girl dads (various x y/n)
a/n: huge credits to @emmyrosee!! she has such good dad!aus and those are 100% what inspired me to write this. the portions about post game interviews were heavily inspired by this fic by @miyaz6ki so credits there alsoooo
characters featured: wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, daichi sawamura
if u can't tell this is a dad!au, and there's multiple characters involved in this. it's mainly just headcannon style, but of course i got carried away and wrote paragraphs for some as well. i do not, in fact, have any children, so if things are inaccurate, i sincerely apologize. enjoy :3
this man quite literally views his daughter as the center of the universe. he loves her so incredibly much, and he’d give up literally anything for her. when she was born, that was the first time you’d ever seen him cry. but for him, seeing his little girl, so small and precious, knowing that he’d get to raise her and watch her grow up brought him to tears.
he was also very protective over her, not even telling the media he had a daughter until she was 3 years old.
he just carried her after a game to his press conference, sat her down on his lap, and acted like he hadn’t just broken the internet. An interviewer asked him, “wakatoshi-san, whose daughter is that?” and fully straight faced, he just answered, “mine. she’s 3 years old. i trust you all will manage your volume around her.” about a hundred cameras went off at the same time, and he immediately gently covered the little girl’s eyes, making her giggle straight into the mic. “peek-a-boo, dada?” and you, sitting at the side, watched everyone’s hearts completely melt at your daughter’s comment. wakatoshi, of course, was involved in this reaction, and he replied back to his daughter right away. “yeah, sweetheart. we can play peek-a-boo.”
your daughter stole the show the rest of the night. she was a talkative girl, and the mic picked up everything she said. “wakatoshi, about that spike you hit in the 4th set, just walk me through what was going on in your head.” “It was a crucial point. I think it definetly impacted the momentum of our team-” “mo… moo-me-tu?” your husband melted once again. “momentum, sweetheart. Mo-men-tum,” he corrected gently, sounding out each syllable. he cleared his throat, remembering where he was. “apologies. as I was saying, it was a turning point for the team-” “dada, i sleepy,” your daughter yawned, and you glanced at wakatoshi, raising a thumb up in a silent question of whether he was okay to keep holding her. he nodded immediately, adjusting her so her head was resting on his chest and his hand was gently stroking her hair.
you doubted a single interviewer was actually fully focused throughout that whole interview. the media would go insane in a couple hours as well, you were sure. but you also knew wakatoshi wouldn’t care, so long as he had his daughter with him.
he is the definition of a girl dad. he’s always loved having conversations with your daughter, even when all she could do was eat, sleep, and cry.
but as she got older, she got so talkative. and it was all tooru’s fault. because this man would respond to even her most incomprehensible babbles, nodding as though it were the most precious wisdom coming straight from a prophet. and so, now that she could actually form complete sentences at the ripe age of 4 years old, the two of them would have conversations all day long.
“dada, i want a unicorn.” “i’ll ask your uncle hajime. i think he knows where to find them. what type of unicorn do you want, princess?” she paused for a moment, brow furrowing as she thought. “pink. fluffy. and big as you, dada!” she giggled wildly as tooru gasped in mock outrage. “as big as me? impossible.” he picked her up, tickling her and planting tons of kisses on her head. "the unicorn has to be smaller than me, okay, darling?" still laughing loudly from the tickles, your daughter nodded immediately with a grin that matched her father's one perfectly. the same grin you'd fallen for all those years ago, now on the little girl that you and tooru loved most in the world.
tooru also spoils her. a lot. one day, she'd gone up to you while tooru was taking a nap, looked up with those big brown eyes of hers, and asked, "mama, can i have ch-chocolate?" no. the answer was no, and she knew that. "sorry, sweetheart, remember the rule? only one piece a day, and you already had in the morning." but she only pouted and added, "but dada said i could." and boy do you hear that phrase a lot now. you couldn't even be mad at your husband though because he wasn't unreasonable or careless about taking care of your daughter. he simply gave into her puppy eyes just a little bit easier than you did.
tooru also brings his daughter to his games, but it's more rare than she actually joins him during the press conferences. because again, this girl will talk nonstop. once he brought her to a press conference, and within minutes, she was talking to the reporters, asking them about their favorite colors, foods, puppy breeds, the most random, adorable topics.
but as talkative as she is, she's also incredibly hardworking, focused, and dedicated to whatever she sets her mind on. she's silly and funny, but if you tell her to complete a worksheet, she's doing it right away. doesn't that sound just like someone you know?
if there's one thing tetsuro loves doing with his daughter, it's playing games.
as soon as she could play rock paper scissors, tic tac toe, and chopsticks, they were playing those nonstops.
you knew your husband was competitive, but you didn't expect him to make your daughter just as competitive as well.
not all their games are competitive, though. you'd often see the two of them, tetsuro awkwardly hunched over her dollhouse or castle as they dressed up all of her little dolls and decorated her houses. and you were certain it was the most wholesome thing you'd ever seen.
tetsuro also loves impressing his daughter and getting to do things for her. for example, one evening, after you'd tucked her in already and were about to go to sleep, tetsuro asked you, very genuinely, "can i practice doing your hair? i want to be able to do it for her. properly."
and so you spent that night teaching him how to brush, tie, and braid, and you swore you hadn't seen him that focused since high school.
the next day, when your daughter asked you to do her hair for her, as you always did, tetsuro immediately perked up and looked you in the eye, communicating just through that look. you smiled and told your daughter, "sweetheart, what if daddy did your hair? would you be alright with that? he's been practicing a lot." she thought over it for a moment before responding with a happy, "okay!"
when she sat down in front of tetsuro, you could see his hands shake slightly as he brushed through her hair. this guy was nervous.
once he was done, though, your daughter loved it. "i love it, dada! but mama still does it better," she declared, to which he responded, "i know, princess. your mama's the best."
she hummed in thought before reaching out, wrapping her tiny hand around just 2 of his fingers. "can we go play fashion dress up now? pretty please?"
the best dad out there. hands down. partially because he's had so much experience parenting the karasuno boys volleyball team.
but with his own daughter, he's the type of dad who's so protective and so proud of his little girl.
if the slightest thing happens to her, even something as small as a bug bite, he's so prepared. so imagine his complete breakdown the first time she got a fever.
his daughter's and wife's safeties are the most important things in the world to him, and he'd give anything to just see the two of them laughing and smiling.
he's also so proud of his daughter. always. she could hand him a paper with just 6 different colored scribbles, and he'd stare at it with pure admiration. "you wanna become an artist, huh, sweetheart? this looks beautiful."
he once brought her to the station just to show her off to the other officers there. and the others loved her so much. and she loved them too.
"dada, so many friends here!" she announced, earning her a collective "awwww" from literally everyone in the station.
and in a few minutes, she's been offered pens, paper, snacks, badges, whatever they had with them that could entertain her.
meanwhile, daichi was just telling stories after stories about his daughter, eyes lighting up as he talked about her hobbies, her stories, and the things she loved doing.
daichi hates having to work late shifts at the precinct because it means he often doesn't get to tuck his daughter in. but every evening, even if she's already asleep, he makes sure to come in, fix her blanket, and give her a kiss on the forehead.
one evening though, he comes in after a long, late night shift to find her still awake, reading a book using the light of her little night light.
"sweetheart.. it's so late, why are you still up?"
"i wanted to wait for you, dada. mama... mama said you'd be home late. 'm sorry for staying up..."
daichi felt himself actually melt. "no, no, it's okay. it's all good. that's very sweet of you, darling. does mama know you're awake?"
she looked down, clearly ashamed. "n-no... it was supposed to be a surprise.."
daichi slowly sat down on her bed, gently pulling her into his arms. "aww, sweetheart.. it's okay. i think it's a very, very sweet surprise. you just made daddy's day," he started, stroking her hair tenderly. "but we don't lie to mama, okay? and we also don't read books with this little light on. it hurts your eyes."
she nodded, fully burying her face in his chest. "mmkay, dada. 'm sleepy now... i love you.." "i love you more. goodnight."
sure, he'd always had experience being a leader and captain, and his everyday job was to protect those around him. but every day with you and his daughter taught him something new, and every day he'd swear to do everything he could to keep his two girls happy.
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