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[bokubear]

A CHILD WALKS UP TO YOU W/ HQ BOYS

featuring ; ( timeskip! )atsumu & osamu miya, sakusa kiyoomi, suna rintarou

warnings ; baby fever on a high rise

notes ; such a sucker for this soft content

ATSUMU walked around the park with you, fingers intertwined with comfortably. today was his day off and he was not going to waste it. by absolutely no means necessary—“WAHHH ! !“ the ear rapturing cries rang from a small child, now clinging to your leg like a vice. “hey there little one, what’s wrong ?” you ushered softly, stroking his head gently. this immensely stalled his internal annoyance, just how kind you were. especially with this frightened child. his heart melting into a puddle of love. “m-m-my mommyy..” the boy sniffled, rubbing furiously at his nose. “you lost your mommy ? okay okay, let’s not cry, she’ll be here somewhere.” you eased, holding the child’s hand as you beckoned atsumu forward to follow. soon enough, you discovered the mother appearing just as distressed, once returning the child to his mother, the setter scooped you in his arms. squeezing your figure warmly. “i’m so in loveee….” he swooned, burying his face in your neck with muffled kisses littering on every expanse of skin. “tsumie what’re you doing ?” you giggled, squirming in his hold. “let’s have some kids in the future okay ? i don’t think i can wait much longer anyways.” he hummed, earning a small gasp by you, laughter not far behind.

OSAMU leaned on the countertop, conversing easily with you and his flirty comments flying in each direction ( as per usual ). this was his favorite time of day, where he could just immerse himself in chatter with you. aimless at that. easy conversation that didn’t require much effort, finalizing with you pulled in his embrace with his lips on yours. there was nothing more he wanted than that. well, maybe there was. maybe when a peculiar little one raced through the doors, a bewildered woman trailing after hopelessly. “see mommy ! it’s osamu mira ! the volleyball player !” the child shrieked with glee, bursting into the air then to climb beside the miya happily. “oh my gods i’m so sorry to interrupt your time, my daughter is just a huge fan.” the butchered name the girl gave him causing him to chuckle heartily. scooping the curious magnet in his arms, she marveled at him with stars sparkling in her eyes. you couldn’t help but grin, your husband is so charming. always has been, always will be. “my fan huh ? i might just have to write you an autograph.” he winked foolishly. the little one kicking her feet with eagerness, pulling a small plushie of himself from her purse. “please sign him.” she asked politely, holding the plushie out. osamu was having the time of his life. “of course, so nice of you to come in to see me.” as he handed back the signed plushie, the mother collected her daughter and apologizing profusely. “don’t worry about it ! come back again sweetheart.”

SAKUSA never hated kids, he just didn’t feel the urge to be around them. ever. well, possibly a little bit. but a midget amount. until a weepy little girl with pink bows in her hand ran up to him, crying her absolute eyes out. “i can’t find my mommmmyyy..” she whined, plopping down on her butt sadly. i mean he couldn’t just abandon her here, it’s dangerous by herself. yet the idea of holding her germ filled hands sent shivers down his hand. however, in that moment he sucked it up. thinking of what you’d do. if he wanted to see you round with child at some point, he’d have to adjust. squatting fown with furrowed brows, he spoke. “alright, can you remember where you were last ? what did you see ?” he tried to make it easy but the crying seemed endless. this was big. thee sakusa kiyoomi holding a baby ? crazy. he didn’t even expect himself to. but still he lightly patted the mini’s back. “you don’t need to cry.” he carefully edged the child to make eye contact with him. eyes filled with trust. “we’ll find her, i promise.” he lifted his pinkie childishly, the little girl linking hers while echoing ‘promise.’ it was quite a sight for you to encounter, heart swelling with adoration for the reserved consideration of your husband. he did find the girls parents, who seemed just as flustered. he excused himself to you seconds after sending farewell, relaxing around you. “you’re so sweet kiyoomi.” — “well i’ll have to get used to it when we have little ones around the house.” you blushed involuntarily at his words, covering your face. “omi..”

SUNA appeared too sly to deal with children. far too mischievous even for you( occasionally ). today you had both volunteered at the child center, something you’ve been wanting to do for a bit. rintarou being dragged along with you. and trust me, the toddlers were madly in love with suna, enamored by his quiet yet snide personality. even if he were to earnestly degrade them, they’d only laugh hysterically as if he had said the most hilarious thing ever. he found this very entertaining, especially with you pretty eyes trained on him. trying to gear you to understand the signs he was expressing. at some point he was aghast at how oblivious you were, simply taking his actions with a grain of salt. he was practically spelling out how badly he wanted this with you. to have a baby, together. despite his lack of passion outside of it. but right now he was putting his all into telling you. somehow. finally he’d had enough, arriving home to snuggle against you with a loud huff of frustration. “why can’t you see ?” he pondered aloud, voice rumbling beside your ears, goosebumps littering your skin. “what is it rinnie ?” you leaned against his chest, eyes shifting closed comfortably—he was warm. “can we have this ?” you immediately understood, his hands coming to massage your tummy and hips needily. he couldn’t be more ready. butterfly kisses peppering along your collarbones. “you want ?” you whispered. “i want.”

-maak

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[bokubear]

♥︎ -> facetiming w/ hq boys

feat. ~ ( timeskip!)suna rintarou, ushijima wakatoshi, atsumu miya, bokuto kotarou

warnings ~ atsumu being suggestive :(

notes ~ when i cry i think of bokuto’s beefy arms .. it makes me cry harder

>> suna facetimes with you often if anything. he doesn’t even have to be doing something, maybe even grocery shopping when he stops to stoop at a bags ingredients following up with a “that’s not very vegan.” and walks away with a snicker of pride( he’s a dork ). but, despite his random calls, there is times when the dork athlete becomes sentimental—whether that’s when he’s forced to be away from you for a bit for games or just late nights when he’s stuck at practice or out with friends and he’s in his feels. he does this thing where he sets up his phone on a stand, ranging from an actual stand to a waterbottle, salt-shaker, etc. and he just talks to you. wearing that nonchalant expression even though his heart longs to hold you in his arms, aching for your presence, your skin next to his. he finishes his calls with “don’t get too lonely okay baby ?” like the absolute love-struck fool he is, especially for you. always for you.

>> ushijima hardly facetimes, but when he does you usually don’t see his face. simple mutters as he goes about his day. more often than not he facetimes you when he’s picking out produce, probably asking you which apple looks better or if purple grapes or green grapes or more to your liking. cute doting gestures that leave you feeling warm and fuzzy from just him. maybe it’s because of how intimidating he seems, or how whipped he is for you that makes you feel that way. “i’ll get extra strawberries for you, i know you like those.” he whispers into his airpods(the ones you got him for christmas that he treats like glass), and you can hear the smile in his voice. when he checks out, the elderly cashier catches his “babe” and the strawberries as well and assumes he’s talking to a partner. “well aren’t you a thoughtful gentleman, getting extra for your wife.” his breath catches in his throat. “girlfriend actually, but.. one day.” he spoke about the matter with a fond expression, in love. meanwhile, you melted on the other line at the coo’s that followed, overhearing the adorable conversation.

>> atsumu is the type of person that facetimes you in the worst situations. for gods sake, he could be using the toilet and facetime you just to talk as if nothing is the matter. it’s generally way too comfortable, but it’s atsumu, what do you expect ? one time you were sitting in the living room, brainstorming what to do about dinner .. mexican good ? maybe italian ? when a notification popped up on your screen. it was a text. from none other than the miya, reading ‘whatcha thinkin’ about darling?’ and upon glancing up, you were met with a sly, knowing smile. but he didn’t reply, waiting for your text back. ‘dinner plans’ you texted, brows furrowing at the phone. ‘i have an idea, look up.’ he typed, holding up his phone with a picture of you. “what ? tsumie what’re you doing ?” you sighed, he was genuinely hopeless. “you can be my dinner.” the blonde smirked at your red face shifting towards you. “how about it ?”

>> bokuto makes it a routine to facetime you when he practices, more often than not wasting time while showing off his ‘skills’ with a disappointed sakusa supervising. “look baby ! i’m the ace even on this team ! are you proud of me ?” he bounces up to you, grabbing the phone to reveal a strange angle yet his smile remained insistent. “ of course bo, you’re the best ace.” you dramatically swooned at him, earning an equally if not more dramatic response. his face suddenly disappearing from the cameras view. “kou baby ? where’d you go ?” you ponder, face contorting with concern. “mmmm.” the sound apparently coming from below your line of sight. hinata picking up the phone in the aces stead. “sorry, bokuto is kinda drowning with embarrassment. his face is the color of tendou’s hair.” chuckles erupted around the gym, assuming to be the others. “nooooo~~don’t tell her that.” hinata flipped the camera to where it showed a very melty bokuto sprawled on the floor. “okay okay ill spare you, anything you want to add ?” hinata ushered to you. “kou, before i leave i wanna let you know i’m very proud of you.” — “gah ! not fair !”

-maak

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[bokubear]

“can we get a dog ?” with hq boys

featuring ~ atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + suna rintarou + akaashi keiji

warnings ~ rin being annoying, suggestive themes

notes ~ haven’t written in a bit, this is a nice start-up

ATSUMU >> “a dog ? well we can’t have an ankle-biter, so how ‘bout a retriever ? or one of those big ones like- a great dane ?” you remained mildly surprised that he wasn’t opposing, y’know, since his volleyball career and such. oh wait, there’s no way he could be agreeing so easily without a catch. “why a big dog tsumie ?” he pulled his head back in the love-seat, sultry smirk coating his lips. “so when i’m out at a game or a practice my baby will be protected. ‘can’t trust a chihuahua to keep my princess safe.” he huffed, crossing those veiny arms comfortably. “we cannot possibly fit a dane in here atsumu ! and for goodness sakes it’s not even fair !” the setter only chortled in reply, apparently pleased with himself. “is this your way of saying no ?” you crossed your arms defiantly, mimicking the boy seconds earlier. “nah, just sayin’ what needs to be said.” he inched closer to you, leaning forwards to meet your gaze. “but seriously, can’t have anything happenin’ to my little lady now can i ?”

SAKUSA >> “.. out of all the things you could want. a car, a new bag, maybe even shoes. but a dog ?” he knitted his brows, glaring at your smug self looking all pretty in the passenger seat. “yes kiyoomi, a puppy. we’d get one that doesn’t shed, and their a really really good companion.” you pleaded, trying your hardest to form some doe eyes. he sighed heavily, placing his head on the wheel hopelessly. “i’ll think about it, but this dog .. if we get it, is going to be the most well trained dog to exist.” he furrowed, his peculiar moles shifting with his troubled facial expressions. “thank you omi—“ you hushed, giggling at that cold stare as you peppered his face with an endless flurry of kisses. “but.” he interjected, grasping your jaw lightly despite his grip seeming stern. “at least kiss me properly as a form of repayment, but that’s not all, i expect a bit more.” his eyes traveling down ever so slightly, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the bold retort. oh, repayment was an interesting way of getting his thoughts through to you.

SUNA >> “why not a baby ?” he glanced up from his phone at the restaurants venue, expression unwavering when you proceed to choke on your food. “rinnie, c’mon.” you ushered quickly, patting your chest hurriedly. well, it was a futile attempt to calm down your racing heart. the things he did to you. if only he knew. however, it appeared he wasn’t joking this time. that poker face continuing to make you palpitate. biting your lip as you fiddled with the hem of your top. “think of a dog-a puppy as a start, then we can think of a baby. but with you playing for the paper mills.. it’s a lot to work with rinnie.” suna swirled the liquid in his glass, that sly grin parting ways once almond orbs met yours competitively. “why a start ? this baby can be our start and to be honest—i don’t know if i can wait in the long run sweetheart.” rising to his feet, he called to the waiter, handing his card easily with a business-oriented smile before slipping his cold fingers between yours. “let’s make tonight our start, shall we ?”

AKAASHI >> “mm .. that’d be cute. we could dress them in sweaters in the winter and celebrate their birthday.” he hummed, hands kneading the shampoo into your hair. today was a showering-together day. a day akaashi liked to recall as a best-of-all day. a day where he could get to experience the euphoric sensations of a warm shower with you, and save on the water bill at the same time. “really ? i thought you’d object the idea.” you chuckled, his hands leaving a satisfied sound rolling off your tongue. he pondered on the thought as you both bathed, transitioning to scrubbing your back ( while leaving kisses on your shoulders to simper at the goosebumps tracking afterwards ) instead. “what would you name them ?” you inquired, turning your head to watch him thoughtfully. “olive.” he replied nonchalantly, confused at your beaming face. “that is the most akaashi-thing i’ve ever heard you say.” — “olive ?” — “there it is again !”

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys when you’re “distracting”

feat. (timeskip!)sakusa kiyoomi, oikawa torū, iwaizumi hajime, atsumu miya

warnings ; hot men, suggestive behavior

notes ; this mental image had me reeling .. bear with me

☇sakusa found himself unconsciously glancing at your lips, tracing his jawline as the cafe you frequently enjoyed together bustled in its usual rush. “and seriously .. i can’t believe he gave me that much paperwork ! it was so stupid !” you groaned, taking a sip of your coffee with a long awaited sigh. ah, worse. the residue of foam sitting so tempting on your bottom lip. he couldn’t get enough today huh. “kiyoomi ?” you scanned his focused stare, curious to know what was going on in that head of his. “you’re .. clumsy.” reaching forward to brush his thumb against your lip in a doting notion. “be mindful next time, i might not be able to hold back my urges.” he clicked his tongue, a tut of disapproval escaping those soft pink lips, folding his arms like a troubled mother. the catch, he was a bright red.

☇oikawa couldn’t help it, perfectly ridiculed hands practically meant to grasp your hips. almost possessive, leaving you to give him a hard stare, especially in public when the daring setter found a way to poke some fun. and it seemed you’d set yourself up for failure the moment you step from the house in that tight top. he was addicted, a better word—needy as well. “mi amor, you look irresistible right now y’know.” yet no matter how much you acted irritated, you fell prey to just how right it felt. knowing your body was not lying to you. pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek, he gave a teasing squeeze, earning a rewarding squeal of surprise. “i take that back, you’re always irresistible.” you could hear the smirk, he the exact buttons to push. needy fit better.

☇iwaizumi. that’s it. the entire headcanon is just him. but can we talk about his hands and your thighs ? they just .. mmm good match. tinder could not with this man’s hands. the way they mold into your flesh sends goosebumps crawling along your skin, not to mention the gravelly chuckle that follows soon after. “quit haji, we’re on the subway.” it was enough that he’d convinced you to sit in his lap from the minimal space, but the way he was acting was so petty. “don’t worry babe, i’ve gotcha.” he purred, right behind your ear; more goosebumps. “i told you quit.” the words coming out whiny, what are you going to do with him. he’s a child. in the meantime, he finally adjusted you to lean back more, aiding to the comfort. “alright alright i’ll stop, but you can’t expect me to not want to hold you like this with those shorts on.” he rolled his eyes, caressing your skin with a hearty laugh.

☇atsumu finds your face to be his weakness. by weakness i mean when he sees you at his games he falls over himself, frantically trying to impress you while he makes an utter fool of yourself. that bright smile, my god. kills him right then and there. rip #2 miya twin ( sorry tsum ). the alders vs. jackals game still haunts him to this day, mainly because you literally watched him trip on the middle of the court from just seeing you in the stands. nonetheless when he knows you’re there. every ace, every point he’s looking up at your frame in the hundreds of thousands of people, only you. when they win ? you’re the first person he goes racing up to, scooping you into his arms with a massive grin. “you’re the reason we won ! my good luck charm !” he marvels, so happy.

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys and the unnecessarily hot things they do

feat. ushijima wakatoshi + sakusa kiyoomi + atsumu miya + osamu miya + suna rintarou + mattsun issei

warnings ; one curse words .. ?

notes ; came to mind ..

:USHIJIMA has this extremely sexy voice, so when he sneaks up behind you to usher something quietly, the gravelly tone gives you shivers. of course it’s unintentional, and he has no idea that he does it, but maybe it’s the way that those calloused hands hold your waist with a comfortable grip that keep you wondering if he really does do it innocently ?

:SAKUSA’S messy, and cute morning hair. he has strings of black curls darting in every direction, usually half covering his eyes. oh and when he wakes up, he never forgets to wrap big arms around your back for a deep “good morning baby.” while he just sits there, taking in your scent, your skin, everything. it is so attractive it’s stupid .. stupidly attractive.

:ATSUMU manages to always find a way as far as irritating you. when you’re talking go someone ( even if it’s you boss, co-worker, etc. ) he will find a way. leaning in to your neck to pepper a few kisses only to slowly drift from your skin, giving whoever you’re talking to a look of pure possessiveness, as if saying “hah, she’s all mine.” he’s a child at heart, but doesn’t mind showing the world exactly who he loves. no matter who may be watching.

:OSAMU flexes his muscles. all the time. it’s sickening honestly. just how absolutely swole this man is. when he lifts a big container or sack of rice, the way his pectorals flush and his veiny hands is just .. hot. not on purpose no, and for goodness sakes he probably doesn’t know he does it. the strain of his t-shirt … hot. don’t even get me started on when he picks you up with those, it’s like the gates of heavens have just burst open.

:SUNA, over the years has inexplicably charted sweatpants as his own clothing option in a whole. not even that, you wouldn’t be surprised if he knew the creator personally. now that isn’t all bad, the worst part being when he becomes daring and leaves the bathroom with no shirt on. as much as you may think he’s lost his muscular build, you’re wrong. if anyone has kept their godly body, it suna. and he is so smug when you get flustered, chiefly from him.

:MATTSUN adores when you get mad at him, he thinks it’s badass and takes it as a sultry gesture. loving when you stomp towards him with an infuriated look ( probably because he ate your food “accidentally” ) to get close to him for mattsun to grab your wrists, leering over you with a “tut tut angel, y’know if you keep actin’ up somethin’ bad might happen.” he coos and your heavy sigh. hopeless, completely hopeless.

-maak

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[bokubear]

pairing ; college student/volleyball player!bokuto koutaro x college student!reader

genre ; SMAU, social media alternate universe/in real life au, best-friends to lovers ( eventual ), ANGST, fluff

warnings ; breaking into a home, fear, trauma, alcohol usage, language

sypnosis ; a new transfer student arrived at school, everyone positively enamored by her every move. she seems like a sweetheart you’ll admit, but when bokuto kotaro—your best friend for many many years asks you for help to win her heart you oblige—wanting nothing more than bokuto to be happy. but do you really want him to be happy with her when he’s been your crush practically your entire life ?

notes ; this is actually my second series and my first smau ( i’m terrified ). regarding my old series it is on an indefinite hiatus, i simply lost my motivation to upload more chapters so for now it will remain un-updated.

with that in mind, a massive thank you to @oddeonu once again for being an awesome inspiration to fuel me even more so into this mess of a series. hope you enjoy ! happy reading :)

profiles -> Y/N’S CREW

001. rich girl hunger

002. #y/n+bokuto squad

003. kissing 101.

004. “<3”

005. rumors

006. couples night

007. your favorite people

008. stay here

009. letting go

010. ghosting

011. the period phase

012. hallway drama-rama

013. do you still love him?

014. shut up and kiss me

015. you’re finally mine -> ( finale )

maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys on their kids first day of school

feat. ( timeskip! )atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + ushijima wakatoshi + akaashi keiji

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.

-maak

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[bokubear]

hq boys holding their baby for the first time

featuring ; bokuto koutarou + akaashi keiji + atsumu miya + sakusa kiyoomi + kuroō tetsuro

warnings ; cute hq dads :’)

notes ; akaashi with his baby girl i’m crying—

+BOKUTO is gritting his teeth, horrified and also immediately relived upon hearing that you’d had the baby. although that didn’t guarantee the baby’s health and well-being, the part he was scared about. “congratulations, you’re now the parents of a healthy baby boy.” the nurse handed the little one to bokuto first, letting him simmer in that fatherly feeling. he felt too happy to cry at the moment, cooing at how incredible this was and the way the little boy reached his hands up, stilled at the sight of his father. “i promise you i will always be here for you. always.” he whispered, eyes gentle. his son. wild. he honestly could get enough, sugaring you with compliments and kisses of absolute adoration.

+AKAASHI was as nervous as can be, hands shaking while he wearily took a peek from the beds side-barriers. hand now aching from your iron grip. he didn’t mind. “look keiji, she has your hair.” you chuckled weakly, lifting the baby up to his unstable arms. “y/n-baby-i don’t want to drop her-“ his babbling cut short by the little girl wrapping her finger around his, eyes round with curiosity. if akaashi could be more in love right now he might just explode. “hi darling, you’re beautiful.” his lips pulled into a different type of smile, face breaking into a mess of tears. the nurses found this very cute. “it’s alright keiji, cry as much as you need. it’s our baby girl after all.” you laughed, the nurses followed suit. 

+ATSUMU stood bleary eyed beside you, just watching. he was so excited before, but now he didn’t know how to feel. however he knew that he felt .. warm. a fuzzy sensation erupting in his chest. “how do you do it.” he shook his head, marveling at the two little ones sitting in front of him, two little girls, twins. “magic.” you chortled, amused at his frown. “can i hold them ?” asking meekly, he took the two in each arm, marveling once again. “she had your hair, and she has mine.” he nodded his head to each baby wrapped in pink and purple, to set a difference. “the better have my eyes though.” he batted his lashes, full of himself. the nurses found him quite the charmer. “hopefully not your personality.” — “hey, what’s that supposed to mean-“

+SAKUSA rubbed your white knuckles, his chest heaving with breaths. upset that you experienced so much pain, but so proud of you to be strong throughout. birth was .. a lot for the opposite. much worse than even germs to him. “baby, baby look at me.” you slowly moved your head, breathing slowly. “yes… kiyoomi ?” he melted with relief. you looked exhausted. “you did amazing, you know that ? i am so proud of you.” he pressed a few kisses to your cheek, alerted by the nurses arrival. “hello, apologies for interrupting you, but we would like to inform you that your baby girl has been safely and healthily delivered.” they handed the cutie to kiyoomi first, singing happy birthday with smiling faces. she was like glass, so delicate, so precious. “hello there sweetie, i love you.” he blinked back his tears, grinning. so very happy.

+KUROŌ, coming from a person lacking a father figure felt almost destroyed. but it fueled him to assure his world, the baby boy in his arms would never suffer the same fate. he couldn’t even express his feelings in words, lips trembling with overflowing emotion. now he had two beings that were his world. you, and the bundle of joy wrapped in a blue blanket in his arms. he was overjoyed. “good lord, you’re so cute.” he carefully moved a small piece of messy black hair to the side, allowing a full view of the little one. “getting the fatherhood feeling ?” you mused from beside him, appearing a bit playful despite the past. “of course i am kitten, now i’ve got two kittens.” you rolled your eyes. “sure sure. but if you dress him up as a cat for halloween i will divorce you.” he stiffened. “me ? never.” nervous laughter ensued.

-maak

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