#dad!suna

she pouts at him, flashing him a lethal set of puppy eyes akin to yours. he sighs and scrubs his face with his hands, “if i entertain this, and you steal my spot, so help me god-“

“i won’t,” she says softly. “please?”

rintaro sighs.

he swings his legs out of bed and ushers kaiya to lead the way, “go on then. let’s go.” he follows her closer to the doorway, and you raise your brows in surprise as she actually brings her dad to the doorway.

only to then cackle when she darts to your bed, trying to get under the covers.

“YOU LITTLE-“

“i want to cuddle with mommmmm!”

“SO DO I!”

kaiya squeals as rintaro grabs her ankle and drags her to the edge of the bed, picking her up into his arms while she flails and screams in protest. you hear him ranting in the hallway over kaiya’s whines and giggles to be put down, “you damn kids, you’re lucky i don’t call uncle shinsuke to straighten your asses out. you wake up your sisters i swear to all the unholy gods-“

you shake your head and turn back to the tv-

only to smile fondly as a familiar face pokes his head from the doorway.

akito is quick to rush into rintaro’s warm spot, smiling in content as you open your arm for him to cuddle into your side. you kiss his head and scratch his scalp, letting him melt against you.

“you know he’s gonna have a conniption,” you hum.

“he should know better than to leave his spot unattended.”

you snort and let him cuddle closer, “my baby boy, what am i gonna do with you?”

“uhm, give me all your attention?”

“you always have my attention-“

“you’re joking.” rintaro stands in the doorway in disbelief, and you hear akito snicker in satisfaction. “you little freak.”

“it’s mom-akito time, back off,” your son says, clinging to you closer.

“you know, there was a time when you liked me the best,” your husband hisses.

“i don’t miss those days,” you titter. rintaro glares playfully.

“those days are gone, father. mom is mom.”

once again, rintaro scrubs his face with his hands, “i’m not dealing with this, i’m sleeping on the couch.” he turns on his heel to stalk down the hallway; you hear akito sigh and stir slightly.

“dad, wait,” he says. rintaro pauses and turns back to his bedroom, blinking unamused at his son. “don’t forget your pillow,” he reminds, tossing the fluffed pillow at his father.

“What about me?” his eyes refuse to leave the little lady he cradles, “This is my first time holding a day-old baby. Isn’t uncle doing great, too?”

“They’re two days old,” Suna deadpans, “and I’m docking you ten uncle points for that stupid comment.”

Atsumu’s jaw drops slightly in shock at the newfound punishment. He immediately backtracks, “I’m kidding, jeez.” 

The baby in his hold doesn't open her eyes, but she manages to crinkle her nose in her half-slumber. Her scrunchy little body takes an extra strong inhale, resulting in what Atsumu thinks is the softest babble he’s ever heard. It softens something inside of him—something he didn't even know he had.

“Obviously your ma did great, look at you two,” his pupils grow like saucers as he swoons between the baby in his arms and her twin in his twin’s. “Sucks that stinky Sunarin is your old man, though.”

Osamu would swat his brother if it weren’t for the two precious bundles of cargo they both hold. He settles for kissing his teeth in distaste. “Fuckin’ language, ‘Tsumu.”

“Huh? I said suck, you just said fuckin—”

Suna scoffs from beside you. “Enough, you’re already contaminating them with your stupid.” 

Impossible, you think. They could never be contaminated, nor stupid. They’re two little unexpected blessings who could do no wrong—though you’re sure Mama Miya said the same thing about her set of twins. You can’t find it in yourself to care. No matter the tough pregnancy, painful labor, or rowdy uncles, they’re the best surprise you could’ve asked for.

Atsumu’s pointer finger slightly shakes as he lifts it before your daughter’s face, using it softly to boop her nose. 

“Her nose looks like a tiny button,” he declares with a giddy grin. 

Like he just won the lottery, his brother instantly perks up with an identically contagious excitement. 

“I was just thinkin’ the same thing! Her’s does, too!”

“Weird,” Suna hums earnestly, before the sarcasm laces its way between his syllables, “maybe it’s ‘cause they’re twins.”

If there weren't two sets of tiny ears in the room, the brothers would be groaning in disgust and hurling insults your husband's way. Instead, they choose to quietly scoff and hiss, reminding themselves to be cautious of the sisters they carry. 

“Don’t even talk to us about twins, ya scrub.”

“Right! We practically invented twins.”

After a whole ten minutes of gawking at the teeny twins, Osamu slightly turns to his brother. 

“Switch with me, ‘Tsumu.” 

The blonde immediately agrees with excitement, as if the baby in Osamu’s arms will look, act, or in any way exist differently from the one in his. The two uncles clumsily fiddle with the bundles in hand, figuring out the best way to trade babies without dropping one. 

You subconsciously wince as your body tenses up with newfound anxiety. You suppose this is what a mother’s instinct feels like.

You can’t stop yourself from speaking up, “Careful of their necks, support their heads.”

“We got it,” Atsumu idly reassures you—even though he voluntarily offered that this was his first time holding a baby just a few minutes prior. 

They successfully trade babies. Osamu brings a calloused finger to your daughter’s face, allowing his roughened thumb to barely skim her creamy cheek. 

“This is so cool,” he flashes a toothy grin, “you guys have daughters.”

“Thank god,” you tiredly tease. “Too much testosterone around here with you three, I needed some girls.”

Atsumu nods in agreement, not even batting an eye at your lighthearted banter. 

“I’m still bitter that they aren’t named after us, but…” his words trail off as his finger is engulfed in the entire palm of your daughter, “I guess this is cool, too.” 

You swear the Miyas are sniffling and misty-eyed, practically seconds away from bawling like the newborn babies they hold. It's a good look on them—new, but precious nonetheless. 

 “At least you guys look like your mom. Because yikes, if you looked like your dad, that’d be—”

“Fifty uncle points. Now hand them over.”

Osamu’s face drops in pure shock when Rin responds to his teasing remark. You feel a sudden sense of deja-vu. Something about the whiplash that comes with this family you’ve created—from crying out of joy one moment to hurling insults the next, you wouldn't have it any other way. 

The twins think your husband is bluffing until he stands up and comes to collect his daughters. 

Atsumu greedily curls the baby in towards his chest, “He was just kidding—” 

Suna cuts him off with his usual deadpan tone. 

“Seventy-five, and now they hate you,” the babies gurgle and coo as he lifts them both and nuzzles them beneath each arm, “See? They just told me so.” 

The older twins whine, already missing the delicate weight of the sleepy frames in their hold. 

Though they’d rather die than admit it, maybe they are a bit jealous of this new chapter the two of you have entered. It has Osamu dreamily considering working up the nerve to ask his wife if she’s ready to start trying soon. Has Atsumu thinking about redownloading that lousy dating app to start his own journey. 

The thought of it brings a sour look to his face, so naturally, he sends it Suna’s way. “You’re no fun, Suna. Fatherhoods already changin’ you.”

Suna places the babies in their matching hospital cradles, side by side on their backs as they squirm in their sleep. He drowns out the sound of the twins in the back—muffled voices of ‘They already like me better’ and ‘I’m gonna be a better babysitter than yer dumb ass,’ ricocheting in the background. 

In his own little world, Suna finds himself taking a moment to admire his babies. His daughters. 

“Don't listen to them, I’m fun,” Suna whispers into the cradles, just loud enough for the three of them to hear. He’s more so convincing himself, but they don’t need to know that just yet. 

He is fun, and he’s going to be fine. Because he has you, and now, he has them. 

“But I am grateful that my girls look like their pretty mama.”

“yeah that’s right!! come on, you got this baby!!”, he had his hands out in front of her as she continued walking forward, he was scared she’d trip or fall while walking. “lets surprise mommy, yeah?” he says, making a trail to the bathroom.

his daughter followed him till his back hit the bathroom door, and when you opened it, you were confused till your eyes reached the ground, seeing your husband squatting with his arms out, and your baby standing and balancing on her own two feet for the first time. “oh my god! did she-“ you didn’t even get to finish his sentence, “yup.” he said proudly, “that’s my girl”, he brings his hand up to her, and she gives him a small high five, slightly missing the palm of his hand and instead high-fived his fingers instead.

he turns to you then back to his daughter, “c’mon, why don’t we show mommy some more ?”, he says, carrying her in his arms and bringing her to the living room, where he placed her down as she continued to show the two of you how she walks.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU -

he is very energetic and happy. he doesn’t notice it at first cause he’s too busy looking at one of his daughter’s toys, picking it up and just curiously staring at it. then just right above his eyes he sees his daughter walking and he drops everything in his hands and just stares in shock.

“y/n ? y/n !!” he yells, and from across the hall you start walking over to him, “what’s wrong ?” you say, and you look down to see your daughter waddling towards her dad.

“oh my god.”, as you say that, his eyes lit up. bringing his hands to carry up his daughter, “she did it!!! she learnt how to walk!!”, he carries her on his shoulders, bringing her around the house, running around as she giggles.

you watch from afar and admire your husband entertaining your daughter, he runs back into the room, dropping her on her bed. “good job baby!!!” he says, grinning straight at her, as she begins clapping her hands. then he turns to look at you, giving you a gentle smile. 

KITA SHINSUKE -

normally you take care of the baby whilst kita does chores outside the farm, but while you were hanging up your clothes to dry by the sun, kita had to feed the baby.

reading the ingredients and instructions for the baby food- he carefully followed them, and without even knowing, his baby toddler son was slowly walking towards him. and stunned to say the least- kita slightly jumped- taking a minute to process.

his eyes widened at the sight, calling for your name. he started smiling and told him to carefully walk towards you.

doing as his dad told him to do- your son came waddling to you like a little penguin. kita quickly grabbed the polaroid camera sitting on top of the kitchen counter and snapped a photo of your son walking towards you for the first time.

when the polaroid picture started printing, he took it off and while the ink was spreading around, he admired your beauty and smiled at the sight of his family.

AKAASHI KEIJI -

you two are actually preparing for this moment- you were holding the small infant by the arms, trying to guide your son to walking.

akaashi was holding an old vintage aesthetic digital camera, vlogging the entire thing.

“c’mon!! go walk to daddy”, you signaled a little wave and pointed your finger towards keiji, signaling for your son to walk towards him.

your son didn’t quite seem to get the hint, so you just gave up with a shrug and small pout, “babe c’mon! let me try”, keiji said, carefully passing you the camera, you held up the camera to video your husband holding your son, “is it on?” keiji asks, you give a nod.

“c’mon boy, walk to mommy? just try at least please..” he says, your son nods and attempts to stand up, keiji supporting his every move, “you got this.. just walk straight to her” he whispers, the infant slowly stands up, walking carefully, your mouth opening more and more every time he takes a step. “that’s it, go straight to mommy, alright?” your husband faintly whispers, trying to not jinx it but also motivating the small boy at the same time.

you came back out to the living room to find your husband still on the phone with his teammate, pressuring him. your daughter’s dressed and ready to go. the only one left is you, you’re almost done getting ready.

if you remember correctly, the sakusas were invited, but a prior engagement took precedence, which is why komori has his nephew. the invitation extended out to everyone, but one knows when they are being intrusive.

“rin,” you whisper into his ear. “you’re sleeping out here tonight if you keep this up.”

suna ignores you. “how about…”

guess he chooses to. you know he’ll camp out in his daughter’s room, but you’re going to make sure he sleeps out here.

“risa, i’m going to finish getting ready. hang up daddy’s call if you can. if you do, i’ll let you play pokemon on his phone,” you tell your daughter, lifting her and placing her on suna’s lap, hoping it’ll throw him off. then leave to head to the bedroom.

you don’t approve of what he’s doing, even if it’s for shits and giggles. it’s setting a bad example for the kids, making and letting them think it’s okay to throw food in others’ faces.

if any of them hear about the incident, all the kids will end up playing with their food. 

it’s funny when osamu first told the story. however, it got old pretty fast. sakusa’s son most likely forgot about it. 

but atsumu… he never forgets, forever holding a grudge against… a kid. 

it may be hard to believe how a grown man can be scared of a child. he would never admit it. to top it off, atsumu probably deserved it to begin with. 

he’ll know soon enough. he has one of his own. you smile at the fact knowing osamu will teach his nephew well.

along with your husband.

then again, your husband shouldn’t be hounding his teammate, who also happens to be a family member, to bring someone else’s child when his parents aren’t going to be there.

komori changes the subject. “look at risa. she’s looking more and more like y/n.”

suna looks down to see his daughter grinning at him. “say hi, risa.”

risa waves into the phone while suna kisses the top of her head. 

she sneakily sticks a hand up towards the phone to hit the red button on the screen, but suna moves it out of her reach.

komori doesn’t like to break promises, especially to the little guy. “i promised i’d watch a movie with my nephew.” 

“don’t you need to get food anyway?”

komori tightens the lid on the sippy cup. “yes, but-”

“osamu will make those animal onigiri he likes.”

upon hearing her uncle’s name, risa chimes in, “daddy! i’m hungry.”

you’re back outside after hearing your daughter’s cry. suna dodges your failure of an attempt to swat at him when you see he’s still on the call. 

“grow up,” you say under your breath.

“sorry, suna. you should listen to your daughter and get going.” komori grabs a bowl of rice crackers and walks out of the kitchen. his nephew is sitting on the sofa with headphones on. “i don’t think it's a good idea because you’re using the kid for a prank.”

if komori is going to be difficult, as a last attempt, he blurts out, “hand him the phone.”

the other end is quiet. “he hasn’t interacted with you before.”

“so?”

“what are you going to say to him?” komori’s guessing his nephew will ignore suna. 

“what’s he listening to?”

“a storybook.”

risa tries to end the call again, but suna holds her hands down with one of his.

“never mind,'' suna sighs. “what are you watching that‘s so important?”

komori hesitates before answering, “the good dinosaur.”

“why?” suna’s brow furrows. “isn’t it the one where-“

your daughter tugs on her dad's shirt. “i want to watch too.”

“yes. he’s watched it numerous times,” komori adds.

“okay, it sucked. ditch the movie.”

komori laughs, “no can do.”

“don’t tell me he cried at the part where the dad-”

your daughter cried there too. their brains are wired differently at that age. every time you asked her about it, she gets all sniffly, saying she doesn’t want daddy to go away. 

komori cuts in before suna can say further. “yes, yes! don’t say it out loud. we have the little ones present.”

facepalming yourself at your husband’s lack of a filter, you grab the phone out of his hand. “enjoy the movie. we’ll talk later. bye, komori.”

handing the phone to your daughter, she ends the call after saying, “bye bye.”

a huge grin stretches across risa’s face. “now can i play pokemon, daddy?”

you snicker, feeling your husband’s eyes boring holes at the back of your head as you walk to the bedroom. 

he does it to you all the time, but he can never say no to her.

“sure, cutie pie,” suna answers.

it’s on his phone for his daughter to play with, just like how it’s on yours. he opens the app for her. knowing they are nowhere near a pokestop, he activates an incense just in case and to keep her busy for a few minutes. 

“daddy, there’s a jigglypuff.”

he glances at the screen. “gotta catch ‘em all.”

suna watches his daughter continuously throwing the pokeballs. after a couple tries, she finally does. 

risa lets out a gleeful laugh, “i caught it! i caught it!”

he faintly remembers you saying something to him, but he doesn’t recall what it is.

“good job, sweet pea.” he fixes a few strands of her hair out of place. “stay here, i’m going to go talk to mommy.”

after receiving a hug from her dad, risa moves over to the other cushion.

when he enters the bedroom, his pillows and a blanket sit in a pile on the corner of the bed. “babe?”

“don’t babe me.” your voice echoes from the bathroom. you dab a small amount of perfume behind your ears and put the top back into the crystal bottle. 

suna enters the bathroom and slips his arms around your waist from behind and draws you back against his chest. “why did you pile the pillows up?”

“guess you didn’t get the memo.” you reach over to grab your bracelet off the vanity top. 

a pout forms on his face. “i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying.”

“why are you dead set on making friends with someone else’s kid to make another’s life miserable?” you wave the bracelet around.

suna takes the bracelet from you and drapes it over your wrist, pulling the clasp around to fasten it. “it’s hard to explain.”

you stare at him in the mirror. “are you trying to set our daughter up?”

he turns you around to face him. 

“oh, she’s not dating anyone until i say so.” he’s not letting anyone near his baby girl. there’s no worry from his end. he’ll scare everyone away. he’ll have to be out of the picture like arlo’s dad. but he plans to stick around for a long time. give her all the hugs she wants and needs. spend time with her. be there for her. most importantly, embarrass her every opportunity he gets. 

good, because you don't think the sakusas will appreciate it either, but he has to let go at some point. “you mean until i say so?”

“no, you heard me correctly the first time.”

“oh?” you raise your eyebrows, poking him on the nose affectionately. “then how’d you get past my father?”

“it’s all about respect,” he answers smoothly.

respect, you repeat in your head, laughing softly to yourself. yes, but it’s far from. your parents know all about him and his reputation. after a lot of talking, a lot of persuading, and a lot of listening, it turns out to be finding common ground, which is you. 

eventually, they got to know him, even though it took awhile.

“sorry to burst your bubble, but it was my mother who told him to go easy on you,” you say quietly, leaning back and tipping his chin until his gaze meets yours. “also, i can get past you so easily.” 

when you lean in to kiss him, you hear faint snickering and giggling behind him, but choose to ignore it.

“oi! suna, stop kissing y/n and get yer ass down here!”

you break the kiss and peek around him to see your daughter holding up his phone with facetime active. on the screen is the blond twin with a smug look on his face.

leave it to your daughter to inherit being a phone junkie from her dad.

it’s the worst, being caught by your daughter and him.

suna doesn’t move an inch, but his arms tighten around you. “now you know why i want to make friends with sakusa’s son.”