He definitely didn’t even think he could reproduce. Much less get you pregnant within the first year of his existence. He thought that the reproduction of curses was only something his mother could do, not a hereditary trait.
So he ran away with you. Far away to the country side of Japan. Leaving all of the chaos of what was happening in the jujutsu world behind because it wasn't his world anymore. It was you and the little life growing inside you.
You both changed your last names. Hid that you two knew or were a part of the jujutsu world. Your lives were completely turned upside down to ensure this baby had a chance. That your family had a chance.
Choso, especially, did everything he could to ensure your safety. You were not going to meet his mother's same fate, and he would be damned if his children met the same fate as him and his brothers.
This was going to be different. This family was going to be his and his alone to take care of. To protect.
He was no longer “older brother” onii-cha first; he was “papa” first and an older brother second. Regardless, he was still the leader of a family. His family. Nothing was more important to him than family.
Dad!Choso is more affectionately addressed as Papa!Choso
When he got you pregnant, the only name he used to address you was "mama." Your name too when it came to more serious matters, but 90% of the time you were always "mama”.
“You feeling okay today, mama?”
“Hey mama, do you know where my hair ties are?”
“You’re glowing today, mama.”
“Fuck, you feel so good, mama.”
"Oooh, mama, let’s have another baby.”
“Fuck mama, just like that, squirt on me again.”
Pregnant!You had his mommy kink on high.
Choso is 1000% a girl dad. Never knowing a love quite as powerful as when his first daughter was born. He was hooked. He was completely devoted to the little girl in his arms, who held his entire heart. He finally understood what it was to be human. Finally he understood the depths of love and devotion.
This love resulted in five more daughters, despite the first being an absolute miracle. After his second, you and him were both sure that he was just as human as a curse, but Choso was relentless. He wanted a big family, and after you saw the way he was with your firstborn, you wanted the same thing. You had always known how wonderful a brother he was, so why would fatherhood be any different? He was perfect. Your kids were perfect, and after the 6th daughter in a row, you wanted to at least take a break from being pregnant, and Choso understood that, so naturally, your 7th child was born a year later.
A son.
Choso was the eldest brother of the cursed womb death paintings. Half human. Half curse. But when he fell in love with you and reproduced with you, his children took on a similar concept as the death paintings. All of his children were mostly humans with sorcerer abilities or maybe even curses. Who really knew? Choso's genetic makeup was as much a mystery to you as your kids were. You both were not completely sure.
Choso was no longer the eldest brother of the death paintings. He was now the father of the seven virtues.
Ren’Ai the daughter of Love
Hikaeme the daughter of Humility
Emika the daughter of Kindness
Kokumei the daughter of Diligence
Jihi the daughter of Charity
Zenshin the daughter of Temperance
Nintai the son of Patience
— ଘ(੭ ˘ ᵕ˘)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟᵕ꒳ᵕ~
I do not own the rights to Choso. I do reserve the right to the idea of Choso being the father of the 7 virtues and the 7 virtues being personified and sorcerers. Please do not steal, translate, or repost. Reblogs are appreciated ♡
It was something that warmed his heart in the mornings, despite the annoyance that first overcomes him. The tiny whispers and giggles, the not-so subtle squeals, the footsteps.
That's what got him. They were so tiny and yet so heavy and clumsy. It made his lips twitch, even when he buried his face into his wife's neck for just a bit more peace before the day started.
"M... mama?" "Nuh uh. Papa. Papa wake up and open bef' mama." He hears the youngest two talk amongst themselves outside of the cracked bedroom door, trying to be mannerable.
His eldest, however, wasn't as patient. She opens the door, the twins whining in complaint. "No! Shushly," "Too open! Wake up!" His wife sighs, cupping the back of his head.
"Should we let them know we're awake?" He grunts, opening his eyes enough to peek at the woman. "... no." He pecks her lips, before closing his eyes and hiding his face once more.
"Papa and mama needs to be up. It's breakfast time, guys." "Mama sleepy and down." "Still beddy-bye, sister," The eldest huffs, hands on her tiny hips as she squints down at them.
Something she sees their father and mother do on multiple occasions. Mostly her father. "I want waffles. And sausage. And only mama and papa can use the stove." She tried to convince.
The twins, still hiding behind the doorframe, think. The youngest boy speaks up first. "Um... ask papa. Mama's sleepy lot." His sister nods in agreeance. "Mhm. Not mama,"
The eldest nods, stomping over to the bed (which the twins scold her for) before tugging at his pillowcase. He doesn't move, not wanting to part from his wife's warmth. But, she tugs again.
"Papa... papa, get up." He sighs, but doesn't open his eyes. "What?" "I want breakfast. And juice." He grunts and grumbles, not moving. Two tiny footsteps approach cautiously.
A tiny hand clumsily tries to reach for his head and hair. "P... um... papa? Papa," He sighs deeply, turning his body so that he was on his back and finally opening his eyes. "Yes, baby?"
He patiently stares down at his only boy as he tried to get his thoughts in order. He waits, yawning as he could feel his wife doze beside him once more.
"Um... can... can breakfast be... be have, please?" "Had." Choso corrected, really not wanting to move. The boy nods, correcting himself. "Can breakfast be... had, please?"
"Now." His eldest spoke up, her voice louder as she nodded. His youngest girl tugs on her sister's nightgown. "Shushly," She reminded, his eldest groaning.
"I don't want to be quiet, I'm hungry-!" "Oi." The children's head snap up towards him, shutting up instantly at the tone. He sighs, sitting up, scratching at his bare neck and abdomen.
"What time is it?" "7, papa. Breakfast." His eldest kept pushing, pouting when he lazily glared at her. He rubs at his face, contemplating his life decisions.
Seconds later, he feels a tiny hand pat at his bigger ones. "... sad gone?" He chuckles, uncovering his face and looking down at his tiniest little one. He pats her head.
"No, not sad. 'm tired." Regardless, he scoops his children up and set them on the bed. He stands, stretching. "Kiss mama and let's go." All of the children eagerly and easily follow the command.
They scurry off to the kitchen, making him sigh again. They had too much energy for such little things, he swore. He stares down at his wife for a bit longer before bending down to kiss her head.
"I'll be sure to keep them quiet, darling."
It wasn't so different, back then. The only difference was the amount of tiny footsteps in the house. The door would creak open, the footsteps would come in, and a weight on the bed.
"... mama?" The tiny one got no response, causing her to pout but turn to her father. "Papa? Papa, up," He squints his eyes open, at the tiny hands on his bare chest. "Hm?"
She grins in response. "Mornin'," "I can see that, baby." He grumbles, rubbing at his face. The girl bounces excitedly, manners gone. "Breakfas', breakfas', breakfas'-!" She cheers.
His wife groans softly and weakly, causing him to glare at his daughter. She immediately stops, blinking in confusion until her father turns to her mother. He shushes her gently, pecking her nose.
"I've got it, darling. Go back to bed, okay? It's okay." He rubs at her hip, waist, and back gently. Wanting to comfort her mother, too, she pets her head.
Choso watches, amused, before scooping her up onto his stomach. "Say bye to mama and papa'll make breakfast." She immediately nods with a wide grin, leaning over to kiss at her mama.
Once that was done, he does the same and stands. From over his shoulder, his little one waves sweetly. "Night night, mama." He sighs fondly, dragging himself downstairs.
Every morning, almost, it used to be that way. But now, his oldest got more and more hangry, less and less sweet with her demands. Ironically, the twins kept her in check.
Currently, he made the kids waffles, eggs, and sausage since they insisted. He put the kids in charge of the juice, watching them cautiously cut the apples for them to be crushed.
Luckily, he remembered that children weren't supposed to handle regular knives, giving them the kiddie ones. His little girls giggle at their progress, as his boy was still on his first apple.
He pauses his efforts at the stove, looking down at him. "... baby, you okay?" The boy nods, his tiny eyes determined as his hands slowly cut the apple. "Time take, like mama."
Choso hums, watching. Him and his wife had this conversation before. Their son just moved slower than most, despite his quick thinking. There was nothing wrong with it.
Originally, he thought it was some sort of setback. But once he noted the content on his son's face when moving slower than everyone else, he brushed it off.
His son wasn't different, just himself. And he loved him for it, just as he loved all of his children. His eldest looks down at her brother, scrunching up her nose. "Do you need help?"
The boy shakes his head, chopping the last of his apple. She shrugs, turning to her sister, who kept dropping her pieces everywhere. She huffs, turning to Choso in complaint.
"Papa, she's dripping everywhere!" Choso shrugs. "So?" "It's all messy!" "It's an easy clean, love." He dismisses, plating all of the food once it was done. He plops the dishes in the sink, sighing.
It was... so much. He'd get it later. He then grabs the apple pieces and grabs their manual juicer that was in one of the cabinets. The children giggle, making him huff. "I didn't even start."
They loved it when he did this. He didn't get why. He got why his wife loved it so much, but it was silly how the children got so excited watching him do something so mundane.
He shakes his head at their amazed and awed expressions, but continues until they got their juice. He keeps them out of reach, however, staring down at them as they complained.
"Go wash your hands." They hurry to do so, little feet hitting the ground hard as they ran. He sighs, again. He did that a lot – a perk of fatherhood, he supposed.
He cleans the counters and some of the utensils they used earlier, a soft sound hitting his ears. He chuckles at it, not bothering to turn around. "Mm... Cho," "I'm in here."
The footsteps stop behind him, arms wrapping comfortably around his waist. He gently rubs her forearm, thumb tracing her pulse. His shoulder slump at the constant reminder.
"Good morning, darling," She yawns, nuzzling her face into his bare back. Just then, the tiny footsteps reapproach with an excited vigor, calling out to him. He looks behind him at his family.
Dad!Choso saw that you were struggling around the house. He thought you could use a break today
Dad!Choso sends you to the park with some money to treat his family.
Dad!Choso says not to worry about the house. He’ll take care of everything. Just go play with your kiddo.
Dad!Choso says not to come back for a few hours. And get something nice for yourself.
After several hours of outside time and a cute lunch with your toddler you pull in the driveway exhausted from running around.
Dad!Choso is there greeting you because he heard the car. He grabs his little one out of the car and carry’s them inside.
Looking around the house is spotless. He’s vacuumed, and put away all the toys. The table isn’t sticky anymore and all the laundry is folded. The bathroom is clean and the dishes are done.
Dad!Choso tells you to go to the store for yourself too. He tells you to get anything you might need for the house and at least one treat for yourself. Says he just got a bonus and you guys deserve a few treats.
Dad!Choso is so sweet to your kiddo and you. He’s got everything handled. Even a towel laid out for your post shopping shower. He even watches as you show him the cute family Halloween costume you bought. His eyes light up at the ren faire costumes and matching baby dragon costume.
I can’t stop thinking about how badly I wanna have Choso’s babies so here’s some fluffy headcanons about dad!Choso
Character: Choso Kamo (JJK)
Warnings: none
•He tears up with a lot of you and your children’s firsts. The first time he sees you holding your babies, the first time he feels their tiny hands grip onto his finger, the first time they look up at him with curious eyes, the first time they give him a little smile, the first time they call him “dad” or some variation of that. It really makes him realize that “Oh my god, I’m actually a dad now, this is real, and they accept me, and they love me and I love them” and his heart is just so full.
•Choso helps out with the kids as much as he can. He’ll help change their diapers, prepare their food, bathe them, etc. Whatever you and your children need, he’s there to make things easier and take care of you. Even as the kids grow up, he always tries to be present and set the best example for them.
•Choso brushes and dries your kids’ hair after they've had their baths every night, detangling it if needed, making sure it’s properly taken care of before you both put them to bed. The kids absolutely love this - he’s so gentle and calm with them through the process that they start to fall asleep before he’s even done brushing it.
•Choso also likes to brush your children’s hair in the morning before they go to school, giving them cute hairstyles and sometimes asking you to do his own hair to match theirs
•Choso gets so excited about picking out cute outfits for your kids. When they were still babies, sometimes you’d go to the mall and see Choso’s eyes light up when you walked by a set of adorably tiny shoes, or by a cute little pair of baby-sized overalls. As the kids get older and start to develop their own fashion sense, Choso still loves to go clothes shopping with them, encouraging them when they try out new styles.
•Your kids love when Choso carries them on his shoulders. He makes sure he’s holding them securely in place, and they grab onto his hair like little handlebars.
•Choso carries pictures of you and your children everywhere he goes (in his wallet, in his phone case, in his pockets, basically anywhere that’s within his reach). That way you’re always with him even if he's busy, if you’re at work, or if your kids are at school.
•This man is 100% the type to always show up to your kids’ school and extracurricular events. Be it sports games, concerts, school plays, spelling bees, the science fair –honestly anything at all– if it involves your child, Choso will be there to support and encourage them.
•Choso is so protective of you and your kids. It can be a little bit much at times and you have to remind him to tone it down. He just gets anxious at the thought of him not being there if anything bad were to happen. At the same time, though, he believes in you and your kids’ strengths and he knows you can stand up for yourselves if the need arises.
•If your children make something or gift him something, Choso will treat those things as his most prized possessions. Your kid draws him a picture? Choso frames it and hangs it up on the wall. Your kid sculpts something in art class? Choso displays it on a shelf in your house. Your kid makes him a shirt that says “World’s Best Dad”? Choso wears it any chance he gets, that’s his favorite shirt now.
•All in all, Choso is a great dad. He’s so proud of you and your kids, and so happy to have his family, and he loves you all so so much ❤️
Side note - imagine your kids inheriting the Kamo blood manipulation technique, so they each end up with a variation of the blood mark Choso has on his nose pls that’s so cute I could melt
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hi to this really late 🎊 anon request! I’m so glad to have finally finished this because it was such a good request and it never left my mind. I was just in school still when you asked so it took me a bit longer sorry! Choso strictly calling reader “mama” as soon as he gets her pregnant is canon. I don’t make the rules I just enforce them.
𝐈 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬
“I don’t understand.”
You watched Choso in the mirror as he cocked his head to the side. His brows furrowed in obvious confusion.
Looking back at yourself in the mirror you traced your fingertips across the white and purplish red marks clawing up your stomach, leading them into the wrinkles close to your navel.
You sighed, “Stretch marks are what happens when your skin undergoes rapid weight changes.”
You explained, letting your hands fall away and slumping down at your sides as your eyes skimmed over your body with critique.
It had changed a lot since having your first child with Choso. Only really earning a few stretch marks that faded almost immediately once giving birth, and your love handles that had grown just a bit plushier. It bothered you at first but before you could even voice those self hating thoughts to Choso he had pointed them out in a positive way.
“Wow, these are beautiful.” He had whispered with awe and curiosity, his thrusts into you slowing down and tracing the stretch marks that were now mostly faded across the dip of your waist.
He hadn’t seen them before, at least not this closely. It had been the first time you two were having sex again after your first daughter was born. So now that he was this close to you the marks were clearer.
You wanted to cover them up almost immediately with the nearest blanket, even though Choso had just said they were beautiful. You just didn’t feel like it.
He noticed this in your eyes, as you looked off to the side as if ashamed of something. He lowered himself down to his elbows to kiss along your exposed neck. His hips rolling into you in a slower rhythm.
“What’s wrong mama?” He asked, his tone trying to sound more concerned than anything else.
Your eyes fluttered trying to focus on his question and not on the way his cock felt so good moving languidly inside you. It gave you that wonderful sense of familiarity of being full with the man you loved.
“I don’t—“ You sighed blissfully, struggling to answer him. Arms encircling his neck to bring him flush against you for that skin to skin contact you craved.
Choso hummed in response, his arms wedging themselves between you and the matress to tie you up in his stronge, safe arms.
“I don’t feel beautiful because of them…” You managed, and then his hips stopped.
After another moment of stillness you loosened your arms around his neck so that you could meet his eyes. Dark saturated violet eyes starring at you with a confusion that you were so used to from him, accentuated by the disapproving worried furrow of his brows.
“But you are beautiful.” He murmured, brushing his nose against yours.
You shrugged slightly, flitting your gaze away from him in embarrassment for only a moment before pulling away from his neck completely.
“But I don’t feel it.” you insisted meekly.
“I can help you feel it, mama.” He said matter of factly, like it was that easy.
Then he was moving away from you and down your body on a mission to make good on his promise.
His hands touching you with adoration in tandem with his mouth that worshiped every inch of skin it came into contact with.
His words of affirmation and worship over the body you were growing to hate were melting away and into the matress he was pushing you into with his body.
After that night your self-deprecation ceased, and that was mostly thanks to Choso and his sincere love and appreciation he had for you and your body. What it could do, what it had done, the family you two were growing and nurturing together.
But that was then, and this was now. Your body had given Choso 2 more babies since then, and the toll it took on your body was more visually taxing on you.
When you were done scrutinizing yourself in the mirror your eyes found his again— as they always did. Finding comfort in the half curse, more man, that never failed to provide you support, comfort, and most of all love. Love for you, who you were, what you could do. All of the things that made you so intricately and beautifully you.
He smiled with warmth at you before getting up and joining you at the mirror. Fully prepared and expecting him to tell you exactly all the love he had for you, touching you with gentle adoration, but to your surprise he didn’t do that.
Coming up behind you he kissed you once at the crook of your neck, and then lowered himself down on his knees in front of you.
“Choso, what are you—“ Your breathy chuckle halted by the sensation of his large gentle hands skimming over your thighs. Tracing over the uneven dips of them with his fingertips, brushing his knuckles over the fat of your love handles that had grown fuller since that night he made those self destructive thoughts go away.
You could feel his warm breath on your cunt and it made the pit of your stomach flutter.
“I’m gonna show you just how beautiful you are. He kissed the top of your cunt softly, then with half lidded eyes he looked up at you again.
“I’m gonna make you feel it.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in the form of a breathless sigh. Your hand reaching forward to brush back the loose hair in his face, knowing that what he was going to do next also warranted that you held on to something. Now desperate for him to sooth your needy clit.
“Choso you…” you whisper his name like a prayer, looking down at him with wild anticipation. Equal parts excited and moved by the holy sight below you. On his knees like worship. Touching you in an almost sacred like manner.
With an unadulterated adoration burning within him, he closes the distance between his lips and your wet cunt. Kissing your folds tender as if kissing your lips while his hands rubs soothing patterns across your love handles and your ass.
His tongue then dips into your folds, the tip of his tongue finding your wet hole and licking up to trace slow, delicious circles against your sensitive clit. The sensations spread through your body like wildfire, leaving you gasping and tightening your fingers around his hair.
Choso knows what he’s doing. He knows that he devours your cunt like a devout worshipper. Expertly pleasing every inch of your sex, just the way you like it, alternating between gentle licks and firm, devouring strokes.
You bend over slightly to brace yourself on the mirror, glancing up at yourself and taking in the sight of Choso completely buried in your cunt like he belonged there, and seeing the way he fit against you like this in the mirror really convinced you more. Moaning out, you let your head fall forward, lost in the pleasure. Your hips begin to move on their own, grinding against his mouth, desperate to continue building up that mind-numbing orgasm that was starting to bloom at the center of your pelvis.
Choso’s grip on your thighs tightens, keeping you firmly in place as he continues to feast on your sweet essence. The sounds you’re making urging him to continue, lighting a fire in his blood that was quickly reaching down into his cock. He so desperately wanted to palm himself to help alleviate his suffering, but this was about you. So he had to just perceiver.
The pleasure coursing through your body builds higher and higher, the need for release reaching a desperate crescendo and you think your knees might give out.
"Choso," you croak, your voice trembling now that he was sucking on your clit and shaking his head in added sensation. Having raised one of you legs over his shoulder so that he had deeper access to your cunt. Probing at your dripping hole with his tongue.
"I want to cum..." You whine, both hands flying to the back of his head to hold him in place and fuck his tongue with feverish urgency. Then his fingers slid themselves into you, and scissoring into you at the same tempo as his tongue, and you couldn’t help but let a slew of profanities leave your mouth. God, it was coming. That mind-numbing orgasm was creeping up on you fast, and you knew you were going to cum hard.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head in preparation when you feel Choso push up on your pussy, grab your jaw, and pull your attention down on him to watch yourself drag your cunt hard against his hot, skilled tongue. Violet eyes that held galaxies in them were looking up at you like you were the one to create them, and that was the thought that did you in.
That Choso looked at you not only like you hung the fucking moon and stars up in the sky, but that you commanded them to take shape and form. He adored you. He worshipped you with the reverence of a devout follower, seeing you as the embodiment of grace, strength, and beauty in every moment. Devoted enough to fall to his knees and want you to cum right on his face like it was his greatest honor.
With a high pitched cry, a mind numbing orgasm consumed you like a fucking tidal wave.
Choso hummed in sweet pleasure, pulling his fingers out of your sopping cunt to grab your ass and love handle hard to hold you in place as you gushed into his mouth.
He revels in the taste of your divinity, his tongue continuing its relentless worship on your sensitive clit even as your body convulses in pleasure and you want to squeeze your thighs together for relief. He relishes the feeling of your hands gripping his head, urging him closer, deeper. He doesn’t think he belongs anywhere else but between your legs.
He continues to lap at your dripping core to prolong your pleasure, his eyes locked with yours. The sight of your face, scrunched in ecstasy, ignites an even fiercer hunger within him. His cock leaky and twitching.
When Choso knows you’ve finished completely he pulls back, his gaze locked firmly on your face as he speaks in a low, hoarse voice, "You look so beautiful when you come. I could watch you like this for eternity."
You breathe out a tired laugh when he stands up to take your face in his hands. His mouth glistening with your cum and you don’t think he could ever look as beautiful as he does now.
“When I look at you, I see a sacred beauty of creation.” He says, kissing you tenderly.
“Mother of children I didn’t know I could have.” He kisses along your jaw, one hand roaming down your chest while the other holds your face against him. Lost in this new pleasure, you only notice that he’s guided you back towards the bed when you feel the edge of it hit the back of your legs.
“Goddess of this home…” He whispers warmth against your ear just after he’s kissed you in the most sensitive part of your neck, and your breath quickens. Your hands close over his wrist as you try to meet his eyes again but it’s hard. You’re losing yourself in him.
You can’t help it. Choso’s love for you is so disorienting in the best possible way. It’s so easy to get lost in him and you half wonder if he’s obtained some new power that only afflicts you.
“Choso…” Your voice comes out much hoarser than you expected, and you wonder if he can feel your skin burning up again under his gaze.
His eyes follow his fingers as they lightly brush the stray hairs in your face away.
Choso wonders if you’ve obtained a new power that only afflicts him, and if you have he never wants to break away from it.
“Mama I don’t ever wanna hear you say such horrible things about yourself like that again.”
You feel overwhelmed by his words.
You feel like crying by thought of looking at yourself in his eyes. Oh how you wished you could see yourself in his eyes…
“You breathe the very life of this family.” He kisses the corner of your mouth as you both settle into bed together.
Everything starts to blur together. You can’t decipher what his words are from his actions because it all makes you feel the same. Beautiful, raw, desirable, worshipped, divine, supremely real, and wholeheartedly loved.
You can tell now you’re crying because of how hot the droplets feel gliding down your face as you kiss him.
“With you I am complete.” He murmurs against your lips and takes your breath away.
Your eyes finally lock on his and you gasp, feeling Choso slide his cock into you slowly, and you both moan into each other.
And in him you discover the true essence of your existence.
He blinks down at his only nephew, brows furrowed as he tried to translate the baby talk in his head. Just across the room, Choso sat in the recliner, both girls in his lap.
While they were cautious about their uncle, their brother deemed it necessary to interrogate him to deem him safe. You know, for safety reasons. Yuuji scratches at the head.
"Uh," His eyes dart towards Choso for help, begging. His begging goes ignored, his older brother slouched lazily, eyes closed as the girls squirm in his arms and play with his hair.
Thankfully, his sister-in-law spoke, head poking in comically. "Dinosaur, Yuu." He nods with a hum, smiling in thanks before turning back to his serious(ly cute) nephew.
"Well, some of them are pretty cool. But some can be a little scary. Ooh, like a T-Rex! Pretty cool, but I think I'd cry if I was another dinosaur. And even if I wasn't one, they can be freaky!"
He answers the boy seriously, his hands making dramatic gestures as he ranted. The little Kamo followed the gestures, nodding slowly. When he was done, a beat of silence following.
While Yuuji falters, thinking he said something wrong, the little one was thinking of more questions to interrogate with. Yuuji turns to Choso, whose eyes are now open.
He meets his confused gaze. "... he's thinking." "Ah, right, right." Yuuji nods, turning back to his nephew. Subconsciously, he copies the boy's cute thinking stance.
He only pauses when the boy looks up at him finally. "Um... you, um," The boy squints, trying to recall how to properly speak. Just like how mama and papa show him!
"Do... Unc Yuu?" "Mm?" "Do... you... do you act nice, but not nicely really?" Yuuji blinks, trying to make sense of the question. He grimaces as he answered unsurely. "Um... no?"
The boy stares, before nodding and trotting to his sisters. "He's not nicely but nice." "How do you know?" His older sister squints, crossing her arms with a suspicious look.
The youngest out of the trio peeks down to her twin, revealing her face from where it was hidden in their papa's neck. Her twin pats her head. "'Cause. He says."
"That's a stupid excuse-!" The eldest goes to say, instantly faltering as her father's gaze darts towards her in a scolding manner. She looks away, pouting. Choso sighs.
"Watch your mouth." "Sorry." Yuuji's brows raise at the casual scolding his brother was capable of. Yuuji grins softly at the girls, a hand gently waving. "I don't mean to scare you, you know?"
Both girls eye him, staying silent. "I know I can look pretty intense, but I'm kinda just dumb really. Totally not something you need to be scared of or-"
He blinks in confusion as the kids gasp. He sort of panics as all three rush towards him, climbing up on the couch and crowding him. "No-no word, Unc."
The youngest (who claimed his lap) pouts sadly, speaking softly as her small hand pats his scarred face in consolation. Her twin nods, hands on his hips. "That's... mean, Unc Yuu."
"We don't use that word. If you do, you get a talk and a timeout. Then you can't play and have to go to sleep early." The oldest informs him with a brow raised.
How was that not common knowledge? Choso snickers at the scene, not moving to help. He even went as far as recording on his wife's phone. The said woman steps in, apologetic.
"Oh, babies, let Uncle Yuu breathe." She reminds them of their manners and personal space. She grins sheepishly at her in-law. "Sorry, Yuuji. We try to discourage them from... uh,"
She weakly gestures. "Negative wording. What I didn't know was that they were that passionate about it." Yuuji just grins and laughs as everything catches up with him.
Sending a thumbs up her way, a relaxed and genuine smile finds its way to his face. He didn't think visiting his brother's family would be so... busy, the good kind. Just what he needed.
"All good!"
They all decided that Uncle Yuuji needed to play. Why? Because he looked "sadly-faced" and they wanted to know how well he could play. Choso huffs in amusement as he's dragged outside.
"Go easy on them." "Yeah, yeah," Yuuji acknowledged but dismissed, trying to pay attention to the kid's ramblings. His wife stands off to the side, thinking.
Catching this, his gaze immediately darts towards her. "What?" She shakes her head. "Nothing bad, hun." She reassures, smiling softly as his expression relaxed at the news.
She then goes on to explain that she was shocked that their oldest didn't seem to remember Yuuji. Choso hums, thinking. He hadn't noticed until then.
The two used to be playmates, best buds. But then, Yuuji left. He went into hiding for a little while, not wanting the higher-ups on his back about every little thing. Following Gojo's footsteps.
"Hm... well, he hasn't been here since she was about 3." His wife pauses, looking out to the backyard. The kids laugh at Yuuji as he struggled to tie a flag to a makeshift post.
Probably a game of pirates. Yuuji looks genuinely concentrated, huffing when it took longer than expected. Their son pats his knee in comfort. "Slow moves are good, Unc Yuu."
Yuuji stares down at the boy, then turning to the girls. At their innocent gazes and supportive smiles, he couldn't help but to shakily smile back. "Right... thanks."
"Has it been that long?" Choso nods, standing up when seeing her concerned face. He cups her hips, placing a kiss on her temple. "He's fine. Doing better." "No, Cho. Now I'm worried."
She frets to her husband, hands fidgeting over her heart. "Darling-" "Cho, I don't want him to be alone anymore. There are no more wars, no more stupid fights to handle-"
Choso shushes her gently, pecking at her hairline. "Take a breath." A hand goes to lay on her stomach. She clutches onto his forearm. "Yuuji always fights for people,"
Choso starts, his eyes joining his wife's as they watch their family outside. Yuuji finally ties the flag to the post, the children clapping in congratulations. Yuuji sheepishly giggles.
"It's concerning, annoying... but, that's who he is." He sighs, turning to her. "But he's back... we have the time to make sure he's okay. Right now, let him have this."
He turns back to the scene outside. Yuuji and his son were the pirates, bartering with his eldest "princess" for goods (plastic food and coins). His youngest holds a "treaty" (a leaf), patient.
"I have a feeling that this is the first time in a while where he's breathing." At his wife's distressed looking, he panics and backtracks. "I meant deeply! Like, relaxing!"
The four eventually come inside for dinner, Choso on bath duty. Yuuji sits at the dinner table, watching his in-law fret over bowls and cutlery. He'd help, but he got glared at.
Scary, in his opinion. And so, there they were. A small family dinner, but family nonetheless. The children bombarded their uncle with questions, eyes curious and wide.
"Why do you only have three fingers-" Mortified, Choso's wife goes to gently scold her youngest when Yuuji just grins. "I fought this huuge battle! I won, obviously." The tiny girl frowns in concern.
"... owie?" "Uh, yeah. It hurt for a little bit. But, I'm pretty tough." Yuuji grins crookedly, Choso's wife smiling and ruffling his pink hair. "You are. And we're glad that you're here, Yuu."
He smiles back, eyes glossy. "Yeah... me too," Choso eyes his brother, gaze soft. He speaks up, smiling. "I think the both of us are relieved. Man, that whole thing sucked-"
This distracts their children, who all scold their father. "No-no word, papa." "Papa! No!" "Why would you say that, papa! You can't break the rules-" Yuuji simply laughs at the sight, relieved.
Summary: Being human was new to him, associating himself outside of the world he had grown accustomed to. His family made it worthwhile, no matter how clumsy his (many, some failed) attempts seemed to be.
Notes: Based on this poll and this snippet, the reader and Choso will have 3 children. An eldest daughter, and twins. Ages are not yet set. Fem!reader, wife!reader, everyone is alive because I said so.
Part one: Tiny Feet
Being woke up by tiny feet and bigger voices is something that he got used to.
Part two: Uncle!
The babies meet their Uncle Yuuji and have questions.
Whoever requested that Papa!Choso x insecure after pregnancy!reader drabble. Just know I loved it and I’m working on it and I’ll try to get it out this week!!🤍
