𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀 - 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀
⤷ synopsisˎˊ˗ just a couple cute moments with him and the baby you two created <3
⤷ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴.ᐟ ˎˊ˗ ego jinpachi ৴ michael kaiser ৴ sae itoshi ৴ isagi yoichi ৴ rin itoshi ৴ bachira meguru ৴ nagi seishiro ৴ shidou ryusei ৴ chigiri hyoma ৴ don lorenzo ৴ kunigami rensuke ৴ aoshi tokimitsu ৴ mikage reo ৴ bunny iglesias
sometimes when you’re tired, ego doesn’t just take your son from you — he stays with him.
your ten month old is resting against ego’s chest in the monitoring room, warm and sleepy, little breaths puffing softly against his shirt.
the screens glow in front of them, players running, data flashing, but ego’s attention keeps drifting downward.
your son makes a tiny sound, shifting, fingers curling into ego’s shirt like he’s afraid to fall.
ego freezes for a second, then slowly adjusts his hold, one large hand supporting his back, the other gently holding his tiny hand.
“…easy,” ego murmurs, voice low and quiet, nothing like the sharp tone he uses with the players.
your son looks up at him, big eyes blinking, studying his face like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. ego meets his gaze, expression unreadable… then his brow softens just a bit.
“…what are you staring at?” he mutters.
the baby responds by smiling. a wide, gummy smile, drool at the corner of his mouth.
ego exhales through his nose, almost amused. “…you’re bold,” he says quietly. “…smiling at me like that.”
your son lifts one hand and clumsily pats ego’s chest, then grabs at his collar. ego lets it happen, doesn’t pull away. instead, he gently taps his forehead to the baby’s, careful, slow.
“…you don’t even know what blue lock is,” ego says softly. “…good. stay like that for now.”
your son babbles, nonsense sounds, happy and warm. ego hums under his breath — barely noticeable, something absent-minded — while his thumb traces slow lines along the baby’s back.
for a moment, the monitoring room feels quieter. softer.
your son yawns again, eyes drooping, forehead resting under ego’s chin. ego adjusts the chair slightly, making sure he’s comfortable, shielding him from the bright screens with his body.
“…sleep,” he whispers. “…i’ve got you.”
and when your baby finally falls asleep, cheek pressed to his chest, ego doesn’t move.
he keeps one hand firmly there, protective, steady, like nothing in the world matters more than this small, warm weight in his arms.
the room is quiet except for the soft hum of the lights.
michael sits on the couch with your baby resting on his chest, one arm wrapped around the small, warm body. he looks a little unsure at first, like he’s afraid to move the wrong way, but he doesn’t let go.
“…you okay there, little one?” he murmurs, voice low and careful.
your baby makes a small noise, tiny fingers curling into michael’s shirt.
michael freezes for half a second, then relaxes when the baby settles. he lets out a quiet breath and smiles to himself, barely noticeable.
“…guess that means i’m doing something right,” he says softly.
the baby looks up at him, blinking slowly, studying his face. michael meets the gaze, eyes soft, nothing like the sharp look he gives on the field. he lifts one finger and lets the baby grab it.
“…wow,” he mutters. “…you’re stronger than you look.”
your baby babbles, drool forming at the corner of their mouth. michael chuckles quietly, wiping it away with his thumb, gentle and careful. he rocks slightly without thinking, a slow, natural motion.
“…hey,” he whispers, leaning his forehead against the baby’s. “…you don’t have to be strong yet. you’ve got time.”
the baby yawns, face scrunching up, then relaxes again. michael adjusts his grip, pulling the baby closer, protective. his hand rests on their back, steady, warm.
when you walk in, michael looks up at you. “…they fell asleep,” he says quietly, like he doesn’t want to break the moment. “…you should rest too. i’ve got this.”
your baby sleeps peacefully against him, tiny breaths rising and falling.
michael stays right where he is, not moving, not rushing anywhere.
sae sits on the couch with your baby in his arms, back straight like he’s still not fully used to this, but his hold is careful and secure.
the baby looks up at him, eyes wide, then suddenly starts babbling.
he stares down at the tiny face, clearly confused for a moment. “…what?” he says quietly, brows knitting together. “…are you talking to me?”
the baby responds by babbling louder, little hands waving, clearly very serious about whatever they’re trying to say. sae exhales softly through his nose, almost amused.
“…right,” he murmurs. “…i see. important conversation.”
the baby grabs his finger, squeezing it with surprising strength. sae stiffens for half a second, then relaxes, letting it happen. his thumb gently rubs over the baby’s knuckles, slow and careful.
“…you’re loud,” he says softly. “…but… i don’t mind.”
the baby laughs, a bright, bubbly sound, and sae’s expression changes. his eyes soften, lips twitching into a small smile he doesn’t even realize is there.
“…hey,” he mutters, lowering his forehead closer. “…you don’t need to rush. talk all you want. i’m listening.”
the baby babbles again, leaning closer, and sae adjusts his hold, pulling them against his chest. he rocks slightly, just a little, almost instinctively.
when you pass by, sae looks up at you briefly. “…they’ve got a lot to say,” he says quietly.
your baby yawns mid-babble, head dropping against his chest. sae looks down, careful not to move too much.
“…guess that’s enough talking for now,” he whispers. “…rest.”
rin sits on the couch with his son upright in his lap, one hand firm on the boy’s back, the other steadying his small wrist so he doesn’t tip over.
tiny legs kick nonstop, socks flashing as he babbles loudly, clearly excited just to exist.
rin blinks down at him. “…you’ve got a lot to say,” he mutters.
his son answers by smacking rin’s chest with an open palm, then laughing like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
rin stiffens for half a second. then exhales. “…hey. easy.” his voice is calm, not sharp.
the boy reaches up and grabs a handful of rin’s hair.
“…no— don’t,” he says quietly, carefully prying the tiny fingers loose without hurting him. “…that actually hurts.”
his son just giggles, drool shining at his mouth, completely unbothered.
rin sighs, then—almost without realizing it—lets out a short huff that’s almost a laugh. “…you’re already trouble,” he murmurs. “…just like that.”
he shifts his son slightly and starts bouncing him gently on his knee, testing the motion. the boy squeals, arms flailing happily.
rin watches closely, grip steady, protective. “…you like that?” he asks.
another excited babble. louder this time.
the boy leans forward and bumps his forehead lightly into rin’s chest. rin’s hand immediately flattens on his back, holding him in place.
“…careful,” he says softly. “…i’ve got you.”
his son looks up at him again, eyes wide and curious, babbling nonstop like he’s telling rin a very important story. rin holds his gaze, serious expression softening just a little.
“…you’re loud,” he says quietly. “…and exhausting.”
then, after a pause, his thumb brushing gently over his son’s back:
isagi sits on the carpet with his son sitting between his legs, hands ready at the boy’s sides in case he wobbles. he’s calm, focused, watching every little movement.
his son is wide awake, babbling happily.
isagi smiles. “yeah? what is it?” he asks softly.
suddenly, the baby leans forward—slow, determined—eyes locked on isagi’s face. isagi blinks, confused for a second.
the baby makes a small sound and presses his mouth clumsily against isagi’s cheek.
it’s messy. a little wet. definitely uncoordinated.
then his eyes widen and he lets out a soft, surprised laugh. “oh— hey—!” he says quietly, one hand coming up to steady the baby. “was that a kiss?”
the baby pulls back just to babble excitedly, clearly proud of himself, then leans in again, bumping isagi’s nose this time.
isagi laughs again, warmer now. “okay, okay… i get it,” he says, smiling, “you’re very affectionate today.”
he gently presses his forehead to his son’s for a moment, careful and slow. “thanks,” he murmurs. “that actually made my day.”
the baby squeals, hands grabbing at isagi’s shirt, clearly happy. isagi pulls him closer, one arm wrapping around his small body, the other steadying his back.
“you’re gonna surprise me a lot, aren’t you?” he says softly.
sunlight pours in through the windows, and bachira is sitting on the floor with his son between his legs, both of them facing each other like it’s a game.
his son is full of energy, babbling nonstop, hands flapping, eyes bright.
bachira gasps dramatically. “woah— did you hear that?” he says, eyes wide. “i think you’re summoning a monster.”
his son squeals and slaps bachira’s knee, clearly very proud of himself.
bachira laughs, that bright, happy laugh, and gently catches his son’s hands. “easy, tiger,” he says playfully. “you’re gonna knock me out like that.”
the baby suddenly leans forward, face serious, like he’s on a mission. before bachira can react, his son presses a clumsy, drooly kiss right onto bachira’s cheek.
then his eyes light up. “OH?” he laughs. “was that for me?!”
his son babbles loudly in response, leaning in again and bumping bachira’s nose this time.
bachira giggles, pressing his forehead to his son’s. “hey, hey— careful! kisses are dangerous weapons, you know.”
the baby squeals, grabbing at bachira’s hair. bachira pretends to struggle. “ahhh— i’ve been caught! help! the tiny monster is attacking!”
your son laughs, kicking his legs wildly. bachira pulls him into a gentle hug, rocking him side to side.
“you’re so strong already,” bachira says softly, smile warm. “and so sweet. i love that.”
he plants an exaggerated kiss on the baby’s forehead. “mwah! take that!”
the baby babbles back happily, drool everywhere, and bachira doesn’t even care. he just holds him close, laughing, completely present.
and when you watch them together, it’s impossible not to smile—because bachira looks happier than ever, right there with his son in his arms.
nagi sits on the couch, your daughter clinging to him like she’s afraid to let go.
her tiny arms are wrapped around his neck, legs hooked around his waist, and she buries her face in his chest.
nagi leans back slightly, careful not to squish her, one hand resting gently on her back, the other brushing her hair away from her face.
he watches her for a moment, expression calm but softening as he feels her tiny heartbeat against him.
“…hey,” he murmurs quietly, tilting his head down. “…you’re really holding on tight today, huh?”
she babbles happily, pressing closer, little hands gripping his shirt. nagi chuckles softly, a rare, gentle sound, and adjusts his hold so she’s more comfortable.
“…that’s fine,” he says, voice low and soothing. “…i’m not going anywhere.”
she wiggles a little, trying to climb even closer, and nagi lets out a small laugh. “…careful… careful,” he says, letting her rest on his chest fully. “…i’ve got you.”
she babbles again, tiny noises filled with happiness, and nagi hums quietly, running his hand along her back in slow, gentle circles.
“…you know,” he murmurs, “…you’re safe with me. always.”
she snuggles in tighter, and for a moment, nagi just sits there, arms wrapped around her, letting her cling and babble, completely content to be her safe place.
“…don’t worry,” he whispers softly. “…i’ve got you. always.”
and she just smiles against him, small fingers clutching his shirt
shidou sits on the carpet with his son on his lap, bouncing slightly, tiny hands waving in excitement. you’re nearby, watching the two of them, smiling softly.
“…hey, careful there!” shidou says, one hand steadying the boy’s back. “…don’t knock over the lamp. i mean it.”
his son giggles loudly, leaning forward to grab at shidou’s hair. shidou freezes for a second, then grins.
“…ahh—okay, okay! that tickles!” he says, making exaggerated faces. his son squeals, delighted.
shidou gently lifts him higher, spinning him just a little in his lap. “…woah, whoa! dizzy yet?!” he laughs. the baby babbles, little noises full of excitement, and shidou matches them with silly, exaggerated sounds, making his son laugh even harder.
you lean closer, chuckling. “be careful, Shidou!”
he glances at you, eyes bright, one side of his mouth quirking into a grin. “…i’m being careful,” he says, though clearly enjoying the chaos. “…this little guy’s got energy!”
his son suddenly leans forward and clumsily plants a messy little kiss on shidou’s cheek.
shidou freezes, then laughs, brushing his thumb gently across the boy’s cheek. “…okay, wow… you’re bold,” he mutters, voice softening. “…i like it.”
he bounces him gently again, rocking side to side, careful but playful, letting him babble and laugh as much as he wants. shidou’s other hand rests lightly on the floor to stabilize himself, eyes always on the baby.
“…you’re trouble,” he whispers quietly, leaning his forehead against his son’s. “…but you’re my trouble.”
his son giggles, clutching shidou’s shirt, and shidou stays like that for a long moment, laughing softly, humming little noises back at him, completely present.
your daughter sits in her high chair, small hands reaching for the spoon, babbling excitedly.
you’re holding the bowl, looking a little frazzled from trying to get her to eat.
chigiri leans over from behind you, arms wrapping around yours, guiding the spoon gently. “…okay, don’t worry,” he murmurs quietly, voice soft. “…i’ve got this.”
your daughter squeals happily and reaches for the spoon, trying to grab it herself.
chigiri chuckles softly, tilting it so she can take a small bite without making a mess. “…there we go… good girl,” he says.
he keeps his hands steady, helping guide the spoon to her mouth again, brushing a small strand of hair from her face when she leans forward too quickly. “…easy… nice and slow,” he whispers. “…don’t rush.”
your daughter babbles, grabbing at chigiri’s hands playfully.
he laughs quietly, letting her play a little before carefully feeding her the next bite. “…wow… you’re strong,” he murmurs, smiling down. “…and very stubborn.”
you watch them, heart warm, as chigiri leans close to her, whispering softly. “…i’ll make sure you eat well,” he says. “…don’t worry, little one.”
your daughter giggles, babbles again, and chigiri gently wipes a bit of food from her cheek with his thumb.
“…hey… careful, we don’t waste food,” he teases quietly, voice still soft. “…but you’re doing great.”
for a while, he just sits there with you, steadying the spoon, brushing her hair, laughing softly at her babbles—making feeding time calm, gentle, and full of little moments of love.
and when she finally swallows her bite, chigiri ruffles her hair and whispers quietly, “…see? we make a good team, huh?”
you can’t help but smile, watching him with both your daughter and the quiet patience in his eyes.
lorenzo sits on the couch with his son on his lap, little legs resting over his thighs, tiny hands gripping his shirt.
you’re nearby, holding a small bowl of food, but it’s clear his son is happiest right here with dad.
“…easy there,” lorenzo says softly, steadying him. “…don’t squirm too much, or you’ll tip.”
his son giggles, kicking his little feet, and reaches up to grab lorenzo’s hair.
lorenzo freezes for a second, then chuckles quietly, leaning forward just enough to let him play. “…careful! that tickles!” he murmurs, brushing a hand gently across the baby’s knuckles.
the boy leans closer and plants a messy little kiss on lorenzo’s cheek.
lorenzo’s eyes widen, and a soft laugh escapes him. “…wow… bold little guy,” he says quietly, voice warm. “…i like that.”
you hand over the spoon with his snack. lorenzo helps guide it carefully, making sure each bite goes in without too much spilling. “…slow… steady… perfect,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your son’s face.
the little boy babbles happily, tiny sounds of excitement. lorenzo hums in response, rocking him gently in his lap. “…yeah… that’s it,” he says, voice soft. “…good job, champ.”
once he’s done eating, lorenzo pulls him closer, holding him against his chest. “…see?” he murmurs, pressing his forehead lightly to the boy’s. “…you’re my little champion. always.”
kunigami sits on the floor, legs crossed, trying to organize some papers, when his daughter crawls over to him, babbling excitedly.
“da-da! da-da!” she squeals, tiny hands reaching for him.
kunigami looks down, sighing softly, but there’s a faint smile on his lips. “…alright, alright,” he murmurs, leaning forward. “…what do you want, little troublemaker?”
she giggles and clumsily grabs at his fingers, tugging him toward the middle of the room.
kunigami laughs quietly, letting her pull him a little. “…okay… i see how it is,” he mutters. “…you’re making me play.”
she babbles louder, bouncing slightly on her chubby legs, and kunigami carefully lifts her into his lap.
“…easy… don’t hurt yourself,” he says softly, holding her steady with one hand, while the other brushes a stray strand of hair from her forehead.
she giggles, reaching out for his face, and clumsily pats his cheek. kunigami freezes for a moment, then chuckles quietly. “…wow… bold, huh?” he murmurs. “…i like that.”
he gently rocks her side to side in his lap, making soft, exaggerated sounds like he’s chasing her laughter.
she squeals, kicking her little legs and babbling nonstop, clearly loving every second.
“…you’re exhausting,” kunigami whispers, voice low and soft, “…but… i don’t mind at all.”
he presses his forehead gently to hers, careful, slow. “…you’re my little troublemaker,” he murmurs. “…and i’ll always play with you.”
his daughter babbles happily again, tiny hands clinging to him, and kunigami keeps rocking her gently.
aoshi sits on the carpet, legs crossed, with your son sitting in his lap. the little boy is bouncing slightly, babbling happily, tiny hands grabbing at aoshi’s shirt.
aoshi freezes for a moment, unsure. “…uh… careful,” he murmurs softly, voice quiet and hesitant. “…don’t fall.”
your son giggles, reaching for his face, tugging gently at his hair.
aoshi’s eyes widen, and he stiffens. “…oh—ah… okay,” he says softly, leaning forward slowly. “…i… i’ve got you.”
he holds your son carefully, rocking him just a little, still shy with each movement.
the boy babbles louder, squealing, tiny legs kicking excitedly. aoshi hums quietly, uncertain at first, then a small smile creeps onto his face. “…you’re… very energetic,” he murmurs softly.
your son reaches up and clumsily pats aoshi’s cheek. aoshi freezes again, cheeks heating slightly. “…oh… wow,” he whispers, looking down. “…that’s… nice.”
he shifts him gently in his lap, careful with every movement, one hand steadying his back, the other brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “…i… i don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs quietly, voice soft, almost a whisper.
the baby babbles happily, bouncing slightly against him. aoshi lets out a small laugh, barely audible, and rocks him a little more.
“…you’re safe,” he whispers, pressing his forehead gently to your son’s. “…i… i’ve got you.”
your son giggles again, clutching his shirt, and aoshi stays still, timid but fully present, letting the little boy babble, kick, and explore with him.
“…you’re my little one,” aoshi murmurs softly, brushing his thumb along your son’s tiny hand. “…always.”
and he sits there quietly, shy, gentle, and completely wrapped up in this small, joyful presence in his arms.
she’s tiny but full of energy, babbling and waving her hands as if trying to tell him something important.
“…hey, hey! careful!” reo laughs, voice warm and playful. “…don’t knock me over yet!”
she leans forward and clumsily pats his face, tiny fingers smudging a little drool.
reo freezes for a second, then chuckles softly, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. “…okay, okay, that’s fair,” he says. “…i can handle a few pats.”
she babbles excitedly again, bouncing up and down on him, and reo lifts her gently into his arms, holding her close to his chest. “…you’re strong, huh?” he murmurs, smiling down at her. “…already giving me a hard time.”
his daughter reaches up and grabs his hair, tugging lightly. reo tilts his head, making a soft, exaggerated gasp.
“…hey! careful, little one!” he says, voice playful but gentle. “…you’re going to make me fall over.”
she giggles loudly, leaning her tiny forehead against his. reo presses his own forehead to hers, careful not to squish her, and murmurs softly, “…you’re cute… really cute.”
she babbles happily, clapping her tiny hands, and reo hums in response, bouncing her gently in his arms. “…alright, alright… you win,” he says quietly, voice warm. “…i’ll play with you as much as you want.”
your daughter wiggles, grabbing at his face again, and reo leans back slightly, holding her steady, letting her babble and laugh, completely present.
“…you’re exhausting,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “…but i love it. all of it.”
bunny sits on the floor with his son in front of him, a big sheet of paper spread across the floor, colored crayons scattered everywhere.
“…okay,” bunny murmurs softly, picking up a crayon, “…what should we draw today?”
his son babbles excitedly, pointing at a crayon. bunny chuckles quietly, handing it over. “…alright… that one it is,” he says, voice calm and gentle. “…good choice.”
they start drawing together—bunny guiding his son’s tiny hand at first, letting him make scribbles while adding small shapes himself.
“…wow… look at that,” he whispers, brushing a finger over a swirl of color. “…that’s really good.”
his son squeals happily, reaching for another crayon, tiny hands smudging colors across the paper.
bunny watches carefully, letting him experiment, occasionally pointing out little things. “…see? you can make anything you want,” he murmurs softly. “…i like it.”
at one point, the boy leans forward and presses a clumsy kiss on bunny’s cheek. bunny freezes for a second, then smiles gently, leaning down closer.
“…hey… that’s sweet,” he says quietly, brushing a finger through the little hair on top of his head. “…thank you.”
they continue, adding colors, shapes, and little lines, bunny gently holding his son’s hand when it wanders too much, letting him explore while keeping the moment calm and safe.
“…you’re doing amazing,” he whispers. “…i’m proud of you.”
his son babbles happily in response, kicking tiny feet and reaching for another crayon. bunny hums softly, letting him take the lead, just guiding when needed, fully present in the small, simple joy of drawing together.
“…we make a good team,” bunny murmurs finally, pressing a gentle kiss to the boy’s forehead. “…always.”
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