THE GIRL DAD HCs IM SO SIXJEJXJSXNSH PLEASE CAN I REQ A PART TWO WITH KAGEYAMA AND ATSUMU π₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ήπ₯Ή (I think Hinata would work super well too big sun and little sun WAAAH or osamu and his little girl in the kitchen or counter watching him cook with a little apron and chef hat of her own AWHGH)
The way you wrote ushijima too OUHHHH IM KICKING MY FEET SO BADDD HES SOOOOO IM WAILING
girl dads pt. 2 (various x y/n)
characters featured: tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, shoyo hinata, osamu miya
a/n: ARGHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCHCHCHCHCH
I LOVE UR IDEAS SO MUCH IM JS GONNA CASUALLY USE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM UGH I LOVE THIS SOSOSOOS MUCH THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN!!!!!
part 1 is right here btw!!
when this guy first became a dad, he had absolutely no idea what to do. and the poor guy was terrified.
"...is she supposed to be sleeping this much?" he'd ask you, unsure about why your newborn was asleep almost the entirety of the day. and every time, you'd simply sigh and smile softly in response. "yes, love, she is. she's all good, i promise you."
but at the same time, he does his very best to be there for the both of you, even if it means having to read tons of books about infants and babies and parenting.
during press conferences and after matches, he prefers not to have your daughter in front of all the crowds because he's scared of overwhelming her with all the reporters, cameras, and sounds.
however, you and her are almost always at his games, supporting from the sides, with your daughter wearing her favorite pink noise cancelling headphones as she watched.
every time tobio appeared on the big screen, she'd always giggle, look up at you, and proudly exclaim, "look, look, that's dada!" before frowning slightly in confusion and asking, "mama, why he so big?"
even though tobio prefers being more private with his family and personal life, there are marks of his daughter everywhere if one looked hard enough.
for example, once, your daughter had drawn little hearts all over his white volleyball shoes (the very pair he was going to use for a match that evening), and he'd just worn them. he'd looked once at the design, frowned for a moment, nodded, and wore them without a care in the world.
another time, his warm up bag had a small brown bear keychain attached to it. the keychain absolutely did not belong to him. and everyone noticed that.
finally, before each game that you and your daughter couldn't watch in person, tobio had a tradition of just looking at his lockscreen, which was a photo of you and your daughter. if he didn't do that, he really couldn't play his best. he always needed to be reminded of the 2 girls that he did everything for.
as your daughter grew up, she quickly adopted her dad's love for volleyball, and soon enough, even though she was still a little too young to properly play, you would watch your husband and daughter spend their weekends rewatching game footage.
your daughter would be on tobio's lap, fully invested in watching one of tobio's past matches currently being displayed on the tv.
"..okay, if you look here, does it look like he'll hit a line or cross shot here?" he asked, pausing the game to show a hitter's approach.
and the slightly awkward but incredibly proud grin he gave her as a response reminded you exactly why you loved being a parent alongside tobio.
atsumu loves physical touch and loves carrying his little girl everywhere. after all, what's the point of working out and training his body if not to be able to carry his daughter around whenever?
he has a grudge against strollers and baby carriers because he needs to be the one holding his daughter, not some metal and plastic with wheels.
very unfortunately for you, your daughter has also began to prefer her dad's arms to any other form of transportation. so when you had to bring her somewhere on your own, she would have issues against her stroller.
"no, me want dada. dada carry me. can you carry me, mama? pretty please?" she'd plead stubbornly, a pout on her lips and her arms raised up in the universal toddler symbol for 'pick me up right now'.
see, you weren't weak, and you also loved carrying your daughter! but you did not have the stamina or physical capacities of the professional volleyball player that was your husband.
it genuinely amazed you how long he could carry her sometimes. you'd be out on a walk in the park, and she'd be happily perched on his shoulders, enjoying the view from such a high angle.
"dada, i'm sooo tall!" "yes, ya are, darling. so much taller than little old me." she giggled, tugging on his hair. "oops, not so hard on the hair, princess." and she immediately obeyed, loosening her hold. "sorry, dada. are you okay?" he chuckled, glancing up at her. "mhmm. don't worry 'bout me. but play gentle, mkay?"
when it came to volleyball, he would constantly show her off to the public, and she loved the attention. at press conferences, she'd be on his lap and tap him on the shoulder urgently, saying, "dada, look, there's a camera! say cheese!"
and of course, he'd immediately look towards where she'd be pointing, grinning at the camera for a quick photo. he'd plant a soft kiss onto the top of her head before continuing to answer questions.
speaking of answering questions, he loves when reporters ask about you or his daughter. his eyes truly light up at the opportunity to talk about his favorite people in the world.
"how i balance personal life with my volleyball career? well, i mean, i don't like thinkin' of them as two different things; to me, my wife and daughter are a part of everythin' i do. they're the best things to ever happen to me, and 'm so grateful for them. yeah, i love volleyball, but they're the ones who motivate me to even get up in the mornin'. i wouldn't be where i am at all without them."
his daughter is literally just a mini version of him. your genes didn't even try.
think tiny orange curls and the warmest brown eyes. you looked at baby pictures of your husband the other day, and they looked identical to your daughter now.
but the similarities didn't stop with just appearances. your daughter is the most extroverted, friendly, sunshine personified girl ever, and it's not even a question.
if you're walking out on the street, she's waving at anyone and everyone.
"hello, miss! you look very boo-tee-ful today!"
"mama, look at the puppy! puppy, can we be friends, please?"
she has the biggest heart as well, caring about the tiniest things. once, she saw a neighbor's dog sleeping on the lawn, and she grabbed some leaves to put over the paw that was ever so slightly uncovered and in the sun.
and she immediately ran back into your house, found shoyo, completely wrapped her little arms around his leg, and grinned up at him, clearly proud of herself. "dada, i helped a doggy! his paw was... was in the sun, but i put leaves! so his paw won't get hot!"
and shoyo immediately grinned right back at her, carrying her onto his lap. "really? that's so kind of you, sweetheart! the doggy will definitely appreciate that."
she looked so happy to be receiving his praise, just as shoyo was once, eager to receive praise and recognition from just about anyone.
your daughter also took shoyo's love for the beach. those few years playing beach volleyball in brazil made him love it, but practically as soon as your daughter was out of the womb, she was already playing with sand and giggling while watching waves crash against the shore.
this meant that your family visited the beach a lot, and every time, you'd just sit back and watch your husband and daughter look for crabs, build sandcastles, and laugh every few seconds in that same bright, bubbly way.
when it came to the public, shoyo was super proud of his daughter. she'd join for press conferences, even getting to answer questions directed to her.
"miss hinata, what do you think about how your daddy played today?" a reporter asked once, attempting to act fully serious despite the amusement evident in his eyes.
your daughter hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. "very well! my dada's the best!" she finally exclaimed, but of course, she had to end with a compliment. "thank you for the question, mister reporter!"
by the end of the conference, reporters would come up to you on the side and talk about your daughter nonstop.
"she's like a walking ray of sunshine! how'd you and shoyo get her to be like that?"
"thank you. shoyo and i did our best to raise her, but the whole ray of sunshine thing? she got it all from her dad."
for osamu, there were many things that came with having a daughter: competition, free marketing, and a new sous chef.
first off, the second your daughter could crawl on her own, atsumu had already invited himself over, challenging osamu to see who she loved more.
so the two of them stood on opposite ends of the room, and you gently placed your daughter on the floor right in the middle of the two of them.
they tried again. and again. and again.
but as much as your daughter loved her uncle, she was a daddy's girl for life. and so, atsumu stood no chance at all.
some other inarizaki alumni tried too, and they all lost. so the competition aspect was very, very fun for osamu.
the free marketing aspect was cool as well. it all started when your daughter had randomly put on his far too big 'onigiri miya' hat. he'd taken a picture and posted it casually on the restaurant's social media, not expecting much of it.
next thing he knew, his notifications were blowing up as the public went insane over that picture.
looking back, it absolutely made sense. a baby toddler perched on a kitchen counter, grinning ear to ear as she wore a hat that almost completely covered her eyes? of course it caught people's attention.
after that, whenever you and your daughter were available, he'd get the two of you to sit at a table very strategically placed right by the window to the restaurant. you thought it ridiculous at first, but after seeing family after family point, smile, and end up eating a meal at the restaurant, you realized just how effective it was.
but osamu quickly realized that his little girl was even better in the kitchen.
the first time, it had happened completely accidentally. she'd just wandered into the kitchen, tugged gently on osamu's apron, and asked, "can i help you, dada?"
and well, who was he to say no to that?
so the next hour was spent teaching her to mix sauces together, sprinkle salt and pepper, and of course, taste test.
your little girl was so focused the whole time, clearly delighted to be helping her dad out with his job. and osamu loved it all even more.
the next few days, however, this became a whole routine. your daughter was such a fast learner, and she remembered every detail of the instructions given to her.
at some point, she even started asking for an apron and chef hat of her own, and osamu immediately replied, "anythin' for the best chef of the house."
so yes, the benefits that came with having a daughter were pretty cool. but the best part by far was his daughter herself. the other perks didn't even come close to his little girl who he'd give anything for.
