Your daughter's bedtime routine with dad Sakusa, for my Parenting event<3
requested by @act-nat-ural. word count; 344 – f!reader
Sakusa’s nose scrunched as he scrubbed away at his toddler while also trying to make her stay seated in the tub. The girl giggled wildly, and after trying to make her sit still and not splash him for too long, he finally sighed and sat back, looking his daughter in the eyes and lifting an eyebrow. “I thought we were a team.”
“Mama,” the girl cooed, making grabby hands at him.
A small smile crept its way between the frown lines and settled on his mouth. “Your mom’s out with her friends tonight, Gremlin.” He leaned back over the tub, carefully lifting her arms one at a time to scrub under them while she babbled.
The smile got stuck as he looked at the tiny mixture of him and you with adoration.
“Yeah, I miss her too,” he answered her as if what she said had any coherence. “But it’s just us tonight and I’m just as capable of getting you to bed without making a mess.”
He was not as confident 15 minutes later, after drying her off and getting to brushing her teeth, only to watch as she spit out any toothpaste and clapped her hands at the white art on his t-shirt.
“You’re a true artist.” Maybe he should have done the bath last.
Eventually, tiny Sakusa was dressed in pyjamas and lay in her bed, which resembled something Goldilocks would deem a little too small.
Her dad sat on a little stool beside her, stroking her cheek with heart eyes as hers started to fall closed. When you first got pregnant, Kiyoomi wasn’t sure if he was ready, but nothing could have prepared him for the protective love he felt when he finally met his daughter. Despite wanting to keep everything clean for most of his life, she was a welcomed mess (but if anyone asked, she got that from you).
“I love you so much,” he whispered before finally getting up, throwing one last look over his shoulder to check the baby monitor was on before leaving the room.
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for the requester: thank you for another great request!! sorry it's a little short this time<3
genre: post timeskip! au, fluff, angst, slight smut every now and then, ex to lovers?
Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi was your everything. You were Sakusa Kiyoomi’s everything as well. You were so madly in love with him, just as he was with you. But when you find out that you’re pregnant, does the way Sakusa think about you change negatively or positively? Well, it changed, negatively. Now you’re a single parent. You both were end game. Or so you had thought.
NOTE: this was made over 4+ years ago when i was a beginner writer so the writing is pretty much horrible. but im feel nostalgic and this has been sitting for the drafts for years that i thought, why not post? anways pls enjoy my very mediocre attempt at writing. there’s multiple parts so ill post until there are none anymore.
A/N: Hey ya’ll! this is a fatherhood series? I don’t know if that’s what it’s called lol. Just know Sakusa is a father. I hope people like this story! Uncle Kema = Kenma, Uncle Kaashi = Akaashi, and Shima = Tsukishima by the way. this is just how Kimi pronounces their names.
warnings ; overprotective and over prepared omi :(
notes ; atsumu my bb>>>>
:ATSUMU has this tight lipped expression, handing his girls their matching backpacks with two different colored ribbons adorning their hair so prettily. “alright my angels, y’all ready to go ?” the two nodding profusely, eyes practically sparkling with glee. waving them off and reminding them of what to do if a boy walks up to them which included loud screaming of “my daddy is the best setter in the whole world ! and if you take one step closer he will set you into oblivion !” or something exaggerated of the sort. “‘tsumu ? honey are you okay ?” you inquired gently, prying his hands from his face to see him crying fat tears of sadness. “oh you big baby they’ll be okay i promise.” you assured. “they’re just getting so big ..” he hiccuped childishly, you laughed.
:SAKUSA was more than ready for battle at this point. his little boy carrying a small bag of hand sanitizer everywhere with him, which the opposite couldn’t count the times his son had reminded him to sanitize. putting even the most germaphobic man’s legacy to shame. “if anyone strange approaches you, you know what to do right ?” he asked carefully, fixing the yellow shirt the little one wore crooked. “yes daddy i know, you run in the opposite direction to a trusted adult.” he looked just like his father, bouncy black curls but with your eyes. “yes, good job.” a ruffle of his hair while you both walked him to school, beckoning him off with a big smile. and despite your husbands brooding of regret of leaving his son at school, he was now starstruck to see the star glittering on his shirt. his son had received this from “remembering to wash hands before lunch.” he couldn’t have been more proud.
:USHIJIMA held onto his daughters hands while she sat on his broad shoulders, squealing with glee. she even bought a small volleyball keychain because it would be proof of how much she her “daddy is the king of volleyball !” ( this made him cry ) with a grinning happy-face. all her books and snacks in the pink backpack nearly bigger than herself. along with the homemade bento he prepared for her with a little chick made out of rice and bean paste. “are you okay with this ?” he nervously glanced to you, fiddling like he does when he’s doubtful. “i know you’re concerned about her but she’ll be fine, look, she’s already more social then us.” you leaned to kiss his cheek, watching him curiously eye the other children with a distraught sigh. “okay..” and while she was gone he was so sad, that was until she came home and received the biggest hug of her life with a look or pure joy. he was so worried about her. adorable.
:AKAASHI had read the email from the teachers about a million times at this point, eyes scanning the text with an experts precision. you were a slightly bewildered but other than that, everything went normally, and keiji seemed relaxed .. for now. giving his girl a big smooch on the cheek and bidding farewell calmly, he remained quiet on the way home until bursting the water-works. “why did we leave her .. she could be lonely ..” he sobbed, taking off his glasses to hastily wipe his face. “oh keiji what am i going to do with you ..” you hummed, brushing your fingers against his jaw in assurance that she wasn’t going to be lonely. “in fact, bokuto’s kids are going there as well, and if you know your daughter well enough she’ll be best friends with them in no time.” well .. it was a good attempt but this added on to even more anxiety, especially with the ace’s children. poor akaashi.
Kiyoomi tells you all the time that he doesn’t sing.
It’s almost as if he gets offended by your asking, that he, as powerful and strong as he is, would stoop so low as to sing in the car with you, or sing lullabies to your daughter at night. His voice seems to be reserved for telling you how much he loves you, or reading your little girl stories instead, and despite your pleads to get Kiyoomi to take a chorus to a song, it’s all in vain.
So imagine your absolute surprise when you come home after a day out with some friends, just an hour before your daughter was supposed to wake up from her nap, to find a sweats-clad Kiyoomi singing along with Baloo from The Jungle Book.
“I mean the bare necessities, ol’ mother nature’s recipe,” his buttery voice sings over the giggles of your little girl, her small fingers curled into his collar as another means to be secured to him. He rocks her with each bop of his body to the beat, and just by the way he’s looking down at her, it makes you want to have infinite more children with the love of your life. A large paw pats her bottom with every few counts of the music, and all you can do is watch in both, amusement and amazement.
You grin and lean against the wall of your living room, your arms crossed over your chest as he continues to sing Bare Necessities in a charming, gentle voice. It isn’t until he plays her ribs like an instrument and tickling her gently, that she starts to squeal and squirm in her fathers grip, and upon seeing you, she calls out your presence and ultimately scaring him out of his musical funk.
“Daddyyyyy!!” She whines. “Wanna get down!” All while Kiyoomi can only stare at you with scarlet cheeks.
“You weren’t supposed to see that,” he says, trying to be monotonous but the slight quiver in his voice unveils his attempts to try and hide his embarrassed laughter. Your brow quirks while you push yourself off the wall, “you don’t say? Why, I thought you didn’t sing. Were you lying to me, my beloved husband?”
And god, it’s like you’ve caught him cheating, he’s stammering and standing completely befuddled as to how to answer you, now that he’s been caught- not only singing, but singing well. Like- strangely well, well enough where you’re almost offended he hasn’t blessed you or your child with his voice.
“But daddy sings with me all the time!” Your child chirps, wrapping her arms around Kiyoomi’s neck, and causing you to pull an offended face while Kiyoomi sighs in defeat. “We like to do Frozen n’ Mulan!”
Your eyes flick to Kiyoomi, who’s entire face and ears are a deep red, but his eyes are playful as they lock with you. “Is this true, Omi?” You interrogate, trying to keep your face collected.
He clears his throat, “I… may dabble with the art once in a blue moon-“
“Divorce,” you sigh, turning on your heel and leaving a snickering Kiyoomi in the living room with your daughter. “I’ll have the papers filled out and waiting for you. It’s been fun, but I can’t be with someone so fake. You keep the kid and I’ll keep the house. It’s been a pleasure, Omi.”
In the kitchen, you start to brew a kettle of water for some hot tea when you hear him ask “I thought that we were going to keep that a secret, no?” to your toddler, who giggles in reply.
And maybe one day, you won’t playfully hate him for hiding such a talent from you. Maybe you won’t hear his voice and immediately wonder what duets you two have missed dramatically singing together. And maybe, one day, you’ll be able to not imagine him singing frozen songs at the top of his lungs with your baby.
But that day is not today. And all you want to do is figure out when you can sneak a listen next.
pairing: dad!sakusa x reader ft. dad!bokuto + his son, shoji
genre: fluff
cw: reader gets called anty. the name stuck with shoji.
wc: ~3.2k
a/n: my piece for Oh My Daddy! collab hosted by @mrskenmakozume. thank you for having me!
kiyoshi is at it again. this is to introduce baby girl, misaki, and isn’t originally the next part, but i slipped this in there.
pt. 4 - riceball
pt. 6 - boss
“good morning, y/n!” a grin stretches across bokuto’s face when you open the door.
he hopes he’s not intruding by showing up at your place bright and early. his spouse gets called into work suddenly. his parents and in-laws aren’t available to watch his son on such short notice, leaving him in a bind.
then he remembers you’re still on leave. of course, he checks with your husband first, who says the final decision is ultimately up to you.
you’re the one who will end up taking care of a newborn and two toddlers.
small hands brush by your legs and the door’s closing.
“no, no, no.” you grab the door, preventing it from closing and look down to see your son is the culprit. “kiyo.”
if it weren’t for your husband giving you a heads up, you would’ve let your son close it on bokuto for showing up at your doorstep at this time of the day and have your husband deal with him.
you also don’t because bokuto’s holding his son, who happens to have a bouquet of flowers in his arms. “shoji’s going to play with you today.”
upon hearing shoji’s name, kiyoshi stops pushing against the door.
bokuto bounces his son twice in his arms to say his greeting.
“morning, anty!” with a huge grin mirroring his dad’s on his face, shoji’s high-pitched voice makes the sleeping baby strapped to you move slightly, causing her to let go of the bottle she’s holding.
with a finger to your lips, you bend down to catch the bottle, but another hand reaches out catching it in time.
omi ends up bumping into you, making you almost lose your balance. his arm encircles your waist to steady you. “next time put her down before you answer the door.”
setting the bottle down, he helps you up. you don’t have a chance to say anything as he unties the baby sling around you and takes misaki while handing you the baby bottle. “trade-off.”
since when is this a fair trade?
he pulls you away from the door to allow the guests to step inside. “i’m putting her in her room.”
bokuto lets his son down who offers you the flowers.
“we come in peace,” bokuto adds, seeing the expression on your face.
it’s not that you don’t want to watch his kid. you want to relax, but sometimes shoji is a little… on the active side, like his father.
you’re about to reach for the flowers, but bokuto asks for them instead, noticing the bottle in your hands. “give them to dad.”
“kiyo, why don’t you bring shoji with you to the living room?” you give your son a little nudge, who doesn’t say anything, turns around, and walks away.
shoji kicks his shoes off and follows along and the two of you watch them go off.
bokuto is the first to break the silence. “i can’t say thank you enough, y/n.”
“yeah, no problem.” you shut the door.
“do you have a vase? so i can put these away?” he’s already gone, not allowing you to answer him.
“there’s one on the kitchen counter.” you follow him, but stop halfway.
your husband is still nowhere to be seen.
“you know you should take her with you guys. i’m sure you will all get a kick out of her,” you shout towards the bedrooms.
she needs fresh air and light. she’ll probably sleep through the whole meeting.
“we don’t want to scare her,” bokuto joked.
misa’s bedroom door opens, omi steps out and closes the door.
if bokuto weren’t here and you knew any better, your husband would’ve called out today and stayed in his daughter’s room with her on the rocking chair.
when you step in the kitchen, bokuto is finishing up rearranging the bluebells. “aha! done!”
“you really should bring the baby with you,” you suggest again, heading to the sink to clean the bottle and put it aside.
the only visitors she had so far are those at the hospital and those who dropped by.
“i don’t think omi wants to show her off yet.” bokuto shrugs. “i’m going to say bye to my boy.”
you wave at him, opening the pantry to find a snack.
nothing in there looks remotely appetizing.
another reason you agree is they only have a meeting in the morning and are free for the rest of the day.
while you’re still raiding the pantry, omi wraps his arms around you. “you’ll be fine. misa sleeps. just make sure they don’t tear the place apart.”
you turn your head in the direction of the living room where bokuto and the two boys are playing blocks. there’s sound of blocks toppling over. “are you sure you’ll make it in time for the appointment?”
a family photographer is supposed to come by in the afternoon to take pictures of misa.
“yes, don’t worry.” he kisses your forehead. “i’m going to go talk to kiyo.”
bokuto pops his head inside the kitchen. “i’m going to use the bathroom real quick.”
omi walks out to the living room and squats down next to his son. “behave, okay?”
shoji is sitting on the sofa watching pokemon on tv.
kiyoshi looks up. “yes, daddy.”
“watch out for misa.” kiyoshi nods and omi ruffles his son’s hair.
so you end up with three kids in the house, two of them being yours and a vase full of bluebells.
the least bokuto could’ve gotten you was coffee.
“where is my tumbler?” you yell out, opening all the wall and base cabinets.
so much for making coffee.
omi rushed back to put your tumbler in your hand. he planned on giving it to you earlier, but the bottle fell and he left it at the table near the front door. “do not let kiyoshi have any.”
kiyoshi has a habit of sneaking sips when you’re not looking.
“i didn’t make yours as strong, but don’t let him have any,” he repeats.
when you take a sip, it’s just the way you like it.
after setting down the tumbler, you take your husband's face in your hands before he leaves and plant a kiss on his lips. the sound of footsteps coming closer makes you end the kiss and push him away from you. “bye.”
“i’m leaving. thanks again, y/n.” bokuto walks into the kitchen and ends up walking out when your husband exits. “let me give you a ride, omi.”
he’s not drunk.
he’s not injured.
he’s not tired.
if any of the above does not apply, he’s not going to let someone else sit behind the steering wheel.
it’s not a fear for his life.
he doesn't like being driven around by others
because.
he doesn’t make for a good passenger.
he doesn’t like it when you drive either. the only exception to him approving of your driving is when it’s you, and you only, shuffling the kids around.
but if he’s there, he’s driving.
your husband is about to pick up his keys, but looks bokuto in the eye. “i can drive myself.”
“then let me ride with you,” bokuto pesters.
the front door closes and you can’t hear the rest of their conversation.
taking another sip of your coffee and placing it on the kitchen counter, out of reach, you walk out to the living room.
one’s watching tv.
the other’s playing blocks.
this isn’t playing together.
you go retrieve the box with the materials from their hiding place and come back.
“both of you are going to paint now.” hoping they don’t take too long while misa’s still sleeping. you lay the newspaper down on the coffee table. "then both of you are taking a nap.”
kiyoshi immediately starts cleaning up the blocks and walks over to the remote on the sofa to turn the tv off.
shoji pops up and cries out, “hey!”
your son looks at you and back at shoji, then says, “that’s not nice.”
“hay is for horses.” taking two old shirts of yours out of the box, you hand one to your son. “come here, shoji.”
you decide against the thumbprint glass magnets. there will be fingerprints all over the place. the other is to make air fresheners, but the scents are what you and your family likes. you need another adult present to help out with both.
those can be saved for another day or next time.
maybe kiyoshi can set an example for this one.
he has to.
shoji slides off the sofa. when he walks over, you hold the shirt up for him to place his arms through the armholes then slip the shirt over his head.
“are we making trees?” your son questions, eyeing the shirt and taking it. kiyoshi puts on the shirt with no problem.
“no, we’re not because they may not like the scents you picked out.”
he wanted to make air fresheners for his dad and saw you put the materials away the other day. he only got a glimpse of tree wooden cutouts and pieces of fabric. the scents were picked out all at the mall, everything he’s familiar with: cinnamon, jasmine, lavender, rose, sandalwood.
he chose it all by himself.
he knows you changed your mind because shoji’s here.
seeing the crestfallen look on his face, you add, “dont worry. we’ll make it next time.”
he rolled out the clay into circles and the pieces were baked the other day.
it just requires painting now.
a trip to the kitchen for a small bowl of water and back to set it down in the middle of the table. you squeeze a little bit of paint from each bottle onto two plates and divy out the brushes and baked pieces. they both get two each. “you can use a little water to help.”
as you’re about to sit down, you hear faint crying coming from the bedroom closest to the kitchen. your son does too.
“misa!” kiyoshi pops up.
the doorbell rings.
“door!” shoji shouts.
“i’ll get them,” you tell them both. “start painting first.”
when you check the door, it’s your mother, standing on the other side of it. you step over to usher her in. “hi, mom.”
she visits every few days, ever since misa was born.
“kiyoomi asked me to drop by to make sure you’re fine.”
of course, he did. in other words, he didn’t think you could handle it. “i’m fine. we’re fine.”
you shut the door.
“then why do i hear the little one crying?”
you strain your ears to hear she’s still at it.
“grandma!” kiyoshi runs over and hugs his grandmother.
your mother returns the hug. “how’ve you been?”
“good.” kiyoshi tugs his grandmother into the living room.
shoji’s still painting when you take a peek, but you leave them to attend to the one crying.
when entering misa’s room, she’s fussing in her crib. tiptoeing over to her, you find her sucking on her fist. you gently stroke her cheek and she stops. her head turns and a pair of eyes, the same as yours, color too, meet your gaze.
it’s as if you’re looking into a mirror and see the same eyes looking back at you.
it’s in all the pictures your parents have of you when you were a child and the same ones they took of you for school.
it’s in all the recent ones your husband and you have as well.
it seemed both kids inherited almost everything from your husband, from the mix of curl patterns starting to form on what little hair she had.
a reflex smile makes its way onto her face when she recognizes you.
she’s also not wearing what she had on earlier when she was taken from you.
“daddy will be home soon.” you wrap her up in a blanket and pick her up. before heading out, you stop to grab the infant floor seat at the opposite end of the room just as the door creaks open and kiyoshi enters.
“i’m done. can i watch her?”
he can’t be.
you glance at him and he has smudges of paint on his face. some on his hands and arms. a few specks on the old shirt he’s wearing.
or maybe he is.
“kiyo, you’re supposed to play with shoji.”
he gives you a blank stare. “grandma’s there.”
“grandma is not shoji’s friend. you are.” you drop the seat and turn him around, lightly pushing him towards the door. “i’ll bring misa outside, okay?”
he reluctantly goes back to the living room.
if it were you, you’d take forever.
you kneel down for the seat again and go out.
your mother’s sitting on the sofa, continuing to wipe the paint off your son’s face, who no longer has the old shirt on him and is giving shoji the evil eye. bokuto’s son is still painting, paying no mind to his surroundings.
kiyoshi sees you and hops off to go to the kitchen to wash the paint off his hands, with your mother in tow.
“i’m done, anty.” shoji drops the brush on top of the newspapers.
the seat is placed in an open area and you go examine their masterpieces, making a mental note of the ones in front of bokuto’s son.
it’s the expected outcome of all four pieces having swirls and mixed colors running together.
“here. give misaki to me,” your mother states, taking her out of your arms.
“did they get into a fight?”
“yes, go clean him up and go make her a bottle.”
you may as well stay in the kitchen until your husband’s back. “come on, shoji.”
he follows you into the kitchen and steps onto the stool in front of the sink. taking the old shirt off, you give him a quick once-over. he doesn’t have any paint on him except his arms and hands. you help him clean the paint off.
why did they have paint on their arms and face? did they draw on each other? if you knew your son, he must have gotten upset and hurriedly finished his pieces to go find you inside misaki’s room.
after a few minutes of scrubbing, there’s no more visible paint. he takes a dry washcloth from the pile while you move everything from the coffee table to the kitchen island.
their plates are thrown away. both shirts thrown into a hamper.
“shoji, these two pieces are yours, correct?” you hold up the two originally in front of him.
he nods.
“do you want rice crackers?” you offer.
“yes, please!” shoji chirps.
you get two juice boxes out of the fridge and hand them to him. “give one to kiyoshi. i’ll bring the snacks outside.”
the pantry door is still open from earlier, which means you never got your snack. two bags of single serve rice crackers treats are taken out in a hurry and tossed on the island countertop. taking a clean bottle out of the bottle sterilizer, you made a new one for your daughter.
kiyoshi has to be the one to give the bottle to her or he gets upset and throws a tantrum.
twisting the cap on the bottle, you shake it, grab the two bags, and are about to head out until your son runs into you.
he stands on tiptoes, reaching for the bottle and takes it out of your hand.
the rest are sitting on the sofa watching anime when you give the boys their snacks.
“mom, do you want coffee? tea?” you offer.
“water’s fine.” your mother’s holding misa while your son feeds her with the bottle.
after giving her a bottle of water, the music’s on. the dirty brushes, now clean, are air-drying next to the sink. you settle in on a stool to finish their pieces with a couple coats of gloss. then paint the edges with metallic gold.
after the boys’ pieces are dry, you put sticky bumpers under shoji’s two and wrap them up in clear wrapping and adorn it with a ribbon. you attach a tag with a S on it.
kiyoshi’s usually all over this, but ever since misa came into the picture, he tags along with his dad, giving her all their undivided attention.
you take your time and end up working on a piece yourself, but you don’t know how long you spend on it or how fast time flies.
a familiar scent wafts through the air and a pair of arms slip around your waist as your husband rests his chin on your shoulders, making you nearly jump out of your skin. “what are you doing?”
luckily, you aren’t holding the clay piece, but the brush fell out of your hands when you reached down from instinct, to pull off the arms around you.
“don’t scare me like that!” you end up squeezing his arm then pick up the paint brush and stick it in the jar of water. “i didn’t hear the door.”
guess time flies when you’re having fun.
he presses a kiss to your temple and releases you to pick up the adhesive bumpers and attach them to the underside of kiyoshi’s pieces.
“how did you know those go there?”
“you can’t hide anything from me.” he knows you used his phone to order the supplies because you didn’t bother covering your tracks. you were too lazy to get up to get your own phone and you thought he was sleeping, taking his out of his hand.
“the boys got into a fight-”
“dad!” shoji shouts, running into the kitchen and pulling bokuto along. “look what i made for you!”
so much for the surprise.
shoji’s head pops up over the counter and his hands reach for the wrapped bag, but bokuto helps his son out and picks him up to get it.
“thanks, shoji.” bokuto winks at you. “we’re going to head out. thanks again to both of you. see you later, y/n.”
“bye, anty.” shoji waves.
“see you.” you return the wave and attempt to finish your piece.
omi walks them out. they exchange goodbyes with your mother and kids. again with your husband at the door.
setting the brush down, you eye your husband warily when he returns to the kitchen. bokuto and him wore workout clothes when they left the place. “that’s not what you wore when you left earlier.”
“i asked your mother to come over so i can take you out.” he’s now sporting a dress shirt and dress pants. “judging from what you’re doing, you haven't eaten anything either.”
“but the kids…” you glance at the living room. “you can’t leave them with my mom.”
“your mother’s more than capable,” he says flatly.
“i didn’t clean up yet.”
“i will clean up.”
“what about the photographer?”
“they’re just taking pictures of misaki. we can reschedule it if it makes you feel better.” he pulls you off your stool, along to your shared bedroom. “now go change before i change my mind.”
notes: bluebells mean gratitude in japan.
it’s not my best, but omi doesn’t appear much in the original two pieces after part 4. i didn’t want to write a brand new one after the two i had, so this will have to do.
Can I request a part 2 of https://at.tumblr.com/honeystwiggypeach/hii-i-can-please-request-a-angst-to-fluff-sakusa-x/87nkqh9exjzs where the baby is born and they’re enjoying parent life
Besties I love you all so much for this😭 I loved the other request so much!! Tysm for requesting pls let me know if anyone else wants to see anything because I love requests so much!!!
Tw- past sexual harassment(from the last request it’s a forced kiss) trauma, pregnant reader, fluff!
Once you got a bit later in pregnancy Kiyoomi decided to take off work for a bit, already he had been nervous to go back because of the misconduct but eventually he’d learn how to cope a bit better than he had before and the break helped him to heal some more.
Once your baby was born he was absolutely in love. She looked almost identical to her daddy, with black little curls two matching moles on her forehead and her adorable little dimples.
Both you and Kiyoomi absolutely adored her, she was such an adorable sleepy little baby. When you’d lay her down to change her she’d scrunch up her little body, a sleepy smile on her face as she tried to wiggle away from the two of you.
Kiyoomi had taken to calling her his little wiggle worm and it was possibly the cutest thing you’d ever seen. Today was Kiyoomi’s first time away since she’d been born and when he came home just a short theee hours later, he’d had and arm full of baby clothes bags.
“Look it’s a little worm baby blanket” he smiles holding up the little yellow and green wrap, it looks more like a catapulted but you won’t mention it.
You smile softly at how gentle he is when he lifts her from her cradle laying her on her mat so he can wrap her up.
She smiles sleepily after being wrapped up as Kiyoomi holds her close to himself. He smiles proudly as she makes a little cooing noise to herself as she snuggles up to the soft material of her daddy’s hoodie.
You watch from the entrance from the nursery, you smile to yourself as Kiyoomi turns to you, his voice is incredibly soft when he speaks, “see she loves it” you let out a little giggle at that before he walks over pecking your cheek before your daughter lets out a little noise.
Pls let me know if you guys want to see more I love writing requests so much!!!!
⊱• Written for @augustinewrites -Simple Pleasure’s Collab
⊱•WC: 3k
⊱• A/N: He later realized that it had been Valentine’s Day(...). His son, Sakusa Kaoru…had brought home bags of Valentine’s chocolate. Kiyoomi wasn’t sure if he should be happy or afraid.
"First step," Kaoru announced to this father, rolling up Kiyoomi's sleeves, "Is to wash your hands thoroughly… I need you to help me knead the dough…."
His face was all serious, he was talking slowly, and his eyes grew wide as he explained the planned steps. Sakusa Kaoru, six years old, was a man with a plan. Kiyoomi should have seen it coming. Last month, his first-grader had come home from school with boxes and boxes of chocolates.
He later realized that it had been Valentine's Day when he received a homemade chocolate cake from you later that evening. Halfway through his third slice and a mental note not telling his nutritionist about this, he realized it. His son, Sakusa Kaoru…had brought home bags of Valentine's chocolate. Kiyoomi wasn't sure if he should be happy or afraid.
Sign of the times, he guessed, another form of growing pains.
"Tou-chan?" Kaoru tugged at the apron he had put on, "Are you here with me? I need your full attention… I mean, I could technically do it by myself…but Kaa-chan said kids are not allowed to do anything in the kitchen alone, and I don't want to get on her bad side…."
Smart Boy. He himself learned never to get on your wrong side. That his son had known that at the wee age of six made him think Kaoru would go far.
"Ready when you are Kid…so what shall I do?" Sakusa asked, smiling as Chef Kaoru moved up on the step stool to get better access to the ingredients already prepped and measured by you before you left. "First, we need to preheat the oven to 180 °C……yeah, like that…."
Kaoru squinted, watching Kiyoomi set the oven numbers, making sure his athlete father remembered his numbers. He did, turns out, that his university degree was actually worth something.
"Next we need to mix the butter and the sugar……both brown and white one… it's more delicious when we have two kinds," he said and pointed towards the ingredients, eyes sparkling. Sakusa realized, with slight amusement, that his son took a pause, gulping down the water in his mouth.
"Is this mom's cookie recipe?" he asked, inquiring.
As Kaoru nodded, he too started to salivate at the thought of those delicious treats you made. Luckily, this time around, the V-League season was over, so his nutritionist was more forgiving if he stole one, two, or ten of these.
“No, touuu-chaaaan these are for….” Kaoru reading his father's expression, started and paused, a hint of fear on his face. Kiyoomi realized he had almost slipped up, letting him know who the cookies' mysterious person was intended for. Kaoru cleared his throat. "These are mine to gift….if you want to give mom a White Day gift, you have to make your own stuff…."
"Got it buddy," Sakusa let out a laugh at his annoyed grumble and ruffled through his son's curly hair, smiling fondly at him continuing to mirror a very disgruntled angry kitten before he preheated the oven for him.
Kaoru, a master baker who's helped you bake plenty of times under supervision, was very comfortable handling the hand mixer alone, so Kiyoomi only supervised.
Kaoru's face was concentrated on the creamy structure. A small line had appeared in the middle of his brows, and the tip of his tongue peeked out from the corner of his mouth before he spoke up again.
"Tou-chan can you add the egg and the Vanilla, why I continue mixing."
"Yes, I surely can, Kaoru," he hummed, adding the ingredients, and saw his mini-me nod in approval. Sakusa Kiyoomi, wing spiker for the MSBY Jackals, cracked an egg and added vanilla to some butter and sugar. "The flour too? Do you need to add baking soda?"
"Kaa-san already prepped it before she went to her doctor's appointment," Kaoru informed him, "If you could, please sift it spoon by spoon ohhh also the white chocolate chips."
As he finished talking, the tiny tip of his tongue appeared again. Ten minutes later, the dough was resting, and Sakusa cleaned up.
At the same time, Kaoru prepped the baking trays, taste-tested, and decided on the sprinkles they would use. He apparently decided on the pink, white and red hearts instead of the rainbow-colored ones.
They hand-rolled the dough into small balls and placed them on four baking trays with spaces in between. They washed hands since the dough had made them sticky, and Kiyoomi took over cleaning the bowl while Kaoru started sprinkling the cookies with the hearts.
Kaoru was done with two trays as Kiyoomi cleaned and helped him put the trays in the oven.
"Say Tou-chan…" Kaoru spoke up after putting more of the sprinkles in the bowl, "How did you know you were in love with Kaa-san?
Oh, shit. Sakusa thought, hearing sirens in the back of his mind, alarms going off. All loudly screeching and red.
He was going to have the talk with his son…well, not that talk but like A talk…about emotions. Really, his son was getting too old too quickly. A sign of the times, he guessed.
"Hmm," Kiyoomi murmured, giving himself some time while he got out a glass, a grape juice box, and the bottle of red that was unopened from the fridge. "Well…. I took some time, to be honest…."
He poured himself a glass and shoved the juice box over to Kaoru. Both took a sip and sighed.
"Hmmm, grape, my favorite flavor," Kaoru hummed.
"Hmm, fermented grape, my favorite flavor," Kiyoomi agreed in his head.
"Why did it take time," Kaoru asked, slurping away, and Kiyoomi took a second to realize he was picking up the previous conversation from before. "Like wasn't it like love at first sight? Like in those movies, Maya-nee likes to watch?"
Oh yeah, Maya and her teen rom-com….his eldest child wasn't even a teen yet. Still, ever since she started Middle-School, those titles, vampires vs. werewolves ( the werewolf is clearly superior) and giggles over the phone with her friends, became more frequent. Another sign of the times.
"Well Kaoru, those are movies," Kiyoomi explained, "You surely can like a person at first sight….but to love someone it takes time. You fall in love with little things, the way they smile, how they help strangers on the street. How they hug you…how they smell…how they are there for you on rainy days."
He reminisced about the two of you. Every little thought of you and him through all the year. He wasn't entirely truthful.
There was love at first sight, but love had different forms. Love, at first sight, existed too, he recalled. Two little bundles, screaming, as time stood still for a moment when they came into the world. Kaoru might understand that one day if he decided to have his own kids.
"So…like rainy days when someone shares their umbrella with you? Or like jumps into puddles for you because you don't want to get your stuff dirty but you were dared to do so?" Kaoru said, suddenly excited.
"Kaoru…did someone dare you to jump into a puddle?"
"Naa, that was ages ago."
Not very convincing, the concept of time hasn't clicked in Kaoru's mind. Sometimes yesterday was still this morning, sometimes it was three weeks ago.
"…and it was muddy, so I didn't want to do it…so she did it for me…so I like that about her…" he confessed, the juice distracting him, so he started babbling.
It was a trick he used on you sometimes when you were too reluctant to speak what was bothering you. Put a bowl of snacks or something to drink in front of you, and you'd chat away.
"I like how she laughs, her ideas are super fun, like when we play on the yard she always has the best adventure ideas and her pirate voice is really cool.Oh, she also beats up the boys who mock my curls and say they are girly. Oh, oh and also when they mock my art and crafts." Kaoru sighed.
Kaoru was soft. Sakusa and you both knew, preferred not to play too rough, and had an artistic streak. In Kaoru's first year, his kindergarten teacher once told him that she had never seen a young kid not color outside the lines. Yes, Kiyoomi went out and bought his son 5 new coloring books, much to his son's glee.
Kaoru continued his rant, "And she helps me with my spelling…well we both aren't very good at it…also when we pick teams in gym class she makes sure to pick me first."
"Sounds like an awesome girl…you should introduce me sometimes to her," Sakusa chuckled behind his glass and sipped.
"No," Kaoru said in disgust, "That would be embarrassing…sorry Tou-chan but no…."
Sakusa Kaoru was interrupted by some keys turning in the door. His sister arrived from her after-school club, murmuring a tadaimaa as her keys jingled.
"Okairii," both Sakusa men answered and watched as Sakusa Maya came shuffled into the kitchen, Curly hair tossed into a ponytail, dressed in the lilac of the Itachiyama Middle School Volleyball Club's tracksuit.
"Ohhh, I thought I smelled Mom's cookies…." she said, bending up to plant a kiss on her father's cheek. It tugged at his already molten heartstrings, made Kiyoomi warm and fuzzy to see that his daughter still did this.
Maya, almost 12, was taking after her father in height. His little girl had grown quite a lot towered over her classmates in the past year. However, she was still his little girl deep inside, despite the growing pains.
She rested her head into her dad's side, enjoying him patting her cheeks
then proceeded to reach out and ruffled her brother's hair, "Is that for White Day?"
Kaoru complained about his sister's rough treatment, muttering something to hide the fact he was blushing.
Maya tossed her sports bag into the general direction of the laundry room and stretched, "Where is Kaa-chan… I thought you wanted to bake with her."
"At the doctors…." Kaoru answered, pouting, "But Tou-chan helped me instead…he is doing a decent job."
"Well…good on Touchan!" Maya smiled, "I hope Kaa-chan will feel better soon, she has had an upset stomach for weeks now……so did she per chance cook something before she left? Practice was draining and I am starving."
"No, she had not," Kiyoomi replied, "But I could quickly whip up something."
Maya and Kaoru shared a glance, silent sibling communication Kiyoomi was not a part of was shared, and Maya somehow lost. She turned her eyes to him, used a sweet tone she used whenever she wanted to have the remote in the evening, and asked, "Could we order some take out? Pleeeease?"
How could he say no to her when she looked at him like this. His will crumbled, "Okay…fine…."
"Yay!!" both children happily high-fived, and Maya snatched one cookie from the tray that was fresh out of the oven.
"Hey!" Kaoru complained. Maya flicked his nose and said, "Since these are for your little crush…and I am a girl, I am the taste tester….these are awful…."
She said and took two more, "So bad that I need two more…:"
"Maya-nee no fair."
"What are you gonna do about it Germ?"
"Put them back!"
Maya smugly smiled at her brother and licked the two cookies, "You want me to put them back?"
"Ewww nooo…" Kaoru pouted, and Maya laughed, taking her brother in her arms and squishing his face, "Awww, my cute little Germ, Bacillus Kaoru's Ineptus Maximus."
"Maya…" Kiyoomi sighed, "Maya, we don't make up microbe names for of our family members…."
"Okay…" she said and stopped pressing kisses on Kaoru's cheeks while he complained about cooties. "I'm going to go take a shower…."
Maya planted another kiss on her brother's cheek then pinched his elbow, to which the six-year-old complained. Kiyoomi smiled, telling her off half-heartedly, and checked on Kaoru and his war wounds.
They put the cookies in the pretty box you had bought and prepared beforehand. Kaoru seemed very satisfied with his work. Honestly, Kiyoomi had to agree with his son's statement that these were the best cookies ever made in the Sakusa household.
"What about mom's?" he inquired, and his son corrected himself, "By men…the best cookies made by men."
"So…do you want to add a nice note to the gift, Kao-chan?" Sakusa mused, and his son's eyes lit up.
"That's a cool idea… I'll go get the craft supplies….do you want to make a card for mom too?"
"Only if you help me….I am not the best crafter."
"I know tou-chan… I'll help you."
Kiyoomi was humbled soon enough by his primary school kid at his attempt of cutting a semi-heart-shaped thing out of the glittery cardboard. He glued it on some cardboard that he folded, heavily side-eyed by Kaoru.
"It's crooked…." he commented, then smiled, "But nice effort…I think mom will see you but all your hard work into it…."
Kaoru had also just finished his card. He had first sketched it on some paper before he crafted it and was smiling to himself. "I hope she'll like it…."
They heard Maya come out of the bathroom from her shower, hair plopped up in a large cotton t-shirt.
"Did you take time to put in your conditioner, sweetheart?" Kiyoomi asked. Her curls were too beautiful not to take proper care of them.
"Yes," she hummed and looked over the cards, "These look….nice….um can I have more cookies?"
"You know no snacks before dinner…it should be here any moment."
"Yeah, but that rule is when kaa-san is here…."
"Your Kaa-san knows everything and will know everything."
Maya sighed, plopping onto the sofa, and started talking to her dad about the upcoming practice match against the Nekoma Middle School's girls team when Kaoru suddenly declared that he was finished.
"Maya-nee I need help with my card," he asked, "With the spelling and stuff."
"Ask tou-chan am too tired…."
"Noo, it can't be tou-chan….I," Kaoru grumbled, getting up since he was getting pink, "I'll just do it myself."
Kiyoomi and Maya watched as Kaoru got up. He swiftly shuffled over to the corner of the living room that still was transformed into a pillow fort from when Uncle Toya had come to visit before Christmas.
You and Kiyoomi had to go and buy more pillows and blankets since Komori and the kids had used all the ones in your living room, additionally to the blinking Christmas lights that Kaoru had put on. Kiyoomi, of course, went all out in Ikea send Motoya the bill for the new stuff.
Kaoru sat down, grunted, nodded, and closed the make-shift door to the fort, a cuddly grey fleece blanket with a sign that had a small caricature of Kiyoomi on it and stated.
No duds ale owed
Yeah, Kaoru really had to work on his spelling. Maya was allowed to check Kaoru's card, commented snarlingly to her father that her brother was a poet, and set the coffee table for the food. The Sakusas ate dinner, and all three of them prepped Bentos for the next day.
Kiyoomi also clued his kids in on his gift for you, showing them the velvet box and asking them to help him with the note. They were in the mid of putting in a sweetheart-shaped message for you to see on the next day when you came back home.
Three curly heads whipped around, scrambling as if caught with their hands in the cookie jar (okay, maybe that was also true), and Maya quick-witted as she was decided to distract you.
"Kaa-san, welcome home… I need you to look at this thing I have on my back."
"Maya…is this about your mole again?" you chuckled and obliged because you had obviously not seen the big heart-themed gift bag behind Kiyoomi's back.
It got late after you put the kids in bed when you joined your husband.
Kaoru was so excited about the next day he took a long time to actually fall asleep, asking you for glasses of water, then needing to get up to use the bathroom.
"Our baby boy is a big kid now…." Kiyoomi said softly as you got into bed, pulling you in softly kissing your temple.
"He has to be… Kiyoomi, he is six years old," you chuckled, leaning into his touch, now that he smelled like the spearmint from his toothpaste. Luckily, the scent of fermented grapes was nauseating.
"He is just adorable…wonder how long his little crush will last…."
"Little crush?" you chuckled, leaning into his touch, his fingers ghosting on your belly, a little timid. "You know Kaoru has liked her since his first year in kindergarten…."
"So its a long time crush? How sweet…childhood friends…did they meet in kindergarten?"
"Kiyoomi… they've known each other since they were younger? Did you have too much wine?"
"Wait…you know that mystery girl?"
"I do, "you chuckled, kissing his cheek before turning your back to him so he can put his over your hip, "And I think it's mutual…Akane has a crush on him too…."
"Ah that's sweet," Kiyoomi nodded sleepily, now daring to brush his hands over the small bump that had just started to show, "How was the doctor appointment?"
"I got something against the morning sickness…" you murmured sleepily, "I hope it helps…."
"We have to tell the kids soon…." Kiyoomi murmured and pulled you into his chest. "Maya is getting suspicious…."
"Soon," you agreed, eyes fluttering, drifting off to sleep.
Kiyoomi and your breathing started to synchronize in harmony. The warmth of his body next to you, soothing you from the hectic day you had. He faintly smelled the cookie dough, but you thought it might be your daughter's shower gel he often stole without admitting it.
The room was silent, dreams awaited…until…
"Wait…Akane?" Kiyoomi's eyes suddenly opened and widened in horror. "MIYA AKANE???"
Ah yes, growing pains.
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because he, for the love of god, cannot even phantom the thought of hating his daughter when she's smiling up at him like he hung up the stars. not when she's an identical version of you, the same smile, the same eyes, and even the same personality. the only thing she's got from him is his infamous curly hair and moles but he couldn't get himself to be mad, really. definitely not when his three year old daughter was raising her arms and asking to be carried, even chirping in a sweet "please daddy!".
sakusa used to hate the idea of having a kid, until he saw you and him in a small delicate body that's bundled up in a small blanket in your arms.
