a/n: thank you to my sweet nae @sugurusladyknightt for beta-reading <3
it's become a playful routine of you bringing out the hairbrush and your 4-year-old twin daughters running away, giggling, to their dad. they cling to each of suguru's legs, as if using him as a shield.
he's preparing pancakes for their breakfast, an apron tied around him and his hair pulled back in a loose half-down half-up bun as he whisks the batter. and immediately, his eyes crinkle at the corners when he feels their tiny hands gripping onto his sweats, the most endearing of smiles painting across his mouth.
“daddy do it,” mimiko insists, reaching her hand up for the brush to give to suguru instead.
and, similar to all the previous times, you relent. you and your boyfriend swap places - you take over in making the pancakes and he kisses your temple while slipping the hairbrush from your hands.
“come on, girls,” he says softly, tone so tender as if raising it a decibel higher would be a crime.
it's like a mama duck and her ducklings when they follow him to the dining table and your eyes trail after them as the pan heats up, a warm smile gracing your lips. you couldn't even be offended or upset that they prefer when he does their hair, not when he handles them like silk.
he sits down in one of the chairs and nanako immediately makes herself comfortable in between his knees, standing with her back towards him.
with gentle fingers, he gathers her hair in his palm and runs the bristles through the strands as delicately as he can.
and when he works through a small knot, he directs her attention away from the slight tugging and towards the vibrant collection of hairbands and clips.
“which one do you want today, princess?” he asks, voice so comforting it's able to overcome any and every pain.
after thinking about it for a moment, eyes scrutinising each one, nanako points to the glittery, violet ones. such an innocent and excited grin curves her lips up.
he eyes the colour she chose and smiles. “mm, good choice. you're gonna be the prettiest girls. as you always are.”
he picks up an elastic hair tie that matches the colour of the hairclip, carefully tying her hair up into a bun before clipping back the bangs that obstruct her view.
once he's done, he turns her around and his adoring eyes run over her features while his hand encases her cheek. “there we go.” he kisses her forehead with the gentleness of a caramelised feather.
“myyy turn,” mimiko exclaims, attempting to climb into his lap, legs wiggling in the air.
he chuckles softly in amusement, lifting her to help her sit on his thighs safely. “mhm, what would this princess like today?”
“mmm,” she thinks for a moment, her legs swinging back and forth. “like nana's?”
“of course, princess.”
he repeats the same process for mimiko and makes sure to press his lips tenderly against her forehead, too, once he's finished.
he lightly ruffles the tops of their heads, mindful not to muss their hair. “no matter how old you two get, i'll always do your hair.”
Synopsis: While you’re tucked away studying for your Master’s exams, Suguru and your five-year-old son spend the evening in the kitchen, determined to surprise you with a warm, homemade dinner and even warmer love.
Author's note: This fic is pure fluff ; a soft little piece that helped me breathe through my writer’s block 💛 I’m so thankful to the two TikTok creators who inspired it; their sweet domestic content reminded me why I love writing.
“Alright, Hikari,” Suguru says softly, crouching so he’s eye-level with the little boy standing in front of the open pantry. “What would you like to make for Mama tonight?”
His son taps a finger to his chin, mimicking Suguru’s own thinking face. Then his expression lights up, bright as sunlight.
“Pasta,” he declares. “Mama loves pasta.”
Suguru smiles, warm and helpless. “Pasta it is. What kind?”
“...The swirly ones,” his son says, spinning his finger like a corkscrew.
He goes into the pantry and searches through the shelves, fingers trailing over boxes and jars. There’s no fusilli; but right there in front of him is a box of fettuccine. Close enough.
He grabs it and returns to the countertop, holding it up for Hikari with a small smile.
“Think Mama will like this one?”
Hikari nods eagerly, dark eyes bright. “She’s gonna love it.”
His son gives him a whimsical look, and Suguru tilts his head in question. Hikari points at him meaningfully, then twirls a finger in the air, motioning for him to tie back his backlength dark locs.
Suguru chuckles, fishing a hair tie from his pocket. In one practiced swoop, he gathers his hair into a loose bun.
“We don’t wanna get hair in Mama’s meal, ‘Tou-chan,” Hikari says solemnly.
“Yes, buddy.” Suguru smiles. “What’s the next thing we gotta do?”
Hikari bursts into a little dance, rubbing his fingers together like an old cartoon villain. “First, we gotta wash our hands!”
Suguru laughs, scooping him up onto a small chair and helping him wash his small hands at the kitchen sink.
Soon the kitchen fills with life. The small chair he dragged to the counter creaks under his weight as he perches there like a determined little bird, watching Suguru chop garlic and halve cherry tomatoes. Suguru slides the cutting board closer. “Want to sprinkle the salt for me?”
His son nods seriously, pinching too much and scattering it like confetti. Suguru just chuckles. He lets him toss the tomatoes in olive oil with his hands, the way he always wants to do, and together they slide the tray into the oven.
Butter melts in a pan, garlic hissing softly as it hits the heat. Cream follows, and parmesan, and the smell blooms, rich and cozy, warm enough to soften every sharp edge of the day.
His boy stirs with both hands on the wooden spoon while Suguru steadies the pot, murmuring, “Gentle, gentle,” when it splashes. Parmesan dusts the counter like snow. It’s messy, chaotic, and absolutely perfect.
Every few minutes, Hikari glances at the stairs, eyes wide with excitement, as though expecting you to appear and catch them in the act. His small legs kick against the chair rung while he stirs the cream sauce with both hands on the spoon, face set in fierce concentration.
“Mama’s gonna be so surprised,” he whispers, like it’s a magic spell. Then his eyes go round, thoughtful.
“Can we have some garlic bread too?”
Suguru pauses, warmth blooming in his chest until it almost aches.
“Yes, buddy.” He ruffles Hikari’s wild hair, which sticks up even worse under his hand. “You know your mama so well.”
Hikari beams like he’s just been entrusted with a royal mission.
Suguru lifts him onto the counter while he pulls out a loaf of bread. Together they mash softened butter with crushed garlic, parsley, and a snowfall of parmesan, Hikari’s little hands clumsy but determined as he pushes the spoon through it.
“Spread it all the way to the corners,” Suguru says gently, guiding his hands, “so it gets golden everywhere.”
Hikari nods seriously, tongue poking out, and smears a heroic amount of butter over the slices. There’s more on his cheek than the bread, but Suguru just smiles.
Once they slide the tray into the oven, the smell of garlic and herbs begins to wrap around the kitchen like a hug.
“Papa…” Hikari tugs on his sleeve, whispering like he’s asking for state secrets. “Can I try some? With the sauce?”
Suguru glances at the bubbling pan, then at Hikari’s hopeful eyes.
“Alright,” he says softly, breaking off the tiniest end piece from the bread cooling on the stove.
He dips it into the cream sauce, steam curling up between them, and blows on it until it’s safe. Hikari accepts it like a sacred offering, then closes his eyes as he chews, shoulders relaxing in bliss.
“Mmm.” He sighs, small and happy. “It’s so tasty. Mama’s gonna love it."
Suguru watches him, this bright, beautiful little soul born from their love, and thinks,
She deserves to see this. She deserves to know how loved she is.
He rests his hand on Hikari’s back, warm and steady.
“She will, buddy,” he murmurs. “She really will.”
The fettuccine is silky and steaming when he twirls it onto plates, topped with golden tomatoes and fresh basil. Just as he sets the table, he hears your footsteps creak on the stairs.
“Ready to surprise Mama?” he whispers.
His son nods, practically vibrating. “Ready.”
The smell hits you first: garlic, butter, roasted tomatoes, and for a moment, you wonder if you’ve fallen asleep on your notes and started dreaming.
But when you reach the bottom of the stairs, it’s real.
The kitchen looks like a battlefield, cream on the counters, parmesan scattered, spoons in the sink, but in the middle of it stand your two favorite people. Suguru’s tall frame folded slightly toward your son, one large hand resting on his small shoulder, both of them beaming at you like they’ve hung the stars.
“Hi, Mama!!” your son yells, grinning so wide his eyes scrunch.
Suguru’s gaze meets yours, slow and soft. “Dinner’s ready,” he says, voice warm enough to melt you where you stand.
Your heart aches. After hours of dense chapters and endless flashcards, you hadn’t expected anything except maybe cold coffee and maybe a bagel, and here they are, flushed with effort, faces glowing, a table set just for you.
The first bite makes your eyes flutter shut: creamy fettuccine, sweet bursts of roasted tomato, and buttery garlic bread on the side. Your son kicks his legs under the table, watching you with barely contained excitement, while Suguru keeps stealing glances at you like he’s trying to memorize your smile.
You pick up a slice of garlic bread and take a big bite. Your eyes close again as the rich garlic flavor washes through you.
“Mmmm…”
You dip the edge into the pasta sauce, and the burst of flavor makes you let out a soft, involuntary moan.
“It’s delicious.”
“We made it just for you,” Hikari says in a sing-song tone, beaming.
You ruffle his hair, then lift your gaze to your husband, giving him a long, intense stare, your heart pounding like it might burst from the sheer overload of love.
Later, your son falls asleep on the couch mid–cartoon credits, small chest rising and falling under a blanket.
You and Suguru stand close at the sink, washing dishes in a quiet lamplight, shoulders brushing with every move. He dries the plate you pass him, then reaches out to tuck a damp strand of hair behind your ear.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your temple that smells faintly of garlic and soap. “Always, love,” he murmurs.
And you realize this, his hand brushing yours, your boy safe and full in the next room, the warmth of love wrapped around you like steam, is what home was always meant to feel like.
IT WAS LIKE DILF SATORU GOJO WITH SUGURU’S DAUGHTER AS READER. SHE WAS LIKE A REALLY GOOD PIANIST AND WAS STAYING W GOJO IN THE CITY AT HIS HOUSE SO SHE COULD GO TO COLLEGE!
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Hi Lexi!! How’re you?? 🥹💕
Could I possible request… some fluffy dad Suguru content? 🥹🥹 I just… think he’s such a sweet dad ❤️ And so caring and adoring 🫶
Nonnie, I'm SO late answering this!! I'm doing well! I hope you are too!! I hope you enjoy this because fluffy dad Suguru also makes me meltttt. He is just such a perfect dad fr I hope you enjoy this and thank you for the request! ❤️
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The first time Suguru holds his daughter, he is bewildered. The shock of watching her enter the world through you has not yet worn off and his mind is in overdrive. While the doctors and nurses work to ensure you’re healthy and in good condition, he’s handed this tiny human to care for in the meantime. And he has no clue where to start.
He simply watches her at first, amazed at how quiet she is, how her tiny hands are curled into fists and tucked under her chin. How her tiny chest rises and falls with calm breaths. And he’s amazed at how quiet you are, too. The baby’s entrance into the world was an emotional one for you both, Suguru holding your hand tightly as you pushed yourself to the brink of exhaustion to bring life into this world. You’re lying in bed with your eyes closed as you catch your breath and Suguru can’t help but stare at both you and your daughter.
She looks like you, he thinks. As she dozes in his embrace, he sees the uncanny resemblance. She has your best features – your nose, your cute pout, she even has a tuft of hair sitting atop her head that Suguru is certain will one day match your color and texture. He begins to wonder if he was even in the room when she came to be. This baby is all you.
But, he supposes he’s lucky. He can’t be unhappy about that. You’re wondrous. Even as you lie exhausted and sweaty, Suguru finds you to be the most ethereal being he’s ever seen. Strong, too. He’s certain he doesn’t know a single person in the world that is stronger than you right now. He definitely doesn’t know anyone as generous as you. To gift him something so extraordinary. He’s not sure he could ever express his gratitude.
The first tiny hiccup Suguru hears from his child makes him stand straighter, eyes wide as he peers down at her. And then another hiccup happens, followed by rapid breaths, a little pouty mouth that opens to let out quiet sobs. He looks at you in panic, but you meet his fear with a gentle expression on your face. One that holds encouragement, because you know that he needs it. You know he’s never seen himself as a father, never been confident in being one.
You know that he’s scared.
But you give him the boost he needs, gently rocking his baby in his arms, cooing softly. It’s like instinct kicking in. “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” He bounces the newborn, slowly walking around the hospital room as he tries to calm the baby. The cries quiet down gradually, the tight expression on her little face softening. “I’m here. Daddy’s here.”
And his heart swells as the cries stop, as her face relaxes, as his words comfort his child enough that she opens her eyes for the first time since coming into the world. She peers up, and Suguru stands still, heart nearly stopping when he sees violet eyes exactly like his own staring back at him. It’s the only thing it seems he’d passed on to her.
You are perfect. So incredibly perfect. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, that he’s holding such magnificence in his arms.
“See?” You call quietly to him from your bed. The doctor and nurses have given you the green light, letting you know they will be back to check on you soon. So it’s just you, him and the tiny world you’ve created together in Suguru’s embrace. Your eyes light up from across the room, guiding Suguru to your bedside where you smile softly as he leans forward to hand you the baby. “You’re already such a good dad. Himari is so lucky to have you.”
- - Six Years Later
“Daddy, hurry up!”
“Hold on! I need to fix my hair! Almost done!”
“Ooh! I wanna help!”
A quiet chuckle can be heard from behind Suguru as he sits in front of the vanity in the bathroom. You’re brushing through his hair, which has grown exponentially over the years. As you stroke through the strands, Suguru hums softly, a small smile curling on his lips when he hears the tiny footsteps slapping against the hardwood floors.
“She’s coming,” you tease, a sing-song lilt in your voice. You set the brush down on the vanity, stepping aside carefully as Suguru stands. He takes your hand in his, pulling you close. Well, as close as he can. Your round belly keeps him from being able to fully hold you. You’re due to give birth to your son any day now, and while Suguru begged for you to rest while he got dressed for tonight, you’d insisted on taking part in the festivities.
“Absolutely not! I want you both to look your best so I can get pictures!” You’d argued earlier, stubborn as ever.
“Oh, so you don’t think I could get Himari ready on my own?” Suguru asked, feigning offense and you scoff.
“No. Move.” You pushed past him, earning a hearty laugh from your husband. He loved your little attitude. He loved it even more when you were pregnant. It was so cute watching you waddle into the bathroom, starting the shower and barking at Suguru to wash his hair so you could style it. While he finished his shower, you got Himari ready, only returning when she was busy playing with her toys while waiting.
“Were the curls necessary?” Suguru asks, glancing at his reflection. You stand on the tips of your toes, attempting to press a sweet kiss to his cheek, only for Suguru to quickly turn his head and steal a kiss from your lips instead. You can’t help but grin.
“Stop it. I think you look –”
A loud squeal cuts through the atmosphere and you both snap your heads towards the sounds where Himari stands in the doorway of the bathroom. “Oh my gosh!! Daddy, you look so cute!!!” Your daughter claps her tiny hands, bouncing up and down.
You watch with hardly concealed amusement as she closes the gap between you three and Suguru kneels to her level immediately, forgetting all about you. “Not as cute as you, Hima.” He winks, taking Himari’s hand in his and twirling her around to take in her powder pink princess dress. Suguru wears the same colored shirt, insisting he match his baby from head to toe.
It’s adorable, because as the years have passed, any similarities Himari once shared with you have slowly disappeared. She’s practically a carbon copy of your husband – his eye shape and color, his nose and lips. Even her personality is the same as his, which is clear in the way they’re now bickering back and forth.
“Please, Daddy, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseeeee–” your daughter whines, violet eyes wide as she juts her bottom lip out to pout.
“Please, what?” You question, glancing between the two. Suguru rolls his eyes, rising to his feet.
“She wants to put bows in my hair,” your husband mutters. You burst into a fit of giggles because you know exactly what’s going to happen next.
“What color, Hima?” Suguru asks her, moving past you to find the hair accessory drawer you keep on the bathroom shelves for your little girl.
Just what you knew would happen. What Himari wants, Himari gets. Especially when it comes to Suguru. He has said no to his daughter maybe three times in her entire six years of life. Your daughter folds her arms across her chest, closing her eyes and knitting her brows together in concentration (because this question is so very important) and God, she looks so much like her father it almost makes you emotional. Your hands find your belly, rubbing soothing circles over the soon to be new addition to the family as you observe your husband kneeling down again with the blue and purple bows that your daughter chose for him.
Himari tucks Suguru’s hair behind his ears, holding it in place by clipping a blue bow on one side and a purple bow on the other. Then Suguru does the same to hers – one blue and one purple bow to match his. He then lifts her, holding her tightly as Himari wraps her arms around his neck.
“Ready, Mommy!” They announce in unison.
- - - - - - - -
“Promise to take lots of pictures, Sugu,” you nag as your husband guides you slowly and carefully down the stairs. Himari waits impatiently at the bottom of the steps.
“Yeah, yeah. I will.”
“Suguru, I’m serious!”
He laughs, amused by the way you’re frowning. He won’t lie, everything you do while pregnant is adorable to him. He knows he shouldn’t go out of his way to annoy you, but you’re so cute and round with his baby, he can’t help it! “Yes, I know, love. I’ll take a lot of pictures.”
“Okay, good. Pictures of both of you, too. So I can frame them.”
“Yesssss, okay.”
Suguru helps you off down the last step, hands finding your belly and rubbing gentle circles. Your son kicks at his palms and he can’t help but feel his heart swell with pride. He can’t wait to hold his son the same way he held his daughter soon. Your sighing pulls Suguru from his daydreams, and he sees you staring up the staircase because he knows you likely won’t have the energy to try and get back up the stairs while he’s out. You’ll probably sleep on the sofa until he’s back and able to help you get up to bed safely. It’s become sort of a routine in these last few weeks.
Suguru leans down and places a kiss to the top of your head, a promise that he’ll take care of you when he gets home. He turns his attention to his eager daughter.
“Ready to go, Princess?”
She nods excitedly.
“Wait!” You exclaim. “Let me get a picture before you leave!”
“Babe, we’re going to be late…” Suguru groans, scooping Himari into his arms.
You roll your eyes, lifting your phone anyway. “Don’t care, smile!”
Himari beams, Suguru grins and again…twins. You snap a few photos, knowing it will only take Himari only a few seconds before her cute smile morphs into an expression that looks like she’s in pain.
“Okay!” Satisfied with your pictures, you hurry over to your husband, kissing your daughter’s cheek before Suguru gives you a quick peck on the lips. “I love you both so much. Have fun, okay?”
“Okay, Mommy!” Hima agrees, nodding with determination.
“We will, baby. I love you. Get off your feet and rest, please,” Suguru chides. “Call me if you need me. If you can’t reach me, call Satoru or Shoko, okay?”
“I will,” you reassure him, because beneath his calm request, you can hear the apprehension in his voice. These days, he’s hesitant to leave you alone for too long in case you go into labor while he’s gone. But this night is important to Himari, and with a little (a lot) of pushing, you’d finally convinced him to go.
You wave goodbye to your husband and daughter as they head out of the front door for the night. And maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but as you take a seat on the couch and pull up social media to share the photo of your husband and daughter, tears begin to fall.
Himari has grown so much, and you are proud of the young girl she’s becoming. You wouldn’t be able to do this without the man who has been there with you through it all. You are so lucky to have Suguru – as a husband, as the father of your children. You can hardly believe there was ever a time where he doubted that he would excel at being a dad. These pictures are evidence enough that he was always going to be the best dad he could be. He would do anything for you, your daughter, for you, your son, your family.
With one hand you rub your belly, you sniffle quietly as you speak, “I can’t wait to take pictures like this with you, my sweet Yori…”
You hit ‘Send’ on your post, the photo of Suguru and Himari with matching outfits, matching hairbows, and matching smiles uploading with the caption: “Look at my cuties! Baby’s first Daddy-Daughter dance! ❤️”
I've been obsessed with nanagego so I was just making up scenarios in my mind as always until I had this fic idea that I really want to bring to life
this is what I came up with:
- transmasc satoru and suguru
- established relationship/married stsg
- stsg want a baby and they ask nanami to be their sperm donor
- nanami is a gentleman so he wants to take care of suguru while he's pregnant
- they create such a strong bond that they ask nanami if he wants to be present in the baby's life
- he does, so now nanami moved in and suguru gave birth to twins and they're three dads trying to figure out this new life together
- and of course they'll eventually fall in love with nanami and nanami with them (but make it a little slow burn for funsies)
I don't know if I could handle writing it on my own, especially with how little I know about having a baby, but if anyone would want to help me out in this endeavor please reach out!
