listen i have emotions about yusuke holding his baby for the first time?? the sayuri was probably the most emotional part of p5 for me. so can i please have yusuke holding his kid for the first time as a prompt?
lkajhglkshg anon now you have given me emotions. here you go, i hope you like it <3Â
also on ao3 for those who prefer it:Â archiveofourown.org/works/16882878
In this moment, Yusuke thinks that his mother must have been the greatest artist who ever lived.
Yusuke had always been captivated by the beauty of Sayuri, had always sought to recreate it. Once the truth behind the painting had come out, all of his emotions regarding it had gotten that much more complicated. Ann had once suggested that the only reason that Sayuri looks that beautiful is because his mother had poured all the love she felt for him into the canvas. That it was the genuine emotion behind it that drew everyone to the painting.
Looking at the infant in his arms right now, he canât even begin to fathom how to give the incredible amount of love he feels any sort of form at all. Anything he can picture in his mind falls short, no medium could be encompassing enough, no colour vibrant enough to capture this emotion within him. It is, in a word, overwhelming.
âInari,â Futaba calls out from the bed, her tone chiding. âYouâre getting snot on my creation.â
Yusuke startles out of his reverie and blinks- Oh. He is indeed crying. How curious, he hadnât noticed. He looks up to see Futaba give him a soft, understanding smile. She is inspiring too, he thinks, but in a different way. Her auburn hair, piled atop her head in a messy bun, shines strangely under the harsh, white lighting of the hospital. Her glasses have been removed and Yusuke can see the dark circles under her eyes. He commits this to memory as well. Â Â
âGive him here,â Futaba holds out her arms. Yusuke hesitates, just for a moment, before sidling into the spot just beside her. Gently, he transfers their son into her arms, taking care to support his head before wiping the tears tracking down his eyes. Their son remains blessedly asleep throughout the ordeal.
âAwww, look at him,â Futaba coos gently, tracing a finger down the line of his chubby cheek. âHe looks just like you.â
Futaba gives him a look that she favours whenever she believes him to be acting âstupidâ. âHe has your hair,â she tells him bluntly. âAnd your eyes.â
Well yes, that is true. His hair, as sparse as it currently is, is still distinctly the same colour as Yusukeâs. And his eyes do seem to be grey in colour. âYes,â he acquiesces slowly. âPerhaps so. But in all other matters he vaguely resembles, I believe, a screaming potato.â Â
Futaba chortles out loud at that, jostling the baby, and Yusuke quickly places his hands over hersâ to make sure heâs stable. Futaba quirks an amused eyebrow at him. âHe happens to be quite fragile!â Yusuke says defensively.
âPlease, no baby that can scream that hard for that long is fragile,â she shakes her head. âNo baby of mine is fragile, period.â
Oh but he is. So, so very soft and small- barely the length of Yusukeâs forearm. He doesnât know if itâs some evolutionary instinct or not but he is overcome but a fierce desire to protect him at all costs. It makes every terrible person heâs ever met in his life so much more heinous by comparison. How could anyone ever feel anything less for their child?
They stay that way for a long time, Futabaâs head on Yusukeâs shoulder, their hands entwined under their sonâs head. Eventually, Futaba stirs.
âThe others are probably getting antsy by now,â she murmurs. âWe should let âem in so they can gush over how cute he is.â
Yusuke glances at the door. Their friends have been there since Futaba went into labour hours ago, he doubts any of them have left. Akira in particular, would certainly not leave until he sees his surrogate nephew for the first.
He looks back over to his wife and child, curled contentedly around him. âJust a little while longer,â he promises and Futaba hums in agreement.
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