#dad!tsukishima

characters: tsukishima | wc idk | genre. pure fluff !|cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, angsty. etc teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

The school day had dragged on forever. Your back hurt, your feet were swollen, and you were fairly certain your math teacher had a personal vendetta against pregnant teenagers.

By the time you and Tsukishima reached your neighborhood, the sun was setting — painting everything in muted golds that somehow made your exhaustion feel heavier. He was walking beside you, earbuds dangling around his neck, hands shoved deep into his pockets. You’d been quiet most of the way, lost in your thoughts.

“You’re walking slower,” he finally muttered, not looking at you.

“Wow, what an observation,” you shot back, though your voice came out more tired than teasing.

He sighed, stopping mid-step. “Give me your bag.”

You blinked. “What?”

“Your bag, genius.” He gestured impatiently.

You hesitated, clutching the strap tighter. “It’s fine, Kei. I can carry it—”

“You’re literally carrying a human,” he interrupted, eyes narrowing. “Just give it.”

The annoyance in his tone made you want to argue, but the ache in your shoulders won. You handed it over, muttering a quiet thanks.

The two of you resumed walking, the sound of cicadas buzzing around you.

It wasn’t exactly romantic — you were sweaty, exhausted, and hormonal — but in its own way, it felt... comforting. Tsukishima didn’t say much, but every so often, he’d glance over as if checking that you were still okay.

When you reached your house, you sat down on the front steps, sighing in relief. Tsukishima dropped your bag beside you and hovered awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure if he should sit too.

“You can sit, you know,” you said without looking up.

“I was deciding if I should,” he replied, tone dry.

“Such a tough choice.”

He snorted and sat beside you anyway, stretching his long legs out. For a few minutes, neither of you spoke. You could hear a dog barking somewhere down the street. Kids laughing. The world kept moving — but for you, everything felt like it had slowed down, trapped in this weird in-between of being a kid and being someone’s mom.

“I hate how everyone looks at us,” you said quietly.

Tsukishima’s gaze shifted toward you.

“At school,” you continued. “Like they’re waiting for us to mess up. Or like we already did.”

He leaned back, resting his elbows on his knees. “They’re idiots.”

“Yeah, but they’re loud idiots.”

He hummed in agreement, his expression unreadable. “Let them talk. They don’t know anything.”

You gave a soft laugh, bitter and small. “You say that like it’s easy.”

He turned to you then, eyes sharp but soft around the edges. “It’s not,” he admitted. “But if you spend all your energy worrying about people who don’t matter, you’ll burn out before you even get to meet him.”

You blinked. It wasn’t the kind of comforting line most people would give — but it was very him. Practical, a little harsh, but laced with care.

“He, huh?” you said after a pause, smiling faintly. “You’re talking like you already know him.”

Tsukishima’s lips quirked into a tiny smirk. “Maybe I do. He already kicks like a brat, so.”

You rolled your eyes. “Takes after his dad, clearly.”

He scoffed, but didn’t argue. Instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small — a wrapped rice cracker.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you.

You frowned. “Did you just randomly have a rice cracker?”

“Yamaguchi gave me snacks. Said pregnant people need ‘extra nutrition’ or something.” He made air quotes, looking vaguely embarrassed.

You couldn’t help it — you laughed. “That’s actually… really sweet.”

“Yeah, well, don’t make it weird.”

You ate the cracker in silence, the salty flavor oddly comforting. When you were done, you leaned your head against his shoulder. He stiffened, as expected, but didn’t move away.

“I’m scared, Kei,” you murmured.

His jaw tightened. “I know.”

“I don’t know if I’ll be good at this. At… being a mom.”

He was quiet for a long time before he finally spoke. “I don’t know if I’ll be good at being a dad either.”

You looked up at him. His eyes were fixed on the horizon — golden and distant — but his voice was low, raw.

“But,” he continued, “I’m trying. I think that’s gotta count for something.”

You smiled softly, resting a hand over your belly. “It does.”

He glanced down at your hand, then covered it with his own. His touch was awkward — unsure — but steady.

And even with the weight of everything pressing down on both of you — the stares, the whispers, the future — for a moment, it didn’t feel unbearable.

Because Tsukishima was still there. Still trying. Still holding on.

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 !!

synopsis: every moon has their own star. and tsukishima loves his little star the best

— warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, dad!tsukishima, made up name for his babygirl (literally just used google translate huhu forgive me 🙏)

tsukishima used to tolerate his mornings rather than enjoy them. when he met you, it started to become something he enjoyed, most especially when you both moved together and he got to wake up seeing you deep in comfortable slumber beside him, bodies entwined.

there was always something peaceful in the mornings— the soft muffled chirps of voyaging birds, the gentle glow of the sun basking your body through the window, his tired body pinning him down beside you, his muscles relaxed and melting against your shared bed.

his eyes blink the sleep off, a small yawn leaving his thin lips. you're sound asleep, a hand under your cheek, the other resting limply on his bare waist. tsukishima smiles softly, a hand reaching up to push a strand off your ear.

Bestie…this is beautiful😭like this idea just embodies him like???? It feels 100% how he’d act!! Thank you so much for the request, you’re like a genius!!!

Tw-Kei is nervous about parenthood, pregnant reader, let me know if I missed anything!!

He’s nervous. He’d never expected to be a dad, I mean of course he thought about it but that didn’t mean he was prepared.

When you’d came to him with the little test in your hand practically shoving it into his hands, you were happy, he could tell. All you could ramble about was how cute the baby would be insisting they would be a mama’s boy but he just furrowed his brows holding your waist as you slot yourself between his legs.

“A boy?” He asks sounding amused, “they’re gonna be a girl” he says leaning his chin on your stomach as he looks up to you.

But that was the end of it, he didn’t talk about much more beside teasing you about how his baby was going to be a daddy’s girl.

At night he’d practically worry himself sick over being a bad dad. He found himself scooting underneath the covers pushing your shirt up a little so he could see your belly.

You could feel the cooler air hit your belly causing you to wake up. You felt him gently place his hand on your waist whispering to your belly.

“Hi baby” he whispers, “I’m your daddy, sorry I haven’t talked to you before, but I think I’ve just been a little nervous about being a dad…can you even understand me since your a baby and stuff?”

You giggle a little bringing your hands to his hair scratching his scalp lightly watching as his head shoots out from under the covers, a light pink blush dusting his cheeks.

“What’d you hear?” He asks

“Enough to here you sweet talk the baby, of course they’ll be a daddy’s girl if you continue sweet talking them more than me!” He lets a little smile cross his features and you can feel yourself fall in love with him all over again.

“Also enough to hear you’re nervous about being a da” you smile sadly, “Kei I think you’ll be the best dad, it’s ok to be nervous, that’s normal it doesn’t mean you’ll be a bad dad” he smiles to himself already feeling a little more prepared than he was half an hour ago.

Tsukishima Kei as a Parent

Tsukishima x Reader

Warnings -> Language, very brief mention of sex?

reblogs are appreciated <3

tsukishima kei would be quite an interesting father figure

Tsukishima is smart but he is also very hard working.

characters: tsukishima | wc idk | genre. angst to fluff !| cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, slightly angst, comfort. teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

The rumor starts small.

You hear it in passing—two girls whispering near the lockers when they think you’re out of earshot.

“…I swear, Tsukishima was walking with her yesterday.” “Yeah, the tall one. Blonde. She’s pretty, too.” “Guess things with that girl aren’t going so great anymore…”

You don’t stop walking. You don’t turn around.

But the words sink in anyway.

Her name is Aiko.

You learn that much without trying.

She’s in the second year. Glasses—not like Tsukishima’s, thinner frames. Long hair, always neatly tied. Quiet, smart. The kind of girl teachers trust. The kind of girl people assume makes sense next to someone like him.

You see her a few days later.

You’re waiting near the school gates when Tsukishima exits the building, his bag slung over one shoulder. He’s talking to someone beside him—taller than most girls, laughing softly.

Aiko.

Your chest tightens.

Tsukishima says something dry, and she laughs again, nudging his arm lightly. It’s casual. Familiar.

Too familiar.

He notices you a second later.

“Hey,” he says, walking over like nothing’s wrong. “You’ve been waiting long?”

You force a smile. “Not really.”

Your eyes drift back to her. She’s already walking away, waving once over her shoulder.

Tsukishima follows your gaze, frowning. “What?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “Who was that?”

He shrugs. “Aiko. She’s in my class. Needed help with physics.”

Physics.

Of course.

You nod, but the word lodges itself somewhere ugly in your chest.

It doesn’t stop there.

You see them together more often—before class, after school. Sometimes Yamaguchi is there. Sometimes not.

Tsukishima doesn’t hide it. Which almost makes it worse.

He still walks you home. Still carries your bag. Still presses snacks into your hands with a muttered “eat”. Still rests his hand on your stomach when he thinks you’re tired.

But something inside you shifts.

Because Aiko isn’t pregnant. She isn’t exhausted. She isn’t carrying the weight you are.

And suddenly, the doubts creep in.

You start pulling back without realizing it.

You stop leaning into him as much. You don’t reach for his hand first. You laugh less at his dry comments.

Tsukishima notices—but he doesn’t understand.

“Did I do something?” he asks one afternoon, blunt as ever.

You shake your head too fast. “No.”

He squints. “That wasn’t convincing.”

You look away. “I’m just tired.”

He accepts it—reluctantly—but the tension lingers.

The breaking point comes on a Wednesday.

You’re heading to the nurse’s office when you see them again. Tsukishima and Aiko standing near the stairs. She’s holding a notebook, pointing at something, and Tsukishima leans closer to read it.

Too close.

Your throat tightens. Your stomach twists—not from the baby this time.

You turn away before either of them can see you.

Later that day, Tsukishima finds you sitting alone behind the gym, arms wrapped around yourself.

“Yamaguchi said you skipped lunch,” he says. “Why?”

You don’t answer.

“Y/N.” His voice sharpens. “What’s going on?”

Something in you snaps.

“Do you like her?”

The words come out before you can stop them.

Tsukishima freezes. “What?”

“Aiko,” you say, voice shaking despite yourself. “Do you like her?”

For a moment, he just stares at you like you’ve spoken another language.

“…Are you serious?”

You laugh weakly. “Wow. That bad, huh?”

He steps closer. “Why would you even ask that?”

“Because she’s there all the time,” you blurt out. “Because she’s smart and calm and not… this.” You gesture vaguely at your body. “Because she doesn’t come with baggage and whispers and responsibility.”

His jaw tightens.

“So that’s what this is,” he says quietly.

You feel tears burn behind your eyes. “I see how people look at you. At us. And then I see her, and it just—” Your voice breaks. “I keep thinking you’d be happier if things were… easier.”

Tsukishima exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair.

“Do you know why I help her?” he asks.

You shrug, unable to look at him. “Because you want to.”

“No,” he snaps—and then stops himself. His voice lowers. “Because she reminds me of you.”

That makes you look up.

“She panics when she doesn’t understand something,” he continues. “Gets in her own head. Thinks asking for help makes her weak.” His eyes lock onto yours. “Sound familiar?”

Your chest aches.

“I don’t want ‘easy,’” he says, stepping closer. “Easy doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then why does it feel like I’m losing you?” you whisper.

His expression shifts—something wounded flickering across his face.

“You’re not,” he says immediately. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

You sniffle. “You don’t even look at me the same anymore.”

“That’s bullshit,” he mutters. “I look at you like I’m terrified of screwing this up.”

He hesitates, then places a hand over your stomach, grounding both of you.

“I’m scared too,” he admits. “But not of you. Never of you.”

Your lips tremble. “Then why does it feel like I’m always one mistake away from being left behind?”

His hand tightens just slightly.

“Because you’re human,” he says. “And because this is hard. But don’t project that onto me.”

You laugh softly through tears. “You really suck at comforting.”

“Yeah,” he says. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

He leans down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I chose this,” he murmurs. “I chose you. And I’m still choosing you. Every day.”

Your breath shudders.

“…I’m sorry.”

He sighs. “Yeah. Me too. For not noticing sooner.”

You stay there for a while—no grand resolution, no perfect certainty.

Just two scared teenagers, holding on.

And for now, that’s enough.

characters: tsukishima | wcidk | genre. angst?? fluff !| cw/tags. fluff, teen pregnancy, slightly angst, comfort. teen pregnancy series masterlist here!

By the time you hit the final weeks, everything feels heavier.

Your body. Your thoughts. The silence at night when sleep refuses to come.

Your parents insist Tsukishima stay over.

“It’s just in case,” your mom says gently, like she hasn’t been watching you like a hawk for weeks.

Tsukishima doesn’t argue — which is how you know he’s worried too.

He shows up with an overnight bag that’s clearly been packed and repacked too many times.

“You brought… textbooks?” you ask, staring into it.

“Hospital waiting rooms are boring,” he replies flatly.

“And three hoodies?”

“In case it’s cold.”

“It’s summer.”

“In case I’m cold.”

You laugh softly and let it go.

Your room starts changing in small ways.

The crib is finally assembled, shoved awkwardly into the corner. Diapers stacked neatly. A hospital bag by the door with a sticky note your mom taped on it:

DO NOT FORGET THIS.

Tsukishima reads the note every time he passes it.

“Do you think we forgot something?” he asks for the fourth time that day.

You sigh, easing yourself onto the bed. “Kei, we’ve triple-checked.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s enough.”

At night, he barely sleeps.

You can feel it — the way he shifts, the way his breathing never fully settles.

“You don’t have to stay awake,” you murmur.

He turns onto his side, golden eyes glinting in the dark. “I do.”

“Why?”

“In case something happens.”

You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. “You’ll wake up if it does.”

“…Probably,” he mutters, unconvinced.

One afternoon, you sit on the floor together, surrounded by baby clothes.

Tsukishima folds everything with military precision.

“These are too small,” he says.

“They’re newborn size.”

“That’s ridiculous. He was kicking like he wants out.”

You laugh. “He’s still a baby, Kei.”

He frowns at a tiny sock. “That thing won’t even fit my thumb.”

You watch him carefully place it into the drawer anyway.

The worries come out in pieces.

“What if I mess up during labor?” “What if I panic?” “What if I say the wrong thing?”

You voice them quietly, one by one.

Tsukishima listens, jaw tight.

Then it’s his turn.

“What if I freeze?” he admits one night. “What if I don’t know what to do when you need me?”

You turn to face him. “You already do.”

He scoffs softly. “That’s different.”

“You show up,” you say. “That’s enough.”

He looks at you for a long moment, then nods.

“…Okay.”

Your parents are surprisingly gentle about it all.

Your dad offers Tsukishima rides. Your mom teaches him how to install the car seat — twice.

Tsukishima listens like his life depends on it.

“It kind of does,” he mutters.

The night before your due date, the house is quiet.

You’re curled up in bed, your back aching, when Tsukishima presses a hand to your stomach.

“Hey,” he murmurs. “You almost here?”

The baby kicks — hard.

Tsukishima startles. “…Okay. Aggressive.”

You laugh softly. “He’s ready.”

He swallows.

“So am I,” he says — then corrects himself. “I think.”

You shift closer to him. “We’ll figure it out.”

His arm wraps around you instinctively.

“I know,” he says quietly. “I just… want to do this right.”

You rest your forehead against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“You already are.”

Outside, the world keeps moving — normal, unaware.

Inside that room, everything is waiting.

And for once, Tsukishima doesn’t feel like running.

He feels ready to stay.

Anyways, can I request how Tsukki would react when he sees Hoshi playing with a boy and he thought that was her bf 😭

i think tsukishima would lose his mind bc hes a very protective dad 😭

"who is that boy in our living room and why is he so close to hoshi?"

you turn your head away from the counter, seeing kei discard his necktie and place it aside. you smile, fully facing him to kiss his cheek in acknowledgement.

"welcome home, didn't hear you come in." you say. he places a hand on your waist. "that's kageyama's nephew. he says he wants him to have more of a social life and not end up like him or his sister. so he asked me if he could meet hoshi and i said yes."

kei huffs. "i don't like the look he's giving her."

"honey, he's five. he's probably just curious." you laugh lightly, looking over his shoulder to see hoshi and kageyama's nephew, indulged in sharing crayons and drawing their own versions of what seemed to be dinosaurs playing volleyball.