Victor of the first round, makes sense heโd be Readerโs first stop, yeah? :D Who shall be next, I wonderโฆ?
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โLower.โ
Thor grunted to the attendants, humming slightly as they doubled their efforts to massage his naked back. He was on his front, laid across a long table, only a towel covering his lower body. The room smelled of incense and wine, the healers Forseti had sent to tend to him following the match insisting it would quicken his recover.
Thor did not think any of the fuss was necessary, but Forseti had been quite insistent, and Thor had learned long ago that when it came to Forseti, it was best to simply let things run their course.
Besides, the wine was good, the incense was soothing, and the healers were both skilled and nice to look at. And after securing the Heavens their first victory in Ragnarok, he supposed he could stand being pampered a little.
The door to his chambers opened, and Thor heard a low voice murmuring to the attendants. Hands pulled away from him, and the God of Thunder grumbled quietly to himself, a little too relaxed to lift his head.
โWhat is it now, Forseti?โ He asked, tilting his head to see the attendants scurrying from the room, causing him to frown. โIf you are here to ask if I am enjoying the wine, Iโd enjoy it a lot more ifโohโฆ.โ
Hands dug into the muscle of his back, hard and precise, and Thor momentarily lost his voice as skilled fingers ran down his flesh, seeking out every knot and piece of tension they could find.
โOhhhhhhโฆโ
Thor couldnโt stop the deep, rumbling groan deep in his throat as he fell forwards, briefly surrendering to the masterful hands caressing his battle-worn body. He heard a soft chuckle, followed by a pair of thighs โ strong, lovely ones from the feel of them - sling over the back of his waist, palms stroking surely down his lower body.
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SYNOPSIS : Spending all your waking hours surrounded by rowdy boys in the biggest dojo in town, itโs no surprise that you grow up to be a skilled fighter with a fiery personality to match (you suppose it is one of your charms). You are the tempest incarnate, a force to be reckoned with โ and Takiishi Chika canโt help but get swallowed up in your storm.
FEATURING : Takiishi Chika x f!reader
TL;DR : 3.6k words, badass!reader, chika canโt express himself, endo gets beat up (again), enemies to lovers, soft chika ftw, pining, jealous chika, things escalate quickly, slightly suggestive but you know i canโt write smut so i donโt, reader is both physically and mentally badass
NOTES : Itโs here! (aka part 2 of my โget more people to join the Takiishi Chika nationโ agenda). Thank you for the ask, anon! You have no idea how excited I am to write a badass reader. The reader is written as a karate practitioner because thatโs the only martial art I have experience with. Gosh after rereading this you can tell that this piece of writing holds a special place in my heart. This is written with love yโall. Anyway I have my own headcanon that the Wind Breaker boys must train at a dojo or a center somewhere, because there are only so many bad guys they can beat up, right? How else are they gonna get those EXP?! (Also, if you get that Tekken Chinmi reference, I LOVE YOU FOREVER!!)
โA challenger? What the fuck does that even mean?โ
Nights at the dojo are spent by sitting on the floors, doing cooldowns and chatting about whatever interesting gossip circulates around the town. Tonight is no exceptionโ youโre sitting cross legged on the mat that carpets your family dojo with your friends stretching not far away from you.
Sakura Haruka is the first one to answer, his eyes shining in excitement, โSo one of our seniors heard that we train at your dojo, and somehow the news got to two real scary seniors! Their names are Takiishi Chika and Endo Yamato.โ
โTheyโre bad news, really. Always out looking for a fight with anyone to scratch a weird fighting itch, I guess? Theyโre real delinquents.โ Those words are harsh, especially when they came from the gentlest, kindest guy you knew, Umemiya Hajiime.
โAnyway, we just heard it from a friend of a friend. It might be a hoax for all we know.โ Suo Hayato pipes up from behind you, massaging your tense shoulders with the ease of a seasoned masseur.
Your arched eyebrows have now relaxed thanks to Suoโs expert hands, but a slight annoyance is still visible on your features. โWell damn, I didnโt realize weโre living in the world of Tekken Chinmi. What, are they gonna destroy my place and steal the secret dojo technique if they win?โ
โHuh? You have a secret technique?โ
โIโm pretty sure sheโs joking, Sakuraโฆโ At Nireiโs reply, Sakuraโs face turned beet red. You laugh boisterously as the poor boy fumbles with his blue belt.
โAnyway, Iโm pretty sure the old man wonโt let me kick their asses if they really do come.โ You are unable to mask your disappointment and your friendsโ expressions start to turn into worried ones.
โ(Y/N)...โ Umemiya warns, โWhatever youโre thinking in that head of yours, stop. Theyโre actually really strong.โ
โAs strong as you?โ Smirking, you take a jab at him, to which he barely dodged. Even though he may not look like it, youโve experienced first hand how strong Umemiya is in a fight. Belt rankings sometimes donโt mean a thing when it comes to real fighting, and Umemiya is a surprisingly seasoned fighter. (The current record is 11-10, but youโre aiming to get it to a 11-11 at least by the end of this month.)
โOne of them is too emotional and reckless, but the other one?โ Umemiya trails off, as if thinking about something from long ago, โHeโs crazy strong.โ
You raise an eyebrow, now thoroughly interested. Umemiya Hajime with his pretty face and eerie calmness is a real pain in the ass to fight during kumite, being one of the only guys in the dojo to actually beat you, who have been training since you were a toddler. So for that kind of guy to say that someone is โcrazy strongโ? It certainly rouses your curiosity.
โAnyway, why are you guys not heading home already?โ
Like a cue, the doors are slammed open, the chilly night wind invading the warm dojo air. You shiver involuntarily as the cool breeze tickles the part of your neck that is not covered by your gi. Everyone turns their head to look at the visitor, and they certainly have mixed reactions.
Sakura and Nirei let out a full gasp. Suo stays silent, even though his eyes are bulging out from his skull. Umemiya growls, a displeased scowl on his face. You, on the other hand, are puzzled upon seeing a boy with messy black hair standing at the door. A loose black yukata envelops his muscular body that is covered with tattoos, and his blue eyes are locked on you.
โHey, can I help you?โ You wanted to cuss him out for not immediately closing the door, but your father has always told you to be kind to potential customers. So you roll your eyes, bite back your โfuck youโs, and ask him in the most sarcastic tone possible: โAnd can you close the door, please? Itโs literally November.โ
The boyโs lips twist up to form a cheshire grin as he studies you, ignoring the four glares that are directed at him. โYouโre the owner of this dojo, yeah?โ
You roll your eyes again. โToo bad for me, my old manโs still alive and kickinโ. And too bad for you, heโs out right now. What business do you have with him?โ
He chuckles, a low tone that definitely spells trouble. โNah, itโs you I have business with. That belt of yours, is it real or is it just for decoration?โ
Your eyes glance down at the two-striped black belt that hugs your waist snugly. You have worked your ass off to get to where you are, all the blood, sweat, and tears that carried you from a white belt to an officially recognized nidanโ not just a black belt, but a black belt of the second degree. Itโs fairly new, too, the excitement that you got from receiving it a week ago is still not completely gone.
โWhatโs it to you?โ
Your friends tense up next to you. Theyโve seen you try not to stir up a fight, but with the way the situation is progressingโฆ
โ(Y/N), this is one of the seniors we were talking about.โ Nirei whispers in a pleading tone, hoping to calm you down. It only riles you up.
โOh, nothing. I seem to have exhausted all the fighters in town and I remembered that thereโs still one place I havenโt gone to. Maybe my opponent wonโt disappoint me this time?โ The challenge is clear in his voice. With every step he takes, your eyes only narrow even further. You are now standing face to face with him, looking at him squarely in the eye, like two tigers sizing up each other.
โIf youโre looking for a fight, I suggest you do it elsewhere. This is no place for your egotistical, frivolous hobby.โ Despite the itch in your arms to deliver a blow straight to his smirking face, you still try to honor your fatherโs wishes not to start petty fights, especially not in the dojo.
โOooh, you scared? Wanna call daddy? But I bet Iโd beat him up too.โ
There is a deafening silence. Even with all the playful banter, a normal human being should know that there are some lines that you cannot cross. But the damn idiot took a big stride across the fucking line. Your friends are watching mutely with mouths hanging open as your last strand of patience finally snaps.
Oooh. He is so gonna get it.ย
โIs that so? Very well, you started it. Donโt go crying to mommy when you lose.โ
Heโs visibly pleased to see that heโs successfully angered you. โEndo Yamato, by the way.โ
โBoy, you wonโt even remember your name by the time Iโm done with you.โ
And with that, you grab fistfuls of his black yukata and knee him straight in the gut.
Takiishi Chika isnโt sure what to think when Endo Yamato limps to him that afternoon, lip cut and cheeks bruised. He knows that for all the bullshit Endo spews out he would certainly get into real trouble someday, but he has always thought that Endo is not that bad of a fighter. A bad judge of character, yes, but not a bad fighter.
So why is he clutching his right arm and wincing in pain like heโs just got back from war?
โ... what happened to you?โ
Endo stops in front of him and winces again as he looks down at his arm. It is now sporting a bluish-purple bruise. He canโt even stand straight because his stomach is still pulsing uncomfortably. โThat damned girlโฆโ
โGirl?โ
โFrom the damned dojoโฆ the one I told you about yesterdayโฆโ
Takiishi hums in acknowledgement, recalling the same dojo Endo has been blabbing excitedly about. โApparently,โ he had said, โitโs where the Furin guys go. And get this, get this, they practice with the ownerโs daughter! Ha!โ he had snorted, โBet I can beat her up in less than ten seconds, what a joke.โ
Warily, Takiishi sweeps his gaze over Endo. The minor cuts on his face are probably from a sharp nail. The bleeding lip, a punch? The bruises are most probably from powerful punches. The way he is limping like that, he definitely got his footing sweeped. He blinks when Endo hunches over more; yup, definitely kneed in the gut. What a joke.
โStronger than Umemiya?โ
โMore or less the sameโฆ I think.โ
Takiishi has guessed as much, with the way Endo is struggling to speak. He doesnโt really care about avenging Endo, the weakling blabbermouth, but this girl he is speaking of is certainly interesting. He can feel his heart thrum in excitement. A girl as strong as Umemiya Hajime? Now thatโs someone he should definitely meet.
โAw, I missed all the fun stuff!โ Hiragi Toma groans, holding his head in his hands. Your four friends have made it their life mission to tell the world about the showdown at the dojo yesterday, and now everyone at Furin High knows your name, your dojo, and how you kicked Endo Yamatoโs irritating ass.
Kaji Ren offers you a lollipop, and you take it gratefully, unwrapping it before plopping it into your mouth. Your sides still hurt slightly from the harsh kick you received from the asshole, but youโre otherwise fine. You have expected Endo to be crazy strong, but once you one-upped him a bit, he instantly loses all rationality and ends up crumpled up beneath you. Pathetic ass.
โYou okay? Does it still hurt? Ugh, how can I face your father now?!โ Umemiya groans. You can tell from his face that heโs proud and satisfied of your victory, but also worried sick. It doesnโt help that your dad has made him the person in charge of looking after you. Something about you being a troublemaker who needs a reliable person to take care of you, and blah blah blah. Mostly, Umemiya is your childhood friend and he can be overprotective when heโs not handing you your ass at the dojo.
โCalm down, itโs just a small bruise.โ Truth be told, it hurts a lot more than you let on. (As if youโd let your friends know that.)
โYou need to take care of yourself more.โ Great, now Kaji of all people is lecturing you too. You pout at him, about to make a snide comeback, before you bump into Sakuraโs back. Noticing that Sakura and your friends have now stopped walking to look straight ahead, you peek from behind Sakuraโs shoulders to see yet another stranger.ย
In just one glance, you can tell that this person is a lot stronger than the weirdo who stormed your dojo. Standing just a few centimeters shorter than Umemiya, the golden-eyed boy is openly staring at you. His orange-red hair contrasts the dark attire he wears. Before anyone can say anything, he is already marching to your direction, a murderous aura heavy on the air. Sakura is the first to react, protectively shielding you from the otherโs advances.
Your blood runs cold when he gets smacked away. Hard. Sakura stumbles, instantly supported by Suo and Nirei before he falls down. You snap your eyes to the stranger, anger flaring like a wildfire. โYouโre the other one, arenโt you?โ Halting his movements, he merely grins like a maniac at your question.
This time Umemiya is the one who steps in front of you, eyebrows knitted and lips pursed in a thin line. โTakiishi. What do you think youโre doing?โ Kaji and Hiragi quickly move to shield you as well, shoulders squared.
The four guys are now having a staring showdown with neither of them backing down. But what they donโt realize is how furious you are. Sliding from behind Umemiya, you face this โTakiishiโ. โYou wanna get your ass handed to you like your little friend yesterday?โ Despite Suoโs pleas to calm down, you press on. โWait, are you here to avenge him?โ
Your mocking laugh doesnโt affect him in the slightest. โHeโs weak.โ He simply states, and you did a double take at how nonchalant he sounds. โItโs too noisy. Iโll find you when youโre alone.โ Without waiting for an answer, Takiishi leaves.
Scrunching up your nose, you merely smirk. โWhen Iโm alone, huh? Iโll be waiting for you.โ
By now, all your friends are giving you pleading looks for you to stop, but youโre too annoyed to care. Youโll deal with his cocky ass when the time comes, but right now youโre focused on making sure Sakuraโs okay.
Takiishi keeps his promises when he saunters to you on a swelteringly hot afternoon. He still wears the same black jacket from before. Even with the jacket on, you can tell he has a muscular build. The calculated steps he takes are intimidating, too. He wastes no time for words, quickly throwing you a powerful punch.
Youโre able to dodge it, but youโre not so lucky with his next strike. A jab to your sides in the same spot that Endo bruised. Grimacing in pain, you take a few steps back, mentally cursing at your carelessness.
This asshole doesnโt pull his punches.
Within a few moments into the fight, you can already tell that heโs much stronger than you. His long hair and long clothes donโt seem to hinder his movements because he keeps launching strike after strike, each one more agile than before. After taking a few too many punches, youโre now racking your brains trying to come up with tactics to destroy this guy. Unlike your stoic father, youโre comfortable with trying every dirty trick in the book if it means guaranteeing your victory. Real life is different from competitions, after all.
โWhat a waste.โ You spit out after taking a few steps back to catch your breath. โGot a pretty face, but your personality is shit.โ Heโs visibly surprised and you seize the moment to land a powerhouse kick, effectively sending him stumbling. Grinning at your small victory, you continue. โStop this nonsense and maybe Iโll let you take me out on a date, how about that?โ Once again, he stiffens up, and you land another kick.
He seems to have finally learned his lesson, now glaring at you and fixing his stance. You giggle at his little frustration. โAww, donโt pout like that, sweetheart. Just say you think Iโm pretty and move on.โ
โYouโre pretty.โ He nonchalantly says, and itโs your turn to be surprised. He instantly tackles you down, locking you with a death grip.
Words canโt describe how angry you are at being beaten with your own tactic. You manage to struggle free from his death grip, but he is still sitting on top of you. Realizing that his face is a little bit too close, you decide to take a gambleโฆ
โฆ and crash your lips into his.
Oh, heโs definitely surprised now, his posture laxing. You flip him on his back, your positions now reversed. Even when you pull away, he still stares up at you, arms at his sides. You try to gather his arms and pin it so you can pummel his face, but he wonโt budge. For a second you debated on kissing him again, seeing how effective it renders him immobile, but he moves quicker.
He loops an arm behind your neck, bringing your face down before capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His long hair splays under his head like a halo, his eyes surprisingly closed. You yelp and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, both of you now fighting for dominance under the hot sun.
Thereโs an indecipherable tension when the two of you pull away. โYouโre mine now.โ Takiishi unexpectedly says first, his eyes never leaving yours.
You tilt your head in defiance, a smirk on your lips. โAm I?โ
Takiishi quickly learns that even though there is an undeniable spark between the two of you, youโre not someone he can tame easily. After kissing him hotly on the mouth, you had kicked him again in the exact same spot as before, grinning and telling him that it was payback. He wakes up the next morning with a purple bruise.
He still doesnโt understand why on earth he ends up chasing you around in the hopes of kissing you again instead of fighting you, but all he knows is that he beat up Endo for talking shit about you and he feels ready to burn the world down when he sees Umemiya sling an arm around you. Or when Suo makes you laugh with his jokes. Or when you take a lollipop from Kaji. Or when you baby the damn brat, Sakura.
For some reason, your friends donโt really care about him showing up anymore. Perhaps you told them that heโs harmless around you now, he doesnโt really care. All he wants is to feel that dizzying feeling again. He watches you go about your day, stirring up trouble and beating up bad guys on the street, laughing and running with your friends. And at nights, after a fun day of hanging out, you stride to him with a ravenous look in your eyes, pulling him by his collar to give him his reward.ย
Endo tells him that youโre just using him, but he doesnโt mind.
โYou,โ Takiishi growls in between kisses, โare mine.โ His jacket is thrown away somewhere, leaving him with his turtleneck. Your hand shoots forward to caress his face, and despite the alarm bells ringing in his head, he finds himself leaning into your touch. The moonlight shines down, illuminating your face with an ethereal glow. He watches you breathlessly, admiring his work on your neck. Seeing his bite marks there only fuels his possessiveness as he captures both your wrists and pins them on top of your head.ย Even without saying anything, youโre able to rile him up this muchโฆ and you look so unaffected. Itโs hardly fair.ย
He leans down again, hearing you giggle. โAm I?โย
He feels a prick of irritation at your brattiness. He uses his free hand to wrap it around your throat, and you resisted the urge to laugh. He barely squeezes. โOh, youโre choking me-โ Faking a pained moan, your eyes light up in amusement when he immediately loosens his already-loose grip, his eyes widening in shock. Oh, what a cutie.
โThen stop annoying me.โ
โHuh? Youโre so mean to me, how do you expect me to like you back, huh?โ Once again, you used your best sad face. You donโt think youโre a very good actress, but you know what they say: love is blindโ and Takiishi Chika is blindly in love.
Thereโs a conflicted look in Takiishiโs eyes and you giggle again, craning your neck upwards. His hand is still around your throat when you peck his cheek. โJust kidding.โ
Oh, you are going to be death of him.
Takiishi knows that you like him too. You had to be, with the way you tease and act around him, the way you instantly go to him the second you finish practice, sometimes still in your gi as he rips it off from you to mark your body again. Takiishi is certain that you like him too, so why..? Why do you insist on making him jealous?ย
He watches from a distance, body coiled up like a spring, ready to pounce at Umemiya freaking Hajime who has his arms around your waist, guiding you down to sit. Suo is telling another one of his shitty jokes again, making you laugh like an angel, while Sakura is glued to your side like a baby, blushing everytime your hand grazes hisโ. He watches each interaction, fuming, with a silent Endo by his side.
He knows heโs being irrational. Heโs not even your boyfriend, and you were supposed to be enemies. He thinks. He doesnโt really understand anything anymore. What he knows is how much he wants to beat up your friends, and how much he holds it back because he knows you will hate him for it. He doesnโt want you to hate him. Anything but that.
Umemiya whispers something in your ear, before lifting up his gaze to meet his own mockingly. You follow Umemiyaโs gaze and tilt your head at him teasingly, as if the hickey on your neck wasnโt given by him the night before. He feels his breath getting hotter as Endo shifts in his seat uncomfortably.
But he knows how much you hate it when he storms in front of your friends, so he stills himself. Heโll get his reward later. He can wait. He takes out his phone to type a warning to you. Not that you usually care.
Youโre mine.
Read 6.29 PM
He watches a smirk curl on your lips as you type a short reply.
Am I?
Read 6.30 PM
Meanwhile, you shudder in your seat at how intently Takiishi is watching you, his gaze practically boring holes into you. You force yourself to shift your attention to your friends again, who thinks that you managed to beat him up and now he wonโt dare to disturb you. They have no idea that Takiishi has been taking special care of you almost every night now.Youโre not ready to sort and come to terms with your feelings right now, not when Takiishi himself hasnโt even manned up and asked you out.
So you lean back into Umemiyaโs embrace, laughing with Sakura, Suo and Nirei, talking about underrated songs with Kaji and Hiragi, snapping photos with Kiryu. You decide to make the best of the moment, because you know that you wonโt be able to walk by the time Takiishi is done with you tonight.
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windbreaker x reader - sakura, suo, sugishita, kiryu, ume + togame AS DADS ๐ค๐ค๐ป
(warning - mentions of bio kids/birth/nursing + etc!)
HARUKA SAKURA - goes from the panicked dad to the dad who can handle five children at once...
His first year of parenthood is mainly... chaos. It's him struggling to change a diaper with less than six baby wipes. It's him going on patrol with spit up on his shirt. It's falling asleep as soon as his head his the pillow, barely any spare moments left in the day to spend with you without baby by your sides.
His third year of parenthood, however? His third year has him with two kids on his hip and one hanging off his back, all while he's in the kitchen warming up bottles and scrambling eggs for lunch with enough time once everyone's down for a nap for him to sneak you into your bedroom to spend a surprise hour under the sheets.
It doesn't matter if the kids are his or not, he runs his household like a preschool military... even if, at the end of the day, he can't tell you how he managed to do it. Sakura always knows where every kid is stationed in the house, what they're all doing and want to do next, and who needs a meal or a nap or anything in between. It's like he's psychic of sorts, because one kid could just be popping out of their bedroom and he'd already have their milk and afternoon snacks at the ready.
He's also a miracle at handling fights and spats, able to sit down every single child involved and help them talk it out before making them apologize. It's almost as though he was made to be a dad... if his main purpose on earth wasn't already... fighting people?
(It makes sense, though; he's grown to be such a peace keeper.
That being said, just because he can handle five kids at once doesn't mean they can handle him. He can really be Mr. Tough Love sometimes, especially to kids that aren't his own and don't yet know he means everything with love.)
(Also, he will jog around the neighborhood with a stroller lmao, or power walk with the youngest on his back. The neighborhood ladies LOVE him. Keep him locked up for his own safety. Eventual dilf.)
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HAYATO SUO - the dad to an extremely fussy baby...
Suo being the type of man that he is (and has always been)... you never would've guessed that one of the few things able to sway such an infallible man could be his very own baby.
That first year after your... very expressive... daughter is born is mostly spent with Suo in shambles. Neither of you are sure if it's just the lack of sleep and all the other emotions that come with being a first time dad that are making him so flustered when he can't figure out why she's crying or what she wants... or if your daughter really is just that powerful to have the almost-always-unfazed Suo so pissed at a piece of broccoli for simply existing under his daughter's nose.
Every patrol around town or date night or time spent without your daughter on his lap is time he spends PONDERING how he can master the whole... "being a good dad" thing. One of the few things he's not able to immediately master and pull off with grace.
He eentually gets the hang of it though, once his kids grow into their security and start acting just like him.
(For every kid you have, there's at least a year spent like this. No matter how much he's learned or how easy it becomes for him to read his children, it's like the process resets as soon another bugger shows up.
Of course, all his kids are born fussy because HE was a fussy baby. But don't tell him that.)
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KYOTARO SUGISHITA - the "go get my wallet" dad...
Like all the time he spent in Ume's garden during his youth, when Sugishita becomes a dad, the best way he knows how to spoil his girls is by investing every single spare moment of his time at their side... and heeding every. single. one of their requests.
As soon as they're old enough to walk (and no longer need him carrying them around everywhere, which he is devastated about, btw)... he's not only trailing behind them everywhere, but also insisting they get whatever their little hearts could desire.
...which sometimes means he's secretly pulling out his wallet and paying off the employee at the zoo to let them stay another hour after their tickets expire... and sometimes means he's coming home from the grocery store with three extra bags of snacks and four, brand new toys.
(This indulgence of his does not go away even as they age. If his daughters want a caviar bento every day for lunch, they're getting that caviar bento no matter what. No matter the cost. No matter the labor. And yes, before you ask, he makes their lunches too.)
Discipline also doesn't really exist for this guy, it's lowkey embarrassing because YOU WOULD THINK it would, wouldn't you?
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MITSUKI KIRYU - the dad whose kid ends up wearing mad drip to day care...
You know those memes that sometimes come around that are like... "hispter" or "swaggy" baby? Kiryu ends up with one of those, sort of... unintentionally, even if the outfits don't stop when you point out how much needless concern he has for his son's fashion.
(It's not even that he's trying to make your child is fashionable... it's just how naturally good he is at buying clothes; he always comes home from the department store with a whole ensemble rather than just the two or three pairs of shirts and pants you asked for.
It's a little... self-conscious-making, honestly... to walk into a preschool with the nicest dressed toddler in tow, wearing clothes even he doesn't care about, and that are obviously going to get dirty the second he starts playing in the dirt (which he does, practically the second you let go of his hand. He's a wanderer, lol.)
Not that Kiryu cares a thing about your baby making a mess in his specially chosen, mini flannel (not that I need to say so, but he does his share of laundry)... but when all the other kids are in regular leggings and Minecraft t-shirts... it's definitely sort of funny that yours wears baby converse and button-ups.
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HAJIME UMEMIYA - picture man dad
Not only does Ume have pictures of all his kids happiest moments and biggest milestones, he has pictures of every second in between:
Pictures from between your legs of your baby literally being born, videos of the next one crowning. Pictures of your kid's first poop, or of their diaper rash from when he panicked and tried to emergency contact your doctor. Pictures from the first night they slept in their big kid beds, to pictures of their first (and worst) pimples.
He's lowkey (highkey) a vlog dad without the youtube channel; similarly, he also tries to record everything. Birthdays, sibling fashion shows, nighttime routines, wake-ups on holidays, fights, YOU NAME IT, he's pulling out his phone.
You honestly wouldn't think he does anything with the pictures but sometimes you find him asleep in bed just going through everything... he loves his kiddos that much <3
(He never forgets to take pictures of you both, either. Mostly you, but also some of the moments you're together, like your outfits or when you're on a date. He wants to be able to hold on to his memories forever, and give his kids something to remember you both by when they grow up.)
(Almost everyone has him muted on social media too except for Sugi lmaooo because he posts way. too. many. pictures and writes 500 word captions even over something as small as a lost tooth...)
(And lmao, he has at least one kid who is always ready to strike a pose, and in fact, does strike a pose whenever there's a camera out.)
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JO TOGAME - the most hands-on father who will NOT put his child down...
For Togame... fatherhood essentially turns him into a willing jungle gym... likely due to the fact that when your baby was first born, he happily took on the night feeds and changings and often fell asleep in the armchair right next their crib just waiting for the next time he could hold them...
But you know those dads you sometimes see out in public, who play with their kids the way they'd play with a monkey? No sooner than he's finally able to is he holding your child up on his shoulders or swinging them around by the ankles like a sack of potatoes every time they're together; causing you to have a heart attack whenever you witness it, and everyone in the general vicinity with a shitty partner to ask how you "got him to be so involved with raising with your kids."
(Of the two of you, he's actually the one who gets antsy when people who aren't close to either of you ask to see or touch the baby. He's the one who hovers cautiously when his cousins pester you about letting them have a turn holding the baby, or when another relative makes a joke about you hiding them from family when you just went off to nurse in private. He is Pissed and is not afraid to express that lmao.)
It's really a blessing and a curse... because on one hand it's sooo sweet to watch them together... but then on another, your child is just, if not more, clingy than him... and cries louder than any other kid in the room when Togame finally lets go of the hug on their first day of preschool.)
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