dad!aiku headcannons ୨୧
dad!aiku who finds out accidentally because you leave the test on the bathroom counter. he stares at it for a full thirty seconds, rereads it twice, then walks into the bedroom looking genuinely speechless for the first time in his life.
dad!aiku who immediately drops to his knees in front of you afterward, hands gripping your waist carefully, forehead pressed against your stomach like he already loves the baby more than anything else in the world.
dad!aiku who definitely tears up first. not dramatic sobbing, just quiet tears while laughing under his breath because “holy shit, we’re really having a baby,” and he genuinely can’t stop smiling afterward.
dad!aiku who would probably become a father around twenty-six or twenty-seven. old enough to be mature, stable, and completely devoted, but still playful enough to act like another child inside the house sometimes.
dad!aiku who wants at least three kids. he says two at first, pretending to be reasonable, but the second he holds your first baby, he’s already talking about “maybe one more.”
dad!aiku who loves touching your stomach during pregnancy. his hand is always there absentmindedly while watching television, sleeping beside you, or driving, like he constantly needs reassurance that both of you are still close.
dad!aiku who starts speaking to the baby ridiculously early, leaning close to your stomach and introducing himself like, “hey, buddy. i’m your dad, remember me when you’re famous someday.”
dad!aiku who becomes unbearably protective during pregnancy. suddenly every staircase is dangerous, every grocery bag is “too heavy,” and every inconvenience becomes a personal attack against his wife and unborn child.
dad!aiku who attends every appointment possible, no matter how packed his schedule is. he genuinely does not care if interviews, training, or meetings need rearranging because nothing matters more than being there beside you.
dad!aiku who completely melts the first time he hears the heartbeat. one second he’s smiling confidently, the next he’s staring at the monitor silently with watery eyes and squeezing your hand too tightly.
dad!aiku who becomes obsessed with researching baby names late at night, scrolling through lists for hours while laying across your lap, rejecting names dramatically like he’s scouting football players instead of naming children.
dad!aiku who would choose names that feel strong but warm. for a boy, probably something like haru or ren. for a girl, maybe yuna or emi. names he’d say proudly forever.
dad!aiku who secretly buys tiny football jerseys before the baby is even born, acting embarrassed when you catch him holding them in the store while pretending he “just happened to walk past them.”
dad!aiku who talks about your pregnancy constantly. interviews become dangerous because somehow every question circles back to you or the baby. reporters eventually stop being surprised whenever he starts smiling halfway through answers.
dad!aiku who would absolutely kiss your stomach before leaving for practice every single morning, mumbling something soft like “take care of mom while i’m gone, okay?” before reluctantly walking out the door.
dad!aiku who becomes fascinated with every little change during pregnancy. every kick, craving, mood swing, or sleepy moment feels incredible to him because you’re literally creating someone the two of you made together.
dad!aiku who panics the second you go into labor. not outwardly—he tries staying calm—but his hands shake while grabbing hospital bags, and he definitely speeds slightly driving you there.
dad!aiku who refuses to leave your side during labor. he’s holding your hand the entire time, kissing your forehead constantly, whispering encouragement even when you’re threatening his life between contractions.
dad!aiku who cries harder hearing the baby cry than the baby actually cries. the moment the nurse places your child in his arms, he looks completely overwhelmed with love and disbelief.
dad!aiku who immediately becomes a skinship father. the baby is always sleeping against his chest, tucked into his arms, or carried around the house because he physically cannot stop touching them affectionately.
dad!aiku who develops the softest voice imaginable around his children. nobody believes it at first because this giant, confident man suddenly speaks to babies like they personally hung every star in the sky.
dad!aiku who lets the baby grab his nose, hair, jewelry—anything. he never gets annoyed, just laughs quietly while letting them explore his face with tiny curious hands.
dad!aiku who acts cocky about parenting until the baby cries at three in the morning. suddenly he’s pacing around half-asleep whispering, “please, little dude, work with me here.”
dad!aiku who absolutely brags about his children whenever possible. teammates are forced to see hundreds of pictures, hear random stories, and watch videos of first words whether they asked or not.
dad!aiku who teaches his children confidence before anything else. he wants them to feel loved loudly, openly, unconditionally, because he never wants them questioning how important they are to him.
dad!aiku who lets his daughter paint his nails or put clips in his hair without hesitation. he walks around proudly afterward too, showing everybody because “my princess did it for me.”
dad!aiku who becomes emotional watching your children grow up. every birthday destroys him slightly because he’s happy, proud, and heartbroken that his babies are getting bigger all at once.
dad!aiku who falls even more in love with you after becoming parents. seeing you hold, comfort, and love your children makes him look at you like you’re the greatest thing he’s ever had.
a/n : LOL okey so i asked my friend what typa dad aiku would be, and she helped me out sm !! and also sorry if this is like rlly long 😭 we had so many ideas omll. tysm for reading, please req stuff, and other than that there’s nothing more to add !!
𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐞, 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫, 2026. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐢.