rintaro

fluff

the inarizaki volleyball team is convinced that kita is a god, or at the very least, a robot sent from the future to keep them from destroying the gym. he doesn’t fumble, he doesn’t panic, and he certainly doesn’t get flustered.

​until you walk into the gym carrying a box of freshly made, homemade bento lunches for the team.

​“ah, y/n!” atsumu yells, immediately dropping his ball and sprinting toward you like a wild animal. “did ya make the sweet tamagoyaki i asked for—”

​before atsumu can even reach you, a hand plants itself firmly in the center of his face, shoving him backward. kita steps directly between you and the twins, his posture perfectly straight, though his eyes are fixed intently on the box in your hands.

​“miya, pick up your ball and finish your drills,” kita says, his voice flat, but there’s a strange, tight tension in his shoulders.

​“aw, come on, kita, we’re just hungry—” osamu starts, but shuts up the second kita turns his gaze toward him.

​kita turns back to you, taking the heavy box from your arms with absolute care. his fingers brush against yours, and for a split second, the unflappable captain completely freezes. his eyes wide a fraction, and a bright, unmistakable blush spreads across his cheekbones.

​“thank you, y/n,” he says, his voice a little softer than usual. “you shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble for them. i’ll make sure they eat every bite. and... i’ll walk you home after i finish cleaning up.”

​atsumu squeaks from behind him, whispering loudly to his brother, “osamu... did ya see that? the robot just glitched.”

n: random idea ;3 huehue

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