flopped onto the couch, you hear kenma groan at the interruption, face burying deeper into the cushions. kenma doesn’t get much sleep when maesi is around. spending his nights streaming and his days in business meetings and marketing strategies run him fairly dry, and your poor husband can’t always catch the breaks he needs and deserves.
and judging by the way maesi is patting his shoulder, it seems that the struggle will continue.
“maesi,” you say softly. “what is it?”
“dadda,” she ignores you. “apple.”
“what about the apple, sweetheart?” you ask, reaching your hand out to try and find the source of the problem. “would you like it cut up?”
“no,” your two year old denies, continuing to tap kenma on the arm. “dadda dood it.”
“no, mumma will do it-“
“what do you need daddy to do?” kenma asks, yawning softly. maesi squeals excitedly and stomps her tiny feet, the slippers she’s wearing muffling some of the joy she’s experiencing. he turns his head, blinking sleepily at his child before smiling softly at her zealousness. “what’s up, muffin?”
“dadda,” she repeats. “dadda, noisinus.”
kenma buries his face into the cushions and lets out a string of laughter, shoulders shaking as he understands what his child is asking for. a weak hand extends out for the apple, fingers beckoning for it. maesi giggles and passes her father the apple, both of them not even a little phased by your confusion.
kenma takes a bite of the apple, the soft crunch of his teeth sinking into the fruit making your head tip in intrigue. he’s not cutting it for her?
kenma chews for a moment, looking up to the sky in thought before passing the apple back to his daughter, “not poisonous.”
you snort and shake your head softly.
“tanks, dadda!” she says, tiny feet toddling to the other corner of the room, filled with toys and books for her to keep occupied with.
you plop yourself onto the couch next to kenma, laughing softly as he creeps his way into your lap. “poison?”
“you remember when i stole a bite of her lunch and she got mad at me?”
“yeah?”
“well-“ kenma yawns softly before smacking his lips. “i told her i had to make sure it wasn’t poisonous. now, before she eats anything, she makes me take a bite.”
you shake your head, “so everything she eats, you take a bite of?”
“except her mini muffins,” he chimes. “she’s too protective over those.”
If Kenma has a baby, he 1000% baby-wears everywhere. His child is his ride or die accessory.
Kenma hates strollers. Do you know how hard those things are to open and close??? Take out of cars and on trains?? Maneuver them over stairs?? Yeah, fuck that.
Carrying the baby around in car seat will hurt his arms and being out for hours and holding the baby in his arms will also give him arm cramps.
Solution? Strap on that carrier and wear that bitch (affectionately).
It's literally the easiest option and most practical, especially for quick outings. It also leaves your hands free?? Like, bro can walk around with the baby on his chest while playing a game on his phone. He doesn't have to worry about accidentally running the stroller into a lamppost cause he was distracted.
He has no idea why more people don't do it. He honestly thinks men who don't do it because it's embarrassing or not "masculine" are just stupid as fuck cause they are making their lives so much harder for no reason lmaoo.
Maybe 15 year old Kenma who dyed his hair after Yamamoto said he looked like Sadako would care. But, grown ass man Kenma? CEO, professional gamer, streamer, rich boy Kenma? Kenma with a partner and child? Bro does not give a fuck. He losses so much sleep over this baby, you think he's gonna lose more of his own personal time cause he's busy fucking with a stroller? Nope, and anyone who chooses others is just dumb in his mind.
Others might judge him for baby-wearing so often, but he is judging everyone else for not 😭 He's lowkey clowning them in his mind for being dumbasses
Accessory – Kenma x reader
wc 1051 – f!reader
requested by @bobateagojo for A blast from the past, parenting edition<3
The people at Bouncing Ball Corp. were not used to seeing Kenma, and even less his son, Yukio. So when he walked in wearing a suit, toddler strapped to his chest like an accessory, his secretary wasn’t sure if he should mention it or not.
“Good morning, sir. It’s nice to see you! Both of you!”
“Morning,” Kenma grumbled, frustrated with how Yukio kept pulling on the hair that wasn’t tucked into the half-up hairstyle he lazily made that morning. “What’s the first appointment?”
The young man cleared his throat and looked at his computer screen, clicking around before looking back up. “Kuroo is holding that presentation for the investors on your collaboration.”
“Right. I’ll be late for that.”
“I don’t think he’ll like-“
“He can wait, tell him to stall the investors.”
The secretary made a squeaky sound, nervously tapping his finger on the desk. Minutes before this, he had shown all the investors to the meeting room, and they did not seem like a particularly agreeable bunch. “Are you sure there is nothing I can help you with to get you there on time, sir?”
“I don’t think you want to solve this problem,” Kenma insisted, pointing at the toddler’s lower half.
Just as Kenma said it, the odour of baby poop drifted towards him, making the secretary close his mouth insistently and try not to breathe it in. Instead, he nodded frantically and held two thumbs up, letting Kenma go on towards the elevator up to his office.
“Thank you all for your patience. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I had to bring this little one with me today,” Kenma informed the room full of the additional investors Kuroo had asked (begged on his knees for) Kenma to invite. Using his foot to open the legs of the foldable high chair, he was able to let his shoulders fall for only a second until the closest attendant beckoned him forward for a greeting. “I hope Kuroo was enough to entertain you during my delay.”
After all the formalities were through, Kenma threw his best friend an apologetic look before taking his seat beside Yukio.
Kuroo was a natural at persuasion, and his presentation was faultless. Kenma was thoroughly impressed, but knew the business well enough by now not to be surprised when the guests weren’t in complete agreement with the terms.
“I think you’re overlooking the immense value this will have for the future market,” Kuroo said, insisting as much as he could while still staying polite.
The investors hummed in pretend consideration. “You can’t be sure the monster generation will have the same impact as they had before,” one woman spoke up, at least making a fair argument.
“That’s why I want to keep reminding those who were around in their prime.”
Yukio squealed, making most of the people in the room turn to him, some annoyed. Kenma cleared his throat and stroked a finger across the baby’s chubby cheek. “It’s a pity this project won’t be initiated after I invested so much.” Kenma’s eyes turned to his audience with cat-like precision. “The monster generation is very dear to me.”
Kuroo could only huff in disbelief as the investors slowly came around to the idea, probably terrified of doing anything to insult the youngest CEO in the room.
Baby Kozume happily clapped his hands as Kuroo carried him back to Kenma’s office. “You’re a lucky charm, little guy!” Kuroo praised.
“Congratulations, they seemed pretty convinced,” Kenma mumbled, already engrossed in some documents on his desk while Kuroo sat down in the chair across from him with Yukio in his lap.
“No thanks to you,” Kuroo joked, knowing Kenma had indeed had all the influence in that meeting room.
Kenma only hummed in acknowledgement, eyes moving from the papers to his screen. “Are you staying for lunch?”
Kuroo checked his wrist watch, only for Yukio to coo softly and lean into him, sealing his fate. “I think I can afford a lunch break.”
Kenma spent lunch switching between his own spoon of cereal and Yukio’s spoon of baby food. Every woman who passed by would aww at the sight, making Kenma smile politely and send them along. Kuroo almost felt jealous of Yukio’s powerful charms.
As Kuroo started talking about his home life, Kenma became increasingly unfocused with which spoon he grabbed, resulting in dipping his spoon into the apple puree and then into his own mouth. His brows furrowed while he still looked at Kuroo, before moving his eyes to the spoon, then the bowls. Yukio frowned up at him, like an insulted kitten.
Kuroo stopped talking and made a face watching the scene unfold. “Stealing Yukio’s food?”
“It’s honestly pretty good.”
After Kuroo left, Kenma returned to his office to sign a couple more documents before finally packing up to go home. Yukio had spent the rest of the time clicking away on an iPad, some game where he had to catch the fish as they swam across the screen. Kenma’s heart warmed every time he caught sight of the toddler kicking his legs happily.
“Should we head out in a minute?” Kenma asked Yukio, who barely looked up to gurgle an answer. “I think so, too. I miss your mom.”
Kenma finally stepped inside his home to the wonderful smell of banana bread. He sniffed the air and hummed in delight, Yukio doing the same.
“Are my hardworking boys home from work?”
Kenma practically floated down the hallway to you, Yukio in his arms and making grabby hands in your direction. “We missed you. Sealed the deal on Kuroo’s project.”
“That’s good!” you cooed, taking the giggling toddler from Kenma so the man could lean his chin on your shoulder and rest his arms around your waist. The three of you spent a while in that position, swaying calmly. “Thank you for bringing Yukio to work today. Hope he wasn’t too much trouble.”
Kenma hummed, reluctantly moving away from you to go change out of his work attire, already pulling the tie off. “Not at all. He’s a young businessman. You’ve seen Boss Baby, you know how it goes.”
You could only laugh at your husband’s jokes, kissing Yukio’s sweet little face until he wouldn’t stop giggling. What a lovely family of cuddly businessmen you have.
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huge credit to @cottonlemonade, who offered up some great ideas, including Kenma accidentally eating the baby food<3 thankyou!
it's been a long night, the house is quiet and kenma had just finished a very long stream. he looks over to his computer to see his game pending an update. bored with nothing to do, he ponders over what he can do to pass time and decides to go over to your shared bedroom
getting up from his gaming chair, he sighs as he looks at the time 1:28am. you've been married to kenma for almost two years but have been living together for four years, you're used to this and you've always supported kenma and his career but you've also been very concerned at how much time he spends staying up
kenma opens the door and makes his way to the bedroom, careful not to bump into something since the lights are off. once he navigates himself through the dark and to your bedroom, he hears very loud cries coming from the bedroom beside yours
and the source of those cries are from no other than the beautiful baby girl you had with kenma 3 months ago. kenma makes his way towards the bawls of your baby from her room and turns on the light, he goes towards her crib and is met with her tear-stricken face
“what's wrong sweetheart?” he says, kenma hates to see his baby girl all sad
nevertheless, she can only say a few babbles and can't answer her father's question. kenma thinks he should go and get you but he's been so busy lately that he hasn't had the time to take care of her, he wants to make up for it and do his job as her dad
he checks her diaper but it isn't full yet, he goes to the kitchen to make a bottle but she doesn't seem to be hungry either. ‘what could be the problem?’ he thinks to himself. she starts to giggle and now kema's just thinking she's messing with him, so he takes her back to her room and places her on her crib but it looks like she's about to cry again.
he's thinking that maybe he should take her to you so he can get back to his game but at the same time you've been so tired from taking care of her all the time that maybe a good night's sleep is just what you need
kenma decides to just take her to his gaming room instead. the update seems to be finished so he decided to open the game, some good old fashioned minecraft. he starts making a house and puts flowers around it, much to his daughter's delight
she starts to giggle again and makes grabby hands towards the mouse, kenma taking it as a notion that she wants to play with him
it's cute, he thinks, but she can't really play video games with her. though he does hope that once she is old enough she will also take up an interest in video games and want to play and be like her dad. but for now, the most she can do is watch him mine for diamonds or shoot arrows at mobs
and that's totally fine with him, after all, he gets to spend time with his baby girl anyways
a/n: i haven't posted in a looong time, but since it's almost summer i might start to post regularly ^^
Kenma's daughter is well known in his "fandom" and the fans always ask him if she's joining them during the stream. She always manages to make an appearance right before she goes to bed bc she has to say hi to the chat and give a kiss goodnight to daddy. Kenma loves having her in his arms while gaming so it's very common to see her during his streams
oh my god 🥺 a little routine before she goes to bed!!! she just comes over to her dad while he’s streaming with a little stuffed toy and gives him a kiss on each cheek, and a hug, before saying goodnight, then just turning to the camera and waving and blowing a kiss and going “goodnight everyone!” and everyone in the chat is losing their shit over how adorable she is, and kenma’s just lightly laughing as he helps her step off his lap and waves at her as she goes, blowing her a kiss and catching the kiss she blows him back dramatically,,,,,,,,,,, i’m gonna lose my mind
a/n: i hope you guys like this one pls lmk what other characters you want to see !!
- your husband kenma was a hardcore gamer
- not only that, he was the ceo of his own company and a youtuber
- after a few years of marriage you found out you were pregnant.
- you and kenma were thrilled to find out you’d be having a girl.
- kenma adores his baby girl, but due to his overly busy schedule of streaming, recording, and working at the office, his time with her was limited.
- you were currently working and wouldn’t be home for a few more hours leaving your husband alone to take care of your daughter
she was quietly playing in her room as her father sat in his gaming room doing his weekly stream. kenma didn’t realize that it was around the time you usually put her down for a nap and he couldn’t hear the little yawns leaving her mouth through his headphones. after a while she began to get a little fussy, so she picked up the little kitty plushie kuroo had given her for her birthday and made her way over to his office. caught up in whatever game he was playing, kenma didn’t realize his daughter had come in with small tears forming in her eyes threatening to fall. she walked up to him and pulled on the leg of his pajama pants successfully getting his attention. kenma saw the little girl with tears rolling down her cheeks. he quickly scooped her up and propped her up on his lap. the chat started going insane over who this little baby was. of course they knew kenma had a baby but he tended to keep his private life as private as possible so nobody had really seen her. she looked just like him with dark locks framing her face. she had your eyes and kenma loved that about her. he saw so much of you in her and not only did it make him fall in love with her more, his love for you grew deeper. “haha yeah everyone this is my daughter, she’s a little fussy right now so i’m gonna end the stream here, i’ll see you guys next week.” your baby stared up at him with sleepy eyes as she clutched onto his hoodie. he got up from his chair and started rocking her back and forth until she fell asleep. he made his way over to the bed that you two shared and fell asleep with her laying on his chest.
Request: hi!! i absolutely loved your single mum hc and please could you write the same but with sugawara and kenma? thank you so much- you’re doing great!!! — anonymous
a/n: sorry it took so long!! wasn't feeling motivated lately and didn't want to put out half-assed stuff :(( I HOPE U LIKE THIS ANON!!!!!
❀ suga sat in front of the class, observing his class of 4 year-olds with a gentle smile on his face.
❀ they were all minding their own, occasionally calling out for their teacher when they were short on glue and fancy stickers, checking up on their tablemates to compare their crafts
❀ one particular student catches his eye as the child opted to lay on his arms folded on top of his desk, looking sullen, instead of working on the given task; a father’s day card
“hey, is everything all right? are you not feeling well?”, his voice was soft as he approached the boy and his eyes grew softer when the he shook his head and proceeded to bury his face between his arms.
“why aren’t you making a card, then? look, all your friends are doing one for their dads.”
“i don’t even have a dad to give it to, why would i even make one.”
suga was taken aback by the young one’s words but stood his ground
“give it to me then, i’ll be your substitute dad”, he said with a gentle hand on the boy’s back, smiling even wider when the boy looked at him with a giddy smile
“really?”
❀ the child then proceeded to work on a card; enumerating all the nice things he likes about his teacher-turned-substitute-dad
❀ after adding the final sprinkle of glitter, he excitedly went to show his finished product
❀ suga scanned his work, his smile never leaving his face but the clumsily written bit at the end left his heart soft with sympathy for the little boy
❀ “i wish suga-san really was my dad, we would have lots of fun playing at the park and mama won’t be too lonely anymore!”
❀ when the day came to a wrap, he found himself being dragged through the halls, your child pulling him by the sleeve
"mama said she'll be picking me up today!"
he laughed nervously but continued to match the boy's little steps, "that's great! but why do i have to come with?"
"i want you to meet mama! i bet you'll like her, she's really nice, her food is amazing!! and she's the preeeeeettiest girl ever"
❀ and oh boy was he right
❀ suga couldn't contain the the wild blush that found it's way to his face, tinting his cheeks and the tip of his ears
❀ he hasn't felt this flustered since kiyoko held his hands
❀ he watched the boy let go of his sleeve to run to you, meeting him with a sweet smile
"mama! suga-san said he'd be my dad so i can have someone to give my dad's day card to!!"
you looked shocked. then confused. and then just plainly amused.
"baby, i told you to call your teachers sensei, haven't i?"
"but if he's my dad now should i still be calling him sensei?"
"you'd only cause trouble, baby. besides, i don't think he wants to be a full-time dad just yet, isn't that right sensei?"
you shot him an apologetic smile and he glance at the boy whose eyes are already brimming with tears
"i-i wouldn't mind at all!", he blurted out before he could even stop himself
his face flushed an even deeper shade of red which you found endearingly cute, "I MEAN ONLY IF YOU WANTED TO. IF HE! if he.. wanted to, i mean. yes."
❀ and that is how he found himself sat in your living room floor two weeks later, playing legos with your son
❀ he knew he couldn't be with you just yet, not when he still has your son as his student
❀ but when he glances at you busily preparing food in the kitchen and at the little boy on the floor trying to make turtles out of legos, he knew he'd be able to wait for a bit more.
❀ you and kenma lived in the same apartment complex, on the same floor, separated by a single wall
❀ being a new mom living alone with her 3-month old child wasn't easy
❀ sleepless nights, panicked grocery runs, and a shit ton of noise complaints from your neighbor
❀ noise complaints in the form of small pieces of paper slipped through the crack of your door
❀ "pls quiet down, trying to sleep. ty"
❀ but it was one evening when kenma had a scheduled stream and your baby's been inconsolable for the last 45 minutes, her cries seeping through the thin walls and bouncing across kenma's flat that he decided to come over yours
he knocked at your door, annoyance clearly shown in the way his eyebrows are knitted in a frown
"can you please do quiet down a bit? i'm trying to stream and the mic's picking up your baby's... crying"
he couldn't help but notice your disheveled look; wrinkled shirt, eyebags and tear-stained cheeks while you held your child, rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to calm her down.
"i'm very very sorry, she hasn't been feeling well. i'm sorry for the trouble, i really am"
he couldn't possibly be mad at you still, he figured you had it really tough and kenma's not the type to deliberately make you suffer even more
with a sigh and a quiet, "it's fine, i guess", he went back to his unit, deciding to cancel the stream just this once
❀ that evening, kenma laid on his bed thinking about you, or your situation rather.
❀ you woke up the next morning with a bag of groceries hanging on your doorknob
❀ it was full of cupped ramen, gatorade, a couple jars of baby food and a note in the same neat handwriting
❀ "i'll be next door if u need any help"
❀ you continued finding random treats at your doorstep with little notes for a few more weeks
"i ordered too much, u can have it."
"sponsor sent some stuff i didn't need."
"friend brought food, couldn't finish it all."
❀ you find it sweet but couldn't help feeling guilty having to bother your quiet neighbor like this
❀ so you decided to post your own little note on your door, hoping he'd find it
❀ "what food do u like?"
❀ the same hour you put it up, you heard shuffling outside your door
❀ and as expected there was another bag of instant ramen with your note scribbled with his reply
❀ "apple pie"
❀ a week passed with radio silence between you two, even your baby has been cooperative enough in your mission of trying to make apple pie
❀ soon you found yourself in front of the door right beside yours, freshly baked apple pie in your mitten-clad hands and your daughter blubbering in her carrier on your back
you knocked.
"uhm hi, i'm y/n. i made some apple pie, figured you wanna share."
kenma's eyes were wide and his cheeks dusted pink the same shade of yours.
he ushered you inside and prepared two plates and forks for the both of you.
"thanks for the stuff" was your meek attempt at breaking the silence.
"it's nothing really"
you noticed him silently looking at your daughter whose hands found their way into her mouth
carefully placing her from your lap to kenma's you giggled as panic flashed in his eyes.
he held her nonetheless, smiling softly as she reached out a slobbered hand to his cheeks and letting out curious coos
❀ you both soon found comfort in each other's homes, coming and going as you both shared takeout, home-cooked meals and stories in between
❀ kenma's fondess for your child grew apparent in the way he'd let her crawl all over him and tug at his hair and the way he held her up just to hear her giggles and the way you'd find him passed out on your couch with your baby on his chest and a protective arm around her
❀ what wasn't obvious to you was the way he would stare at you lovingly as you tucked your daughter to sleep in her crib every afternoon, or the way his little notes turned to subtle love confessions
❀ or the way he's been building up the courage in asking you to move in to a new house together and be a real family.
