life with kita shinsuke as your husband
husband!shinsuke who wakes up before the sun, but not before kissing your cheek and tucking the blanket closer around you so you stay warm while he starts the day.
husband!shinsuke who comes in from the fields smelling faintly of earth and fresh grain, his first stop always being you—dusting himself off just enough before wrapping you in a hug.
husband!shinsuke who saves the best produce from every harvest for you. the ripest strawberries, the juiciest peaches, the sweetest corn—all set aside because “my wife deserves the best.”
husband!shinsuke who builds little wooden crates just for you to carry vegetables from the garden, though he always ends up doing it himself so you don’t strain your arms.
husband!shinsuke who insists you wear his wide-brimmed hat when you join him in the fields, because the thought of the sun touching your skin too much makes him uneasy.
husband!shinsuke who works from dawn to dusk without complaint, but the moment you call for him, he’ll drop everything—your voice outweighs any responsibility.
husband!shinsuke who has dirt on his hands but never lets them touch you until he’s washed up, because he thinks you’re too precious for roughness.
husband!shinsuke who plants rows of flowers along the edge of the crops just because you once said you liked the way they looked.
husband!shinsuke who builds sturdy fences and strong locks, not just to keep animals out, but because the idea of anything unwelcome getting too close to you unsettles him.
husband!shinsuke who notices when you look lonely while he’s working, so he shortens his hours, even if it means less sleep for him—he’d rather be exhausted than see you sad.
husband!shinsuke who always washes the dirt from under his nails before touching you, because he sees you as something clean, soft, untouchable by the roughness of his work.
husband!shinsuke who carves little wooden charms during winter evenings to gift you, simple but made with such love it makes your chest ache.
husband!shinsuke who would rather his crops fail than ever see you unhappy—he can rebuild a field, but he can’t rebuild you.
husband!shinsuke who walks you around the farm at sunset, pointing out each patch of land with quiet pride, saying, “all of this is for us.”
husband!shinsuke who keeps an old flannel draped over your shoulders whenever you’re outside, murmuring that the chill in the air “isn’t fit for you.”
husband!shinsuke who takes you into town on market days, but keeps a steady hand at the small of your back, his calm expression making it clear you’re never to be approached carelessly.
husband!shinsuke who will always downplay how hard farm life is because he doesn’t want you to ever worry about him—your comfort comes before his own.
husband!shinsuke who comes home with scratches and callouses, but the moment you frown at them, he cups your face with a soft smile and says, “it’s nothing, long as I can hold you.”
husband!shinsuke who works with quiet intensity, but you’re the one thing that can make him put down his tools without hesitation.
husband!shinsuke who thinks of you with every seed he plants, imagining how this life will keep providing for you, how the earth itself bends to serve you through him.
husband!shinsuke who prays every night before bed—not for his farm’s success, not for his own health, but simply to keep you safe and beside him.
husband!shinsuke who sometimes stares at you across the dinner table like he still can’t believe you’re real, and when you ask why, he just says, “I just love lookin’ at what’s mine.”
husband!shinsuke who keeps your favorite fruits growing year-round in the greenhouse, tending them more carefully than his cash crops because they’re yours.
husband!shinsuke who will never let you lift anything heavy, even if you argue—you’ll just find he’s already moved it before you can try.
husband!shinsuke who makes you sit on the porch while he works late, just so he can glance up and see you watching him.
husband!shinsuke who lets everyone else in town know, in his calm, steady voice, that you’re his wife—and he says it with a finality that brooks no argument.
husband!shinsuke who falls asleep the second his head hits the pillow after a long day, but his arm always finds its way around you, even in his deepest dreams.
husband!shinsuke who believes his hands were made to work the earth, but his heart was made for you—and that’s a truth he carries like gospel.
a: i have class ’til 9pm tomorrow 💔
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