Yosuke had been laid down on a thin blanket on the floor. Pillows forming a fence of sorts as he wiggles. A familiar faces comes into view, which brings a smile and some waving of the arms too. Maybe he'd come down and play with him?
“Good morning, Yosuke!” Iruka coos. Before having a baby, Iruka loathed cooing. At the Academy, all he does is tell the children not to baby talk, and here he is now acting like a fool at six in the morning while his wife showers. He lays down on the floor in front of Yosuke, moving a few pillows aside so the baby can see a little better. Smiling to keep his son placated, Iruka’s hand searches for the little plastic ring toy he likes so much.
“Aha! This one is your favorite, isn’t it?” Iruka pulls the ring back, waving it slowly in front of his son’s face, watching as his eyes track it in fascination, tiny lips moving to make shapes and then occasional nonsensical sounds. An open hand swats clumsily at the toy, and Iruka stops moving it once Yosuke manages to hit it so he can grasp onto it and tug it towards his mouth with both hands. The ring hits the baby’s cheek first, and then Yosuke corrects enough to get the toy into his mouth and pin it there.
One, now slobbery, infant hand reaches out towards Iruka. Without a second thought, he offers Yosuke his finger to grasp.
