For the supermarket au thing can i ask you baby Hinata and dads Akaashi and Bokuto? As idiot as possible, pretty please!
Yay! Thank you, dear anon, cause we’ve been waiting on those requests for a while!Also, you just happened to choose one of my favorites parents/child combos, so here they come! ~
His and Shoyo’s cheerfulness had cliqued from the very first time they met.Theirs was a newly formed family in terms of time, but it was without doubt a strongly wanted one.Akaashi and Bokuto had been together for so long, that marriage had come to them almost has just a formality.They have been married for years even before the actual deed. The lingering desire for a child had always been there, in the background, waiting for them to be ready for the next step in their relationship. Bokuto had been the one proposing the matter one day, while they were watching a movie, Akaashi had accepted readily, having pondered by himself for awhile on the thought of a child, and from there they have started their journey had parents. From the first moment Akaashi saw a laughing Shoyo in Bokuto’s arms - the eyes of his husband alight with happiness while watching the baby - he had known that was the perfect baby for them. He was theirs. No hesitation. The adoption process had been a long one, but finally just before Shoyo’s first birthday they had been able to take their son home.
Now, almost five months later, the Saturday morning grocery shopping had become an habitual family affair. It went unsaid Shoyo loved the quiet supermarket where they usually went. The child started babbling excitedly from the first moment he was put in the cart and didn’t end until they went home, when he usually passed out in Akaashi’s arms along the road back. The first few times they had tried to keep him in their arms while grocery shopping, they had ended up losing sight of him - Shoyo had been a fast learner in regards to walking- , searching frantically for the child along the aisles, just to find him a few minutes later happily tearing apart tissue bags on the floor. That time they ended up going home with a month worth amount of tissues, and none of them suffered from allergies in spring.Now they had learned from their previous mistakes and decided that no amount of trashing or pouty lips was worth the risk of Shoyo wandering around by himself, and so the child was buckled in his seat in the cart from the moment they set foot in the supermarket.Usually after the first few minutes of affronted glaring between Akaashi and Shoyo, the child surrendered too distracted by the colourful things on the shelves, always ready to extend his little hands toward them.He had a fascination for cookies, smashing the packets happily against the cart holder whenever he got his hands on them.They were now okay with cookie crumbles for breakfast.Bokuto however, was very weak to his son’s pouty lips whenever was his turn at pushing the cart and Shoyo -that little sneaky ball of sunshine- seemed to have caught on this.So usually the situation ended up like this: Bokuto bouncing around with Shoyo perched on his shoulder, screaming happily while running through the aisles and Akaashi tiredly trying to stop them while completing their grocery shopping.He really could just tell Bokuto to stop being so loud in those moments, but he really didn’t want to. Not when Shoyo was babbling “DADA” at the top of his lungs, clutching at his husband hairs, with the biggest smile on his lips.How could he?