#kitahina

And does Daishou ever come into the story? The au is really good and I honestly would love to hear anything new about it.

Part 11

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Ily thank you for the ask 🥺💕🧡 I did not watch any of the OVA but I will ten billion percent put Daishou in bc Season 4 had him and I’ve kinda really liked him.

(Snake boi,,,, 😳😳 this one got too long to put him in but if I get another request I will write him. He is,,, 👌🏾✌🏾🥺😍)

Tumblr deleted half of what I wrote even though I saved it so yeayyyyy rewriting time 😌🥲

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“They’re a lot older than they were before! Do foxes usually age this quick?”

Kita held his tongue, observing Hinata ruffle Atsumu’s hair and swipe his thumb along Osamu’s cheek. The twins seemed very content with the contact, although every now and again they’d pass a look along that seemed laced with meaning.

“You guys are adorable though! I hope Natsu still looks this cute when she’s your age!” Hinata’s eyes closed as he grinned at them.

Osamu tracked Hinata’s finger as his face was rubbed, and after thinking for a moment, he glanced at Atsumu and bit Hinata’s thumb.

Everything was still for moment, everyone staring intently at the place where Osamu’s teeth were buried into Hinata’s skin.

“O-Ow!!”

Kita grabbed Osamu by the scruff, opening his mouth to tear into him (in a different way than how he just tore into Hinata’s goddamn thumb), but before he could do so, or even apologize to the redhead, Osamu’s weight increased drastically, his limbs lengthening and proportions adjusting.

Atsumu’s eyes gleamed, taking advantage of the panic to bite Hinata’s other hand, growing to assume the same age as his brother.

“His energy sure is something, huh, ‘Samu!”

Osamu smartly did not respond, Kita’s glare piercing Atsumu the instant he finished speaking. Atsumu gulped audibly, a bit more of the blood seeping into his system and aging him until he was about Kita’s age in appearance.

“Atsumu, you should have found a way to understand by now that your actions have consequences.”

“K-K-Ki-Kita-san???” Atsumu scrambled back and away, bumping into Hinata’s knees, as the ginger had crouched to hold his own arm with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. Hinata sniffled, Atsumu feeling a guilt like one would get from kicking a wounded puppy—which was not a good feeling to couple with the pure terror one gets from earning Kita’s ire.

“Osamu.”

Said twin froze and began sweating profusely. Despite the increase in size, Kita dangled him the way one would hold a particularly rowdy cat.

He desperately tried to minimize the shiver of his voice and be as formal and thereby responsible as he could, though even as he managed a, “Y-Yes?” he could feel his life start to come to an end.

“I don’t care about nor need your explanation—I know why you did this, but Hinata doesn’t. Explain to him clearly, and then apologize, before I cut out your tongues and take each of your teeth out one-by-one.”

Kita’s threats were rare, but very effective.

Once Kita released Osamu’s collar, the twins scooted close to one another on the ground, whispering back and forth with their skin significantly paler than it was before. Eventually, after some muttering and a very pointed glare from Kita, the two composed themselves, sitting on their heels. Osamu coughed, earning Hinata’s watery gaze and faltering slightly.

“Um. So. I’m Miya Osamu, that’s Atsumu.”

“Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” Hinata murmured, bowing his head, cheeks a bit puffed up. Kita approached him to place a hand on his head.

“We used to be guardians of a shrine nearby here, but it fell into ruin as people stopped coming by and taking care of it.” Atsumu began.

“People would only come by during celebrations. We’d perform during festivals, and we required everyone to be completely silent, or else the performance would be ruined. As we’d do our dances on opposite sides of the mountain where the shrines were, we’d be offering mana to the forest to keep it flourishing.”

“That’s so cool!” Hinata piped, although he quickly stifled his impressed exclamations as Kita pet his hair.

“Usually after the performance, we’d be low on mana, but we’d hide in the woods for a little bit until we were back to normal—”

“—But people got greedy. They knew we were already weaker without offerings being made to the shrine, and they were ready to take advantage of our decrease in mana.”

“Kita-san’s grandmother would give us offerings and come to every performance at the festivals. Kita-san joined her, of course, but one year, she brought along some girls in hopes to help him find a bride—”

“—even though he was like, twelve!”

Hinata gasped and looked up at the silverette, seemingly in awe. “Kita-san, you had game from a young age?!”

“I don’t know, do I have ‘game’ now?”

The redhead struggled to answer, especially with the amusement dancing in Kita’s eyes.

Atsumu cut in before Hinata could embarrass himself, “Those stupid girls decided to be annoying during my performance, and ended up distracting me. Usually with the dance, we can steadily feed the forest mana and influence how much leaves us. Since it was interrupted—”

“'Tsumu lost a lot of mana, and I had to try to compensate it. Kita-san’s grandma tried to help me, but 'Tsumu was grabbed by some adults before Kita-san could get to him. When they went into the forest, I got away from Kita-san’s grandma to find them.”

“They sealed most of our power, but Kita-san managed to interrupt the ritual before they could force us into a contract. Kita-san was so angry, it was like watching the beast from Naruto.”

“Oh, the Nine-Tails!” Osamu corrected.

“Didn’t it have a name? Kuroomi or something??”

“Ah, Kurama!” Hinata blurted.

“Yeah, that!” The twins affirmed, snapping and pointing—or were those finger guns?

“He totally looked like Kurama when he was beating the shit out of those dudes!”

“I think he only turned back when his grandma started calling for him.”

“So, let me get this straight—”

Osamu coughed, “—Good luck with that—”

“—Kita-san can turn into a super gigantic awesome fox monster and you two keep getting younger? Except for when you get mana?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

Hinata practically had stars in his eyes.

“We know it’s selfish to ask this of you after we, uh, bit you...”

“But, Shoyo-kun....”

The twins bowed, foreheads touching the floor. “Please form a contract with us.”

“...Eh?”

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•• Part 11 of (?) ••

• A lot of this is influenced by Natsume Yuujinchou to some extent and I am not sorry. Also ykno how I reblogged Kindaichi with his hair down? I did so while looking for some KinHina, and now I’m a little tempted to write smthn. Or maybe KuniHina. Or literally anyone with Hinata because when I say hinata harem I mean Hinata HAREM. •

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hinata rare pair week day 2 - royal AU; hinata with the captain squad.

Part 11.5

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Ahhh tysm 💕💕💕

I was really worried about their characterization while I was writing them, and to hear you say that my writing style and my version of them is good 🥺🥺🥺😭😭 I love y’all sm ❤️❤️

Because I’m still a lil bit in Inarizaki mode, here’s a quick lil thang 😘

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“Wait, you’re telling me that tiny little ginger is the one who has Kita-san wrapped around his little finger??”

Suna could hardly believe it. Aran, while surprised, took the information in stride, at least moreso than the twins expected, and as they nodded eagerly, Suna whipped out his phone.

“Hey, shortie!” he called, quickly hiding and pulling Aran with him. As the twins (especially Atsumu) panicked at the sudden attention from the redhead, Suna took as many pictures as he could, quickly downloading them to the cloud in case the twins tried to delete them.

“So it’s not just Kita-san, then.” Aran noted aloud, observing the way the boy’s bright persona affected the twins. Osamu’s usual stoic (if not irritated) expression looked like it took more effort than it should to maintain, like he was just barely keeping himself from smiling.

Of course, the tan man’s eyes shifted over to the redhead, and he couldn’t stop the slight drop in his jaw and the creases forming at the corners of his lips. Furthermore, the scent of strength came off of the boy, juxtaposing his overall slim and agile form. He felt like Atsumu—the pathetic simp, as Suna would unashamedly correct him—when he imagined how warm the ginger’s hugs would be, and how his small hands would fit into his palms.

“I wonder what Kita-san’s expressions are like when he sees this Hinata Shoyo.” The brunette pondered, interest swimming in his eyes despite his impassive expression. “I’m sure they’d be amusing, if not at least interesting.”

Aran didn’t really need to think about it. “He probably smiles.”

“Kita-san smiling? He hasn’t done much of that in years—what makes you think that shrimp would get him to do that?”

“Just a hunch.” It was just a hunch, but he was quite certain. “But I’d even bet on it.”

Suna, of course, couldn’t pass up the opportunity to blackmail Aran, even if it was only on the darker man’s terms. His ears and tail twitched, the latter appendage swaying the way a cat’s would when stalking its prey. “Oh?”

Aran snorted. Hook, line, and sinker. Suna was just as predictable as Kita claimed he was, although he knew there wasn’t really any downside for the brunette in this wager. Either he gets pictures of Kita smiling (probably to sell them, the bastard) or he gets Aran to do one thing he wants him to. Regardless, his tail swished in amusement, and his ears flattened a little as they discussed their innocent bet, peering eagerly down at the unknowing Hinata Shoyo.

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••Part 11.5 of (?)••

• you know I love the Haikyu boys equally, I say, staring at the Inarizaki boys with hearts in my eyes. •

•also yes I love Aran—he’s a black man, so my tan ass goes “he’s one of me” despite the fact that I probably don’t have even a similar ethnicity (I’m desi, both parents from Bangladesh). Also pls don’t take that first part of the sentence out of context I will actually smite you if you make me seem racist over simping for a tan POC in an anime •

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Part 10

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I got carried away OTL. This may have been influenced by me watching too much NatsuYuu 

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Hinata was not pleased with this situation.

Pressing his back to a a withering tree, his eyes darted around as a shiver passed through his body. The graveyard was quiet, although the tranquility that some found when cleaning the tombstones was evidently not present within Hinata.

A breeze broke the eerie stillness, sending a few leaves aloft, which then skittered across the ground whence gravity recalled them. Hinata whimpered a bit.

“I just need to clean up the grave and place and offering. Clean and offering. Clean and offering...”

“You can’t clean a grave from behind a tree.”

Hinata screamed, backing further against the tree, the bark digging into and scratching his skin through his shirt. “Wh-Who—Ghost?!”

From the white robes to the silver-and-black hair, the guess wasn’t unfounded.

“Nope.”

Hinata could’ve cried from relief.

“Are you lost?”

“N-no. I think....”