Ship: Kita Shinsuke & Akashi Seijuurou + Kita Shinsuke & Miya Atsumu Fandom: Haikyuu!! & Kuroko no Basuke Major Tags: None Other Tags: supernatural elements, Kita is a touch empath Word Count: 539
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He sees the jacket sitting there in the locker rooms when they first walk in upon arriving at the gymnasium for Nationals. It's clearly out of place, a bright white and pale blue against the lockers and the wooden benches. He picks it up, holding it with both hands, and reads the back of the jacket.
Rakuzan, it reads, and he recognises the name. It's a school known for its excellence at sports, particularly basketball. They don't have a volleyball team, so they won't be here at Nationals. It must have been left behind by a member of one of their other teams, who was here for another event before the volleyball nationals.
He checks the insides of it, in case its owner has left a tag with their name. Instead, he finds it embroidered onto the inside of the jacket: Akashi Seijuurou.
"Well, then," Kita mutters to himself, folding the jacket up and placing it on top of his bag. Rakuzan is a Kyoto school; if the Rakuzan players have already gone home, it will be easier for Kita to get the jacket back to Akashi from home, rather than from here in the city.
"Hey, should you really go picking up other people's things?" Atsumu asks, resting his arm on Kita's shoulder. "A stranger's, no less. You never know what you'll pick up from there."
"That's not how touch empaths work, Miya," Kita replies, shaking his head. "Whoever this guy is, he'd need to have some real hang ups about his sport if I can feel any of his thoughts through his jacket."
"Okay," Atsumu replies, giving the jacket a critical look. "Just be careful."
It takes five minutes before Kita is hit with feelings that don't belong to him. It starts as it always does, as a headache at the back of his mind, that resolves itself into something that he can make more sense of; not quite distinct thoughts or memories, but a vague mixture that pulls Kita out of his mind and into someone else's.
He's standing on a basketball court, with nobody else around, a ball held in his hands. It should feel strange, when it's nothing like the volleyballs that Kita is used to handling, but it feels perfectly at home here. He feels perfectly at home, and that's the thought that keeps running through his mind: home, safe, home, safe, home—
"Captain," Atsumu says, and his voice is a little harder this time. "I thought we just talked about this."
"Uh." Kita blinks, and he's back in the present. He has his hands balled into fists so tightly that his nails are biting into his palms. He opens his hands, flexing his fingers. "Right."
"I'm gonna tell the coach," Atsumu mutters. "Just leave it to us, yeah? It's not good for you to be playing like this. You can come out onto the court when you're feeling like yourself again."
Kita wants to argue but he knows better than to try. Atsumu's right. Part of his mind is still stuck somewhere else, in an empty basketball court.
Home, comes the stray thought again, and Kita makes a mental note to find this Akashi Seijuurou as soon as possible. For curiosity's sake.
FILL: TEAM KAGEYAMA TOBIO/OIKAWA TOORU, G
Fandom: Haikyuu!! & Kuroko no Basuke
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: supernatural elements, Kita is a touch empath
Word Count: 539
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He sees the jacket sitting there in the locker rooms when they first walk in upon arriving at the gymnasium for Nationals. It's clearly out of place, a bright white and pale blue against the lockers and the wooden benches. He picks it up, holding it with both hands, and reads the back of the jacket.
Rakuzan, it reads, and he recognises the name. It's a school known for its excellence at sports, particularly basketball. They don't have a volleyball team, so they won't be here at Nationals. It must have been left behind by a member of one of their other teams, who was here for another event before the volleyball nationals.
He checks the insides of it, in case its owner has left a tag with their name. Instead, he finds it embroidered onto the inside of the jacket: Akashi Seijuurou.
"Well, then," Kita mutters to himself, folding the jacket up and placing it on top of his bag. Rakuzan is a Kyoto school; if the Rakuzan players have already gone home, it will be easier for Kita to get the jacket back to Akashi from home, rather than from here in the city.
"Hey, should you really go picking up other people's things?" Atsumu asks, resting his arm on Kita's shoulder. "A stranger's, no less. You never know what you'll pick up from there."
"That's not how touch empaths work, Miya," Kita replies, shaking his head. "Whoever this guy is, he'd need to have some real hang ups about his sport if I can feel any of his thoughts through his jacket."
"Okay," Atsumu replies, giving the jacket a critical look. "Just be careful."
It takes five minutes before Kita is hit with feelings that don't belong to him. It starts as it always does, as a headache at the back of his mind, that resolves itself into something that he can make more sense of; not quite distinct thoughts or memories, but a vague mixture that pulls Kita out of his mind and into someone else's.
He's standing on a basketball court, with nobody else around, a ball held in his hands. It should feel strange, when it's nothing like the volleyballs that Kita is used to handling, but it feels perfectly at home here. He feels perfectly at home, and that's the thought that keeps running through his mind: home, safe, home, safe, home—
"Captain," Atsumu says, and his voice is a little harder this time. "I thought we just talked about this."
"Uh." Kita blinks, and he's back in the present. He has his hands balled into fists so tightly that his nails are biting into his palms. He opens his hands, flexing his fingers. "Right."
"I'm gonna tell the coach," Atsumu mutters. "Just leave it to us, yeah? It's not good for you to be playing like this. You can come out onto the court when you're feeling like yourself again."
Kita wants to argue but he knows better than to try. Atsumu's right. Part of his mind is still stuck somewhere else, in an empty basketball court.
Home, comes the stray thought again, and Kita makes a mental note to find this Akashi Seijuurou as soon as possible. For curiosity's sake.