Dad's such a weirdo!
Hi lovelies!
This is an entry for @nuclevi event "Daddy's day Out" which celebrates Dad's day with a selection of stories our best boys facing fatherhood.
Useless to say who's the one i picked cause im obsessed!
Fandom: Kuroko no basket/ Kuroko's basketball
Rating: SFW
Words count: 1,7K
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"Are you and daddy getting a divorce?"
the question comes to your ears suddenly, as your daughter helps you fold the bedsheets you had spread out in the sun, that early summer morning.
"No honey" you reassure her immediately "Sometimes he makes me angry and other times I make him angry, but then we talk about it and it all works out" you explain quietly, trying to figure out if there had been something that had triggered that insecurity.
"Lately daddy got so weird, I thought it was because you were mad at him for things!" she tells you, widening her blue eyes, not embarrassed at all for asking a private question, but surely relieved by your reaction. You pat her head and know she's not entirely done with the conversation, so you ask her if she's in the mood for a snack knowing full well that, just like her beloved dad, the family's little one is easily bribed with good food.
Looking at her closely, Mirai was no longer so little, but day after day was growing up into a teenager.
Some weeks ago, you had mentioned it to your husband, but he seemed reluctant to accept his sugarplum's forthcoming entry into the wonderful world of puberty.
You clearly remember his reaction, too: he was astonished at the sudden awareness of that fact, to which he could not have objected. He began to feel a strange pressure , he was so utterly worried in so little time that he had forbidden his daughter to study with his childhood friend Shinji, as soon as he noticed that their relationship was beginning to be tinged with the shades of first love.
"But dad, he's good at Physics and I'm good at Math, we're a kick-ass team! We have to beat those section-B suckers at the finals! " she challenged him vigorously at the breakfast table each morning, playing on the innate competitive spirit of her father, who for the first time in his life, had been indifferent to her demands.
She had huffed, sulked, threatened perpetual silence, but for the first time since she was born, she had received a fat 'no' as an answer from her worshipped father, who now, for no apparent reason, has turned into a ruthless tyrant .
"Dad's such a weirdo, you should get a divorce, for real!" you hear her grumble, as she brings a large strawberry to her mouth and then furiously texts on her mobile phone.
You laugh, because at that moment you feel like you see your husband Daiki, when he tries to get his way, after he's been taken back by you.
"Come on, honey. I'm not divorcing your dad because he won't let you see Shinji!" you taunt her, earning a long frown and a shrug.
"This sucks, all my friends get to study in the library, I'm the only loser who has a curfew! A daytime curfew mom! The lamest thing ever!" the little girl tries to explain, as she turns the display on her phone to show you a picture of her little group of friends, with the ever-present Shinji Midorima sitting at one end of the long table.
"Mom… please, I will be mocked my whole life ‘cause of your husband!" she whines.
"Mirai, the both of you need to cut it out. Enough is enough. I'll talk to dad, but stop sulking!" you propose, cracking a smile from her.
If you had been asked who between your daughter and her father was more stubborn, you would not have been able to answer. A dinner of half words had led to an equally tense after-dinner, during which the little girl had locked herself in her room, pretending to forget her weekly appointment made of movies and popcorn with the man.
"She hates me"
Sitting on the wide bed in your master bedroom, a melodramatic Daiki greets you as soon as you get out of the shower, still wrapped in your white bathrobe.
"That's not true, she just wants some daddy attention" you smile at him, letting him join you in front of the walk-in wardrobe. You feel his large hands close on your belly, as he sinks his face into the nape of your neck to leave many small kisses on your damp skin. He’s so warm and comfy against your back, so delightfully provocative.
"You are tickling me" you say softly, turning to him, bringing your hand to his handsome face to lead him to you, and kiss him on the lips , aware that it certainly won't be just a kiss that will be returned.
"It's not fair, babe!" he sighs when you are forced to point out that his hand on your thigh, as much as it is always a good idea, would make you late for work.
"I know my love, I know " you smile playfully at him, as your fingers draw imaginary lines on his bare shoulders "My on-call shift ensures I can be home tomorrow morning, when you happen to be resting too.... Just a few hours and then I'll be all yours" you conclude, giving him a little kiss between the strong pecs.
"What was that?" he feigns outrage, cradling you in his arms some more.
"It's to remind you that you need to talk to your princess, and quickly. I can't bear to see both of you in this mood any longer” you tell him, closing your eyes, now that your head rests on his chest.
"Alright, alright" you hear him sigh, as he pulls away from you with one last kiss.
You smile at the thought of that almost seven-foot giant being intimidated by a tiny wren like Mirai. Your beautiful husband, so firm and swaggering in appearance but so tender and careful. Aomine, the ace of the miracle generation, who worries that his little girl might be heartbroken, might be laughed at by her schoolmates or, even worse, might meet a pervert with no feelings. He, so dedicated to his mission that pictures the patient and well-mannered son of Shintaro Midorima, the little boy who has grown up as well under his nose, like a bloodthirsty dragon.
You follow his slowly moving figure and, once again, you are enraptured by his strong back, broad shoulders and long, muscular legs. You smile back at him, catching the attention of those intense eyes that you can't wait to be eaten up by.
"Daiki?" you call him just before he leaves the room.
"Have you changed your mind already, babe?" he asks, sensing your state and smirking.
"Put a shirt on" you tell him, making him laugh.
You know that you shouldn't, but you also know that you can't resist the temptation of seeing those two stubborn people confront each other, so you hurriedly get dressed and just as quickly reach the threshold of your daughter's room, who has just let her father in, greeted with an exasperated look and a long sigh.
Mirai throws herself on the bed, face to the wall and arms folded, in the best tradition of her tantrums, heedless of Daiki's presence sitting beside her.
"Sweetheart, come on, look at me" he's telling her smoothly, rubbing her back gently, until the little girl decides to roll towards him, who can finally see her in the eyes.
"So what?" she asks impishly, gripping her mobile phone to let the poor parent know she has no time to waste.
If you didn't know the trouble your husband is going through, that whole charade would look comical to you.
"I know you're mad at me" he tells her, moving the phone behind the pillow "Listen, you're growing up and I don't know how to handle things. You see, I freak out. A bit. A lot. I'm sorry" he lets out a big sigh.
"You surely do, dad!" underlines the thin voice of your daughter, far from willing to bury the hatchet.
"But I love you" he tells her, putting a hand on her head and caressing her hair.
"I love you too dad, but ...Everyone at school thinks I'm weird because of Math club, and you don't help giving me those dumb rules!" she whines, lowering her gaze.
"I get it. What do you wanna do, then ?" he asks her, letting the little girl sit next to him so he can look her straight in the face.
"I want to stay and study in the library with Shinji and the others!" she claims.
"That's it?" your husband's voice immediately picks her up, and you tend your ear because you certainly won’t miss the crucial moment of their conversation.
"I...I'd also like you to give Shinji permission to come home, just once in a while. Mum said she won't, if you don't agree too” she tells him all in one breath.
You can actually see her, your sweet, little, adorable daughter, rolling her big puppy eyes for her father to give in.
"Fine, but only if one of us parents is home, understood?" you smile when you hear your husband's voice surrender, sealing the final peace between the two.
You go back to your room to retrieve your keys and bag and when you call them to say goodbye, you find again the smiling and happy partners in crime, ready for their special evening.
"Are you ok?" you ask the little girl, firmly in your husband's arms.
"Yes mum, we made up. Daddy told me that now that I'm all grown up I can be mistaken for his girlfriend, how cool is that?" she announces to you at the height of her elation, which you hold back from dismantling.
"Good for you, my love!" you smile at your little girl, rubbing her tummy " Don't be late,don't set the house on fire while I'm gone!" you grin, as your husband stoops down, allowing your daughter to kiss you, and then he does the same, of course in his own sultry way.
"Ew, so gross dad!" you hear the girl’s comment next to your ear, before her father puts her down to claim more reward for that heroic effort of his.
Too bad you've still a doubt left.
"Your girlfriend huh?" you ask him in a wry tone.
"Yeah. Damn Shinji needs to learn who's in charge!"
