller as he spoke again, murmuring his words, "i... think."

"well, don't you sound confident," the libero said, eyeing the boy up and down. he sighed heavily, removing his arm from his shoulder. "that's okay, you have all the time in the world to figure it out, right, aran?"

"definitely," he squatted so that he was leveled with the captain, resting his arms on his knees as he smiled warmly at him, "wanna tell me about her later?"

kita looked up at him, smiling as he nodded softly,

"yeah, that would be nice."

"alright, then, let's g-"

"y/n-chan!" atsumu's voice bounced off of the walls, gaining the attention of several students. he cheerily ran towards the bench you sat on, placing his hands on your shoulders rather harshly, "watch me serve, yeah?"

you winced at his touch, placing your hand on the one that held your hurt shoulder.

"y-yes, atsumu," you muttered, "can you, ow! let go, plea-"

"atsumu, practice."

aran, who had marched up to him, said, or maybe, in this case, commanded.

"aw, alright, then." he turned to you once more, "keep your eyes on me, okay, y/n-chan?"

he pats your head before jogging back to his teammates, leaving you dumbfounded as you clutched your shoulder.

"a-ah, i'm so sorry about atsumu," aran bowed apologetically,

"no! it's alright, please, um, get up." you spoke, shaking your head. "thank you very much..."

he quickly stopped, fixing his posture,

"aran ojiro," he smiled,

"right, thank you, ojiro-san."

"of course," he nodded, "i'm presuming you're 'y/n-chan'?"

"yep, l/n y/n, nice to meet you." you reached out a hand to the boy, which he gladly accepted, a grin painting his features as he shook your hand.

"same here, l/n-san," he let go of your hand, motioning to your shoulder, "i noticed that your shoulder isn't feeling very well, do you need someone to take you to the infirmary?"

"oh! no, it's fine. somebody just bumped into me, thank you for asking, though."

he waved his hand reassuringly,

"it's nothing, really," he chuckled, "i'll be going now, it was nice talking to you, l/n-san."

and with that, he walked away.

for the rest of practice, many members of the team sent you puzzled glances. kita would occasionally check up on you now and then, but that was it.

"yy/nnnn-chan~" atsumu walked up to you after practice, slyly grinning as he sat on the floor in front of you.

'here we go again,'

"yes, atsumu?" you sighed,

"what snacks did you buy us?" he questioned,

you quickly grabbed the bag, stretching your arm out to give it to him whilst rolling your eyes,

"anything they had," you said, "get what you want, kid, but leave some for the others."

his eyes animatedly lit up at your words, snatching the bag out of your hands. stars filled his eyes as he eagerly rummaged through the numerous goods,

"thank you, y/n-chan!" whilst choosing out his wanted snacks, he curtly stopped, searching the gym. he smiled upon finding his grey-haired twin, tiredly laying on the floor, "'samu!"

the boy perked up at the mention of his name, turning his head, he he sent an irritated glare to the blonde-haired boy,

"what?"

atsumu excitedly held up the bag, lightly swaying it at his brother,

"look, snacks!"

almost immediately, he sat up, eyes growing in size,

"snacks?"

"mhm!"

the boy hurriedly stood up, making his way across the gym in no time. atsumu handed the bag to him, grinning delightedly,

"y/n-chan said to get anything you want,"

osamu met eyes with the boy, eyebrow-raising in confusion,

"'y/n-chan'?" his eyes eventually met yours, mouth forming a small 'o' upon recognizing your name,

"ah, l/n-san, hello." he spoke, reaching out his hand for you to shake, "miya osamu, atsumu won't shut up about you."

"a-ah, is that so? it's nice to meet you," you shook his hand, smiling nervously,

he returned with a short nod, letting go of your hand to fish out his desired snacks. atsumu, who had swiftly opened a pack of crackers, and whose mouth was now full of them, let out a satisfied sigh.

"man, y/n-chan, you're too nice." he stated, a few bits of crackers flying out of his mouth, messily landing on his brother's face and shirt.

"ew! don't talk with your mouth full, idiot!" he displeasingly exclaimed, nose scrunched in disgust.

from across the gym, kita witnessed the incident, making out a soft exhale. quickly taking a pack of wet wipes out of his bag, he made his way to the twins. he stood behind the blonde-haired boy, settling a hand on his underclassmen's head.

"stop doing that, atsumu, it's getting out of hand." the captain's unexpected presence shocked the setter, making him jump on the spot.

"ah! k-kita-san!" he squealed,

osamu, on the other hand, blankly stared at his twin, averting his eyes away from him.

'this is exactly why he's single.'

kita seized his hand from him, shifting towards osamu, he handed him the pack of wet wipes, receiving a small 'thank you,' from the boy. he squatted on the floor, taking one of the snacks. wandering over to the bench you sat on, he settled himself on the space next to you.

"how much did you spend on these, l/n-san?" he asked, ripping open his pack of biscuits.

"hmm,"

'a few of those, and a little bit of that, three of this, five of those things, four of-

shit, that's a lot. i think i'm near broke now.'

you thought back to the amount you spent, eyes widening upon realization. you had been so preoccupied that you didn't even bother to check how much you paid,

"q-quite a lot." but you quickly shook you head in reassurance, "but it's alright. it was my choice to do it, anyway."

kita studied your figure, before turning to osamu,

"osamu, hand me the bag, please."

osamu silently handed him the bag, his attention quickly going back to his food afterward. kita searched through the bag, finally getting a hold of the receipt. he checked the price,

sighing, he turned to astumu,

"atsumu,"

the said boy thoughtlessly swallowed his food, turning to his senior,

"hmm?"

"you're taking l/n-san to get ice cream, right?"

"you bet, kita-san! 'samu's also joining,"

"i see,"

"why are you asking, kita-san?" atsumu asked,

"nothing," he shook his head, placing his snack on the bench. dusting his fingers off, he stood up "come on, osamu, atsumu, we have to clean up."

"right," atsumu quickly hopped onto his feet, walking away. osamu followed shortly after, blankly waving at you before joining his brother.

as the boys packed up the gym equipment, a boy approached you, leaning against the wall next to your seat. he had his bottle in hand, face bound with a blank cast.

it was the same person you had seen in atsumu's post; a tall boy, whose dark-brown hair had been parted in the middle, a few strands sticking out at the top of his head.

"i'm assuming you're l/n y/n?" he questioned, eyes not leaving the court as he spoke.

you peeped at him before moving your eyes back to the court as well, gulping,

"yeah, that's me."

"you know kita-san?"

"i do,"

"interesting," he said, standing up straight. he began walking away, speaking as he did, "you're in for a surprise."

you wanted to ask him to elaborate, but it was too late. he had already took hold of his belongings, walking out of the gym.

'inarizaki kids are weird,'

after locking up, you and the twins stood at the school's entrance, about to start your stroll to the ice-cream parlor. as expected, atsumu was the one to lead you, since you did not know the area whatsoever.

"alrighty, let's go!" just as atsumu was about to step foot, a voice hindered him,

"hold on, atsumu."

following the three of you stood their captain and aran, the two of them now changed into the usual school uniform. they walked towards your little group,

"what is ittt, kita-sann?" the setter whined,

"we'll be joining you guys, you're too irresponsible to go alone." kita answered, sending atsumu a know look with his last statement, "just think of us as babysitters,"

atsumu's eyes grew in response, pouting at his teammates,

"eh? but we have osamu!" he exclaimed, desperately pointing towards his twin.

"you're too much for osamu to handle on his own, atsumu." aran added, slinging an arm around his shoulder, "right then, lead the way,"

"wait, but-"

"come on, 'tsumu, i wanna eat." osamu rolled his eyes at the boy, pacing ahead of everyone,

"tch, fine." atsumu followed shortly after with aran, leaving you to walk behind them beside kita.

throughout the walk to the parlor, you lingered behind the group, occasionally tuning in with their conversations. kita stayed alongside you to keep company, bringing up certain topics every once in a while so that you didn't feel left out.

"it's been a while, hasn't it, kita-san?" you asked, hands grasping your bag,

"it has," he replied, taking a glimpse at you.

his eyes trained back to his friends conversing gleefully with one-another, smiling fondly,

"i'm very happy to meet you again, l/n-san."

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extended ending:

"akaashi, have you seen konoha?"

"he just left to go to the restroom, komi-san. he said he wasn't feeling very well."

"that... can't be good."

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VOTE GRR

if only kita was real😔😔

- yuza