rintaro doesn’t look up from his phone as kaiya bothers him, tugging on his shirt and prodding his arm to try and stir him from his comfort in bed next to you. you snicker and watch fondly at your 10 year old’s attempts to rouse her father, to seemingly no avail.
“dad, i need you to come see,” she whines. “it’s really important-“
“no,” rintaro is quick to answer. “no. no no.”
“why not!” she huffs.
“because-“ he finally spares kaiya a glance, “every time one of you rat children come in here to get me up to kill a spider, or see the moon, or check for monsters, you sneak into my bed and take my spot next to mom. i deserve some mom time too, yanno.”
kaiya groans as she tugs his wrist, “daaaaaad, its serious!”
“what is it?”
she pouts at him, flashing him a lethal set of puppy eyes akin to yours. he sighs and scrubs his face with his hands, “if i entertain this, and you steal my spot, so help me god-“
“i won’t,” she says softly. “please?”
rintaro sighs.
he swings his legs out of bed and ushers kaiya to lead the way, “go on then. let’s go.” he follows her closer to the doorway, and you raise your brows in surprise as she actually brings her dad to the doorway.
only to then cackle when she darts to your bed, trying to get under the covers.
“YOU LITTLE-“
“i want to cuddle with mommmmm!”
“SO DO I!”
kaiya squeals as rintaro grabs her ankle and drags her to the edge of the bed, picking her up into his arms while she flails and screams in protest. you hear him ranting in the hallway over kaiya’s whines and giggles to be put down, “you damn kids, you’re lucky i don’t call uncle shinsuke to straighten your asses out. you wake up your sisters i swear to all the unholy gods-“
you shake your head and turn back to the tv-
only to smile fondly as a familiar face pokes his head from the doorway.
akito is quick to rush into rintaro’s warm spot, smiling in content as you open your arm for him to cuddle into your side. you kiss his head and scratch his scalp, letting him melt against you.
“you know he’s gonna have a conniption,” you hum.
“he should know better than to leave his spot unattended.”
you snort and let him cuddle closer, “my baby boy, what am i gonna do with you?”
“uhm, give me all your attention?”
“you always have my attention-“
“you’re joking.” rintaro stands in the doorway in disbelief, and you hear akito snicker in satisfaction. “you little freak.”
“it’s mom-akito time, back off,” your son says, clinging to you closer.
“you know, there was a time when you liked me the best,” your husband hisses.
“i don’t miss those days,” you titter. rintaro glares playfully.
“those days are gone, father. mom is mom.”
once again, rintaro scrubs his face with his hands, “i’m not dealing with this, i’m sleeping on the couch.” he turns on his heel to stalk down the hallway; you hear akito sigh and stir slightly.
“dad, wait,” he says. rintaro pauses and turns back to his bedroom, blinking unamused at his son. “don’t forget your pillow,” he reminds, tossing the fluffed pillow at his father.
At least once a week, Suna brought his children out in the yard to play some volleyball.
His son was practising to be a setter (Atsumu’s influence, it’s a sensitive topic for Suna), while his daughter spiked his sets.
That’s perfect because Suna got an insane confidence boost from blocking for them.
Sometimes, when they were really trying, he let them earn some points so that he can watch them practice their celebrations. It always brought a smile to his face.
“If you make the next one, we’ll go to Super Nintendo World next week.”
They screamed in excitement, making you peek into the yard and find a seat to watch them.
Your son focused hard as your daughter threw up the ball before doing the run-up, grinning excitedly as she watched the perfect set he put up for her.
Copying her dad’s technique, she leaned sideways in an attempt to avoid his block.
Suna watched with pride, almost regretting his plot.
As the ball crossed over the net, his hand was already there to stop it, making it fall to the ground on the kids’ side. “That’s the harsh reality of life, kiddos. I want you to get familiar with this feeling: It’s called disappointment.”
They screamed again, this time angrily, before storming under the net and jumping him, hauling him to the ground when he didn’t fight back.
You laughed from the porch, holding your stomach. That’s definitely the father of your children.
content — x gn!reader. dad!suna. reader has kids, three to be exact. fluff!!!! just your little family appreciating you so much <3 i guess this will be a series bc im too attached to them all, but they don't have to be read as one. requests for the series are welcome <3 ignore mistakes pls
"what about these- umm, chrys- chrysanthemums? yeah, think she'll like them?" suna runs his fingers softly over the delicate petals of the blue flowers.
"yeah maybe at her funeral." rina mumbles, continuing to gaze over the other assortments in hopes of finding one perfect for you.
"hey! can we not talk about my wife's death?" suna scolds his eldest daughter with a frown.
"no, like actually. they symbolize death."
riley laughs as her father's face falls into a grimace, redirecting his attention to another flower, presumably to one that doesn't signify anything involving you leaving his life.
you had a long week, tired out by your usual three twelve hour shifts as a nurse, but this week you ended up working overtime after your coworker had a family emergency. you appreciated the extra pay, especially since mailyn's birthday was rounding the corner, but you were completely exhausted.
you might even appreciate the chrysanthemums at this rate because you feel as if death was after you.
you came home earlier this morning, around 7am when suna was deciding what to make the girls for breakfast when you stumbled through the door in a pair of dark blue wrinkled scrubs, your lunch and purse in one hand and your dignity and sanity in the other. even a person without eyes could tell just how overly tired you were.
so here they were, making sure when you woke up, you would know just how much your hard work is appreciated in this family.
"daddy, can i have-"
"mailyn, baby please. daddy's gonna change his name if you ask for a kinder egg one more time. i'll get you one before we head out, kay?" the youngest girl lets out dramatic giggles at his joke, completely ignoring his pleas for a moment of silence.
"someone google flowers that mean thank you or someth- mailyn! put those down!"
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when you do wake up, it's nearly six and the fact alone makes you jump out of bed panicked. the house is silent and that's never good.
you didn't think suna was incapable of watching the girls, never that. he was just as much as a parent as you were, but he isn't any quieter than they are. you should be hearing him chasing mailyn around or bugging the twins about how he forgot which one was which.
though, when you race downstairs ready to call 911 and send a few search parties throughout japan, you realize something is off, and it's not the silence.
it's how clean the house is.
you can actually see the floors, the coffee table isn't crooked, the dishes are out to dry and a few candles are lit.
what stood out the most was a clean vase, filled with orange tulips, perched on the island of the kitchen. intricate designs ingrained into the material, making the water inside of it look as if it was swirling. a small paper sat beside it with familiar handwriting and beautiful signatures that you adored so much.
"thank you for everything, we love you" in suna's surprisingly perfect cursive handwriting, courtesy to the amount of signatures he gives out on a daily basis. that's followed with signatures from them all and of course, mailyn's name with a backwards y.
you have to bite your lip to assure that you don't burst into tears right wear you stand. hugging the paper to your chest with a warm heart, you feel your fingers get wet with what you assume is tears that you didn't hold back too well.
nope, nevermind, it's chocolate from the half eaten kinder egg that sits beside the vase.
Could you imagine how soft all those boys would go seeing the two tiny pink bundles.
part 3 of this series
“They’re like…two little people.”
The two little people in question are your newborn twin daughters. Two tiny blushing bundles of baby swaddled in two sets of thick and clammy arms—arms of who they don't yet know to be their uncles. Uncles who just so happened to lie about their familial status to the receptionist to get in your private room.
“Two little ladies,” Atsumu knowingly corrects his twin. “Address them as such.”
“It’s like, how did they even come out of you?”
Though there’s no ill intent in the question, your exhausted body can't help but be slightly offended. As if the past 36 hours of excruciating labor (times two) that you endured didn’t exist in real-time, to those who weren't there.
You huff a short and dry laugh, “Slowly and painfully.”
Suna rubs a slender hand through your hair, gently using this thumb to massage away at your tender temples. Your eyes close instinctually at the comforting touch. “You did great, mama,” he coos.
Atsumu lets the two of you enjoy the intimate moment for about five seconds before deciding he’s been considerate enough.
“What about me?” his eyes refuse to leave the little lady he cradles, “This is my first time holding a day-old baby. Isn’t uncle doing great, too?”
“They’re two days old,” Suna deadpans, “and I’m docking you ten uncle points for that stupid comment.”
Atsumu’s jaw drops slightly in shock at the newfound punishment. He immediately backtracks, “I’m kidding, jeez.”
The baby in his hold doesn't open her eyes, but she manages to crinkle her nose in her half-slumber. Her scrunchy little body takes an extra strong inhale, resulting in what Atsumu thinks is the softest babble he’s ever heard. It softens something inside of him—something he didn't even know he had.
“Obviously your ma did great, look at you two,” his pupils grow like saucers as he swoons between the baby in his arms and her twin in his twin’s. “Sucks that stinky Sunarin is your old man, though.”
Osamu would swat his brother if it weren’t for the two precious bundles of cargo they both hold. He settles for kissing his teeth in distaste. “Fuckin’ language, ‘Tsumu.”
“Huh? I said suck, you just said fuckin—”
Suna scoffs from beside you. “Enough, you’re already contaminating them with your stupid.”
Impossible, you think. They could never be contaminated, nor stupid. They’re two little unexpected blessings who could do no wrong—though you’re sure Mama Miya said the same thing about her set of twins. You can’t find it in yourself to care. No matter the tough pregnancy, painful labor, or rowdy uncles, they’re the best surprise you could’ve asked for.
Atsumu’s pointer finger slightly shakes as he lifts it before your daughter’s face, using it softly to boop her nose.
“Her nose looks like a tiny button,” he declares with a giddy grin.
Like he just won the lottery, his brother instantly perks up with an identically contagious excitement.
“I was just thinkin’ the same thing! Her’s does, too!”
“Weird,” Suna hums earnestly, before the sarcasm laces its way between his syllables, “maybe it’s ‘cause they’re twins.”
If there weren't two sets of tiny ears in the room, the brothers would be groaning in disgust and hurling insults your husband's way. Instead, they choose to quietly scoff and hiss, reminding themselves to be cautious of the sisters they carry.
“Don’t even talk to us about twins, ya scrub.”
“Right! We practically invented twins.”
After a whole ten minutes of gawking at the teeny twins, Osamu slightly turns to his brother.
“Switch with me, ‘Tsumu.”
The blonde immediately agrees with excitement, as if the baby in Osamu’s arms will look, act, or in any way exist differently from the one in his. The two uncles clumsily fiddle with the bundles in hand, figuring out the best way to trade babies without dropping one.
You subconsciously wince as your body tenses up with newfound anxiety. You suppose this is what a mother’s instinct feels like.
You can’t stop yourself from speaking up, “Careful of their necks, support their heads.”
“We got it,” Atsumu idly reassures you—even though he voluntarily offered that this was his first time holding a baby just a few minutes prior.
They successfully trade babies. Osamu brings a calloused finger to your daughter’s face, allowing his roughened thumb to barely skim her creamy cheek.
“This is so cool,” he flashes a toothy grin, “you guys have daughters.”
“Thank god,” you tiredly tease. “Too much testosterone around here with you three, I needed some girls.”
Atsumu nods in agreement, not even batting an eye at your lighthearted banter.
“I’m still bitter that they aren’t named after us, but…” his words trail off as his finger is engulfed in the entire palm of your daughter, “I guess this is cool, too.”
You swear the Miyas are sniffling and misty-eyed, practically seconds away from bawling like the newborn babies they hold. It's a good look on them—new, but precious nonetheless.
“At least you guys look like your mom. Because yikes, if you looked like your dad, that’d be—”
“Fifty uncle points. Now hand them over.”
Osamu’s face drops in pure shock when Rin responds to his teasing remark. You feel a sudden sense of deja-vu. Something about the whiplash that comes with this family you’ve created—from crying out of joy one moment to hurling insults the next, you wouldn't have it any other way.
The twins think your husband is bluffing until he stands up and comes to collect his daughters.
Atsumu greedily curls the baby in towards his chest, “He was just kidding—”
Suna cuts him off with his usual deadpan tone.
“Seventy-five, and now they hate you,” the babies gurgle and coo as he lifts them both and nuzzles them beneath each arm, “See? They just told me so.”
The older twins whine, already missing the delicate weight of the sleepy frames in their hold.
Though they’d rather die than admit it, maybe they are a bit jealous of this new chapter the two of you have entered. It has Osamu dreamily considering working up the nerve to ask his wife if she’s ready to start trying soon. Has Atsumu thinking about redownloading that lousy dating app to start his own journey.
The thought of it brings a sour look to his face, so naturally, he sends it Suna’s way. “You’re no fun, Suna. Fatherhoods already changin’ you.”
Suna places the babies in their matching hospital cradles, side by side on their backs as they squirm in their sleep. He drowns out the sound of the twins in the back—muffled voices of ‘They already like me better’ and ‘I’m gonna be a better babysitter than yer dumb ass,’ ricocheting in the background.
In his own little world, Suna finds himself taking a moment to admire his babies. His daughters.
“Don't listen to them, I’m fun,” Suna whispers into the cradles, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. He’s more so convincing himself, but they don’t need to know that just yet.
He is fun, and he’s going to be fine. Because he has you, and now, he has them.
“But I am grateful that my girls look like their pretty mama.”
Ik a while ago I said I wouldn’t do parent fics/dad!AUs for personal reasons BUT just this once I’ll indulge in a thought that makes me laugh rather than spiral (not turning it into a full fic tho)
I came across a tiktok abt a dad getting his daughters to stop fighting while doing chores by flirting with their mom (his wife) every time they argued rather than getting upset with them so...
why would this totally be suna or atsumu as a dad? (maybe even kuroo?) my first thought seeing this was literally that this would be them. AM I WRONG???
any time your kids argue, he is immediately kissing your all over your face, complimenting you in the most over the top ways- he’s all over you. it’s making your kids scream in horror but it’s making you laugh. a win-win situation for him, obviously, because they stop arguing like you’ve both been asking for the past ten minutes and he gets to sweet talk you a bit, which is one of his favourite things in the world hands down. (it’s also setting a good example for his kids on how to treat their future partners and diffuse situations.)
@emmyrosee thoughts? feel free to add anything if you’d like! you are definitely the dad!au expert in my mind. (emmy has a ton of adorable dad!au fics posted, check them out!!!!)
I think I normally write Suna with a son but I’ll go daughter this time!
Tw~pregnant reader, in labor reader, labor, birth, contractions, anxiety, happy tears, skin to skin with babies!(I’ve included this in a bunch of my writings this week😭)
You knew that Suna could be very nervous at times. That was fine, what was not fine was the way he paced around the delivery room only making you more agitated as he chewed on his lip occasionally looking back at you.
“Rintaro please sit down” you say, but his eyes widen and he can tell he’s only been making you nervous.
“Sorry” he mumbles as he takes your hand and squeezes it, you give him a little smile before wincing at another contraction.
Some few hours later, a tiny crying baby girl is placed on your chest and she’s the most beautiful baby you’ve ever seen in your life to both you and Rintaro.
When everyone’s settled down and you’ve gotten your time to hold the precious girl, you have Rintaro sit beside you in the hospital bed the sheets wrinkling underneath him as he shifts.
“Undo the shirt babe.” Yoh tell him as you tug his shirt up which is quickly discsrded onto the chair beside the two of you.
You gently shift the little baby onto his chest as she tries to scrunch up. You smile at the sight, Rin had told you he guessed the baby would be a girl, he’d always be telling you how excited he was to be a dad and now that he finally was, you could feel the love he had for his baby practically radiating off of him as bittersweet tears well in both of your eyes. The beginning of many bitter sweet moments!
soo can you please write about father suna reacting to he’s child first walk?
I’m deadass in love with father suna 😩😩😩
If ur comfortable with it ofc! Take your time ❤️
reacting to his child’s first walk ! #
☆ featuring. suna rintarou, bokuto koutarou, kita shinsuke, akaashi keiji x reader !
note: reader is called mommy
i am SOO so sorry if you had to wait longg , sorry if this isn’t good enough or what you meant/had in mind 😭
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SUNA RINTAROU -
suna never got the fuss about children’s first things, that was til he experienced it. he always thought that people were so dramatic about it, but in reality when his newly born daughter even made her first sound- this man was absolutely gushing over it, saying she’s grown up so fast.
he practically sees all his kids as mini versions of you and him- so when his first daughter started walking to him, he was literally going crazy. he took out his phone so fast, and started to record her walking to him. you were using the bathroom at the time so he wasn’t sure if you’d see it or not, but he was so happy about it. like full on cheering and jumping up and down.
“yeah that’s right!! come on, you got this baby!!”, he had his hands out in front of her as she continued walking forward, he was scared she’d trip or fall while walking. “lets surprise mommy, yeah?” he says, making a trail to the bathroom.
his daughter followed him till his back hit the bathroom door, and when you opened it, you were confused till your eyes reached the ground, seeing your husband squatting with his arms out, and your baby standing and balancing on her own two feet for the first time. “oh my god! did she-“ you didn’t even get to finish his sentence, “yup.” he said proudly, “that’s my girl”, he brings his hand up to her, and she gives him a small high five, slightly missing the palm of his hand and instead high-fived his fingers instead.
he turns to you then back to his daughter, “c’mon, why don’t we show mommy some more ?”, he says, carrying her in his arms and bringing her to the living room, where he placed her down as she continued to show the two of you how she walks.
BOKUTO KOUTAROU -
he is very energetic and happy. he doesn’t notice it at first cause he’s too busy looking at one of his daughter’s toys, picking it up and just curiously staring at it. then just right above his eyes he sees his daughter walking and he drops everything in his hands and just stares in shock.
“y/n ? y/n !!” he yells, and from across the hall you start walking over to him, “what’s wrong ?” you say, and you look down to see your daughter waddling towards her dad.
“oh my god.”, as you say that, his eyes lit up. bringing his hands to carry up his daughter, “she did it!!! she learnt how to walk!!”, he carries her on his shoulders, bringing her around the house, running around as she giggles.
you watch from afar and admire your husband entertaining your daughter, he runs back into the room, dropping her on her bed. “good job baby!!!” he says, grinning straight at her, as she begins clapping her hands. then he turns to look at you, giving you a gentle smile. 
KITA SHINSUKE -
normally you take care of the baby whilst kita does chores outside the farm, but while you were hanging up your clothes to dry by the sun, kita had to feed the baby.
reading the ingredients and instructions for the baby food- he carefully followed them, and without even knowing, his baby toddler son was slowly walking towards him. and stunned to say the least- kita slightly jumped- taking a minute to process.
his eyes widened at the sight, calling for your name. he started smiling and told him to carefully walk towards you.
doing as his dad told him to do- your son came waddling to you like a little penguin. kita quickly grabbed the polaroid camera sitting on top of the kitchen counter and snapped a photo of your son walking towards you for the first time.
when the polaroid picture started printing, he took it off and while the ink was spreading around, he admired your beauty and smiled at the sight of his family.
AKAASHI KEIJI -
you two are actually preparing for this moment- you were holding the small infant by the arms, trying to guide your son to walking.
akaashi was holding an old vintage aesthetic digital camera, vlogging the entire thing.
“c’mon!! go walk to daddy”, you signaled a little wave and pointed your finger towards keiji, signaling for your son to walk towards him.
your son didn’t quite seem to get the hint, so you just gave up with a shrug and small pout, “babe c’mon! let me try”, keiji said, carefully passing you the camera, you held up the camera to video your husband holding your son, “is it on?” keiji asks, you give a nod.
“c’mon boy, walk to mommy? just try at least please..” he says, your son nods and attempts to stand up, keiji supporting his every move, “you got this.. just walk straight to her” he whispers, the infant slowly stands up, walking carefully, your mouth opening more and more every time he takes a step. “that’s it, go straight to mommy, alright?” your husband faintly whispers, trying to not jinx it but also motivating the small boy at the same time.
as your son reaches your arm, you squeal excitingly, handing the camera to keiji, he points the camera lense at you, and you and your son both wave to the camera smiling, “good boy!!“ you turn to give a kiss to your son’s cheek.
pairing: dad!suna x reader ft. komori & kiyoshi, sakusa’s son
genre: fluff
cw: reader is referred to as 'mommy' to daughter, swearing.
wc: ~1.6k
a/n: the daughter’s name is risako.
yes, this is the same time setting as my dad!sakusa series. i felt i had to write this before pt. 5 gets posted.
thanks for betaing for me, you know who you are.
“bring him with you to osamu’s.” suna enunciates each word slowly and carefully for the millionth time, as if he is speaking to a person who is hard of hearing.
in reality, it’s not a millionth, but for the past ten minutes, he’s trying to convince komori to bring sakusa’s son out. dinner plans are with the twins and their families at osamu’s. his ulterior motive being he wants to reenact the whole fiasco with atsumu, but this time catch it on camera.
you listen helplessly as he’s still at it.
holding your daughter’s hand, you walk her over to the sofa. “he doesn’t have to go. it’d be better if the parents were there too.”
you came back out to the living room to find your husband still on the phone with his teammate, pressuring him. your daughter’s dressed and ready to go. the only one left is you, you’re almost done getting ready.
if you remember correctly, the sakusas were invited, but a prior engagement took precedence, which is why komori has his nephew. the invitation extended out to everyone, but one knows when they are being intrusive.
“rin,” you whisper into his ear. “you’re sleeping out here tonight if you keep this up.”
suna ignores you. “how about…”
guess he chooses to. you know he’ll camp out in his daughter’s room, but you’re going to make sure he sleeps out here.
“risa, i’m going to finish getting ready. hang up daddy’s call if you can. if you do, i’ll let you play pokemon on his phone,” you tell your daughter, lifting her and placing her on suna’s lap, hoping it’ll throw him off. then leave to head to the bedroom.
you don’t approve of what he’s doing, even if it’s for shits and giggles. it’s setting a bad example for the kids, making and letting them think it’s okay to throw food in others’ faces.
if any of them hear about the incident, all the kids will end up playing with their food.
it’s funny when osamu first told the story. however, it got old pretty fast. sakusa’s son most likely forgot about it.
but atsumu… he never forgets, forever holding a grudge against… a kid.
it may be hard to believe how a grown man can be scared of a child. he would never admit it. to top it off, atsumu probably deserved it to begin with.
he’ll know soon enough. he has one of his own. you smile at the fact knowing osamu will teach his nephew well.
along with your husband.
then again, your husband shouldn’t be hounding his teammate, who also happens to be a family member, to bring someone else’s child when his parents aren’t going to be there.
komori changes the subject. “look at risa. she’s looking more and more like y/n.”
suna looks down to see his daughter grinning at him. “say hi, risa.”
risa waves into the phone while suna kisses the top of her head.
she sneakily sticks a hand up towards the phone to hit the red button on the screen, but suna moves it out of her reach.
komori doesn’t like to break promises, especially to the little guy. “i promised i’d watch a movie with my nephew.”
“don’t you need to get food anyway?”
komori tightens the lid on the sippy cup. “yes, but-”
“osamu will make those animal onigiri he likes.”
upon hearing her uncle’s name, risa chimes in, “daddy! i’m hungry.”
you’re back outside after hearing your daughter’s cry. suna dodges your failure of an attempt to swat at him when you see he’s still on the call.
“grow up,” you say under your breath.
“sorry, suna. you should listen to your daughter and get going.” komori grabs a bowl of rice crackers and walks out of the kitchen. his nephew is sitting on the sofa with headphones on. “i don’t think it's a good idea because you’re using the kid for a prank.”
if komori is going to be difficult, as a last attempt, he blurts out, “hand him the phone.”
the other end is quiet. “he hasn’t interacted with you before.”
“so?”
“what are you going to say to him?” komori’s guessing his nephew will ignore suna.
“what’s he listening to?”
“a storybook.”
risa tries to end the call again, but suna holds her hands down with one of his.
“never mind,'' suna sighs. “what are you watching that‘s so important?”
komori hesitates before answering, “the good dinosaur.”
“why?” suna’s brow furrows. “isn’t it the one where-“
your daughter tugs on her dad's shirt. “i want to watch too.”
“yes. he’s watched it numerous times,” komori adds.
“okay, it sucked. ditch the movie.”
komori laughs, “no can do.”
“don’t tell me he cried at the part where the dad-”
your daughter cried there too. their brains are wired differently at that age. every time you asked her about it, she gets all sniffly, saying she doesn’t want daddy to go away.
komori cuts in before suna can say further. “yes, yes! don’t say it out loud. we have the little ones present.”
facepalming yourself at your husband’s lack of a filter, you grab the phone out of his hand. “enjoy the movie. we’ll talk later. bye, komori.”
handing the phone to your daughter, she ends the call after saying, “bye bye.”
a huge grin stretches across risa’s face. “now can i play pokemon, daddy?”
you snicker, feeling your husband’s eyes boring holes at the back of your head as you walk to the bedroom.
he does it to you all the time, but he can never say no to her.
“sure, cutie pie,” suna answers.
it’s on his phone for his daughter to play with, just like how it’s on yours. he opens the app for her. knowing they are nowhere near a pokestop, he activates an incense just in case and to keep her busy for a few minutes.
“daddy, there’s a jigglypuff.”
he glances at the screen. “gotta catch ‘em all.”
suna watches his daughter continuously throwing the pokeballs. after a couple tries, she finally does.
risa lets out a gleeful laugh, “i caught it! i caught it!”
he faintly remembers you saying something to him, but he doesn’t recall what it is.
“good job, sweet pea.” he fixes a few strands of her hair out of place. “stay here, i’m going to go talk to mommy.”
after receiving a hug from her dad, risa moves over to the other cushion.
when he enters the bedroom, his pillows and a blanket sit in a pile on the corner of the bed. “babe?”
“don’t babe me.” your voice echoes from the bathroom. you dab a small amount of perfume behind your ears and put the top back into the crystal bottle.
suna enters the bathroom and slips his arms around your waist from behind and draws you back against his chest. “why did you pile the pillows up?”
“guess you didn’t get the memo.” you reach over to grab your bracelet off the vanity top.
a pout forms on his face. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying.”
“why are you dead set on making friends with someone else’s kid to make another’s life miserable?” you wave the bracelet around.
suna takes the bracelet from you and drapes it over your wrist, pulling the clasp around to fasten it. “it’s hard to explain.”
you stare at him in the mirror. “are you trying to set our daughter up?”
he turns you around to face him.
“oh, she’s not dating anyone until i say so.” he’s not letting anyone near his baby girl. there’s no worry from his end. he’ll scare everyone away. he’ll have to be out of the picture like arlo’s dad. but he plans to stick around for a long time. give her all the hugs she wants and needs. spend time with her. be there for her. most importantly, embarrass her every opportunity he gets.
good, because you don't think the sakusas will appreciate it either, but he has to let go at some point. “you mean until i say so?”
“no, you heard me correctly the first time.”
“oh?” you raise your eyebrows, poking him on the nose affectionately. “then how’d you get past my father?”
“it’s all about respect,” he answers smoothly.
respect, you repeat in your head, laughing softly to yourself. yes, but it’s far from. your parents know all about him and his reputation. after a lot of talking, a lot of persuading, and a lot of listening, it turns out to be finding common ground, which is you.
eventually, they got to know him, even though it took awhile.
“sorry to burst your bubble, but it was my mother who told him to go easy on you,” you say quietly, leaning back and tipping his chin until his gaze meets yours. “also, i can get past you so easily.”
when you lean in to kiss him, you hear faint snickering and giggling behind him, but choose to ignore it.
“oi! suna, stop kissing y/n and get yer ass down here!”
you break the kiss and peek around him to see your daughter holding up his phone with facetime active. on the screen is the blond twin with a smug look on his face.
leave it to your daughter to inherit being a phone junkie from her dad.
it’s the worst, being caught by your daughter and him.
suna doesn’t move an inch, but his arms tighten around you. “now you know why i want to make friends with sakusa’s son.”
