#daddy!au

Osomatsu She slinked down the stairs, trying her hardest to be quiet in heels. Her friends were parked around the corner, ready to round her up for the party they’d heard about across town. Peeking around the corner she exhaled in relief, her father not asleep on the couch like he normally was each at. Tip-toeing to the front door she barely wrapped her hand around the handle when it swung open. 

“I swear Choromatsu cheats evvvvvery time” Osomatsu griped drunkenly, “That’s the lassssst time I play rock, paper, scissors. Pulling rock all the time issss a fucking chump move.” He slammed the door behind him, much to his daughters surprise, “WHEN AM I GONNA WIN?!”  She covered her ears at his shouting, desperately trying not to make a sound, seeing as how he didn’t seem to notice her there. The door clicked open quietly, but just as she pulled it open once more, a hand clapped onto her shoulder. His daughter was spun around, Osomatsu donning a serious, sobered look as he shut the door softly.  “Your uncle maaaaay be an idiot,” he slurred, “But that doesssn’t make me one, kid. Immediately she went to pout “Ughhh but Daaaaad my friends- “ “Nope!” he cut her off, “Don’t wanna hear it. Upstairs you go.”  She huffed, stomping up the stairs with her fists balled at her sides. “And burn those clothes!” Osomatsu called after her, “In fact, we’re going to the nun store tomorrow!” His head hurt thinking about how fast his daughter growing and he wasn’t ready to deal with her already trying to sneak out and wear adult’s clothes so soon. What a nun store was, he didn’t know, but at the moment he was too drunk to care.  Karamatsu  Abruptly was how he woke, lyrics snapping into his thoughts with haste. Karamatsu slipped quietly out of bed, the goal to tip toe his way to his study so he could scrawl his words out before they left his memory. He made it down the hall and downstairs, almost passing the kitchen before a hint of movement caught his eye.  Turning his head, he caught his daughter, clad in a bodycon dress and booties trying to quietly undo the locks of the backdoor. Immediately his brows dropped in a serious stare, arms folding at the sight of his daughter,  “And just where does my little firefly think she’s going at such a late hour?”  His daughter yelped, not expecting anyone to be awake so late. She peered shakily over to her father, who was leaning against the wall. His expression was what she liked to call his ‘mafia face’ -  because that look seemed like it could kill.  “D-Daddy! I...was...”  Dammit. Nothing came to her on the fly.  “Surely my precious, good-natured, angel of a daughter wasn’t about to leave the safety of her home to go gallivanting into the night wearing next to nothing, was she?” He cocked an eyebrow, stern look still hardening his features.  She’d been caught. No denying that now. Taking her hands off the door she sighed in defeat, “No, Daddy...”  He pushed up off the wall to let her pass him, “Good! Then get some rest sweetheart, you’ll spend tomorrow morning polishing my guitars with me!”  Her face sunk, “Daddy you have like 50 of them!”  Karamatsu snapped his fingers as he walked toward his study, guffawing on the way, “Then you should sleep soon, you’ll need your energy!” 

Choromatsu  Dressed in a miniskirt and crop top, she peered around the corner to find the living room dark. She had plans to meet up some friends up the block, who, funny enough, had the person she liked with them. Nearly squealing at the thought of getting to spend a little time with her crush, she shuffled over to the door. As quickly as she’d managed to get the thing open, she still heard the faint click to her left.

A light came on - and under it was the half-illuminated face of her father, sitting calmly with a hand folded into his lap. His glasses held a menacing sheen under the artificial lighting and she paled at the sight.  “It’s 2:30 in the morning.” Choromatsu said flatly. Aware she couldn’t see it, his eyes narrowed in fatherly irritation. Wearing something that barely covered her legs and heading out in the middle of the night? Unacceptable.  She stood there like a dear in headlights, “U-Um...hi, Dad?”  Choromatsu pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean...I don’t think this even bares mentioning, but you know you’re grounded right?”  The exasperated expression she paid him reminded him of his own in his younger days. She groaned in frustration and headed back to her room, trying not to cry in the process. He watched her trudge back, faintly catching her mumble about meeting someone she liked, and he instantly felt bad for his daughter. He hated being the stern out of the parents, but it always seemed to end up that way. Choromatsu sighed, a father’s responsibility wasn’t always a fair or easy one...and watching her get older was sometimes hard. It felt like just yesterday she was dancing with him to one of his old Nyaa-chan singles. How time flies. Choromatsu promised himself he’d be lighter on the topic when they’d awake the next day, but in the meantime...

From under his lap he pulled the latest volume of the manga he was invested in. In this situation it was easier for him to seem like he was an overly concerned parent than to really explain why he was awake in the living room so late.

Ichimatsu  This wasn’t going to be easy. She donned a black dress, short enough to show off enough skin to catch some eyes on the dance floor she planned to tear up. Hoping the hue of her ensemble would cloak her in darkness, she trudged on. Up and out of her window, sliding down a makeshift rope and landing quickly on her feet. Cat-like reflexes handed down in her blood-line - she had to be thankful for that much. Brushing off some stray debris, she walked steadily out toward the side of the house,  being careful that her boots didn’t catch on anything. She was nearly down the block when a soft noise caught her attention.  Blinking, she was immediately startled at the feeling of something brushing against her calf. Looking up at her was a small tabby, green eyes shining against the moonlight and tail upright at friendly attention. She bit her lip, gently willing the creature away.  “Shoo, little one, shoo! If Daddy hears you...”  A headrub to her ankle was the response, before a quick meow sounded from it. Her fingers grazed behind its ears to appease it. She heard the soft purr of adoration, before the cat’s ears pricked up and soon it dashed from her side.  Strange... Careful steps were taken in the direction she was heading, until just around the corner a figure turned. Her unaware status lead her to smack right into the person, and she quickly mumbled out an apology until she looked up. Staring directly down at her was none other than her father, whose pissed off aura was already coming off in great waves. She whimpered innocently, the frown behind his mask VERY visible.  “P-Papa, I’m so-” “We’re going home.”  How did he even know she was out here?!  Again, the soft meow she heard earlier chimed from behind Ichimatsu’s leg, emerald sheen almost human-like when they narrowed. She silently shot the cat a dirty look, ‘You snitch!’ Looking up at her livid father, she switched her gaze to mimic sad kitten eyes. He drew back slightly, his daughter knew how to play on his weakness. It was hard to be as threatening with her when all he sees is his little girl. The same little girl who looked almost grown up, and it was killing him to think so much time had passed. Still...she was too young for whatever she thought she could accomplish here, and he had a job as her father to make her at least aware that there were rules.  “Tch...” Ichimatsu tapped on her forehead with a knuckle. He leaned down, lowering himself to eye level with his daughter “I have eyes and ears everywhere. Be smart to never forget that before you think of bright ideas like this one.” With that, he brushed past her, leading the way back home. She followed without another word, a quick shudder leaving her. Ichimatsu being lenient with her wasn’t uncommon, but in this particular case, she knew it was because the lecture she’d get in the morning from her mother was going to be far, far worse.  Jyushimatsu A run for it. That was the only way she knew how to make it out if she wanted to go this party. In her short shorts and crop top she dashed out of the house, converses barely making it on her feet. She peeked over her shoulder from time to time, thankful she was alone in her running. That was...at least until she heard a familiar wild laugh. In the distance she heard the quick footsteps of her father chasing after her.  “Shitshitshitshitshit” she chanted, picking up speed, as she rounded the corner. The agility nearly knocked her off balance, but she continued down the streets of Akatsuka, nipping corners and cutting through backyards to evade her speedy parent. She’d taken a great deal after Jyushimatsu, and he almost felt proud - if he wasn’t so angry. Hands pressed to the concrete, she’d made the mistake of turning down a straight lined road. He kicked off, his expression dropping into a thin line as his arms swung at his sides to aid his sprinting. She was easily swept off her feet, Jyushimatsu’s arm catching around her middle and holding her under his armpit like a bag of rice. He skidded to a stop, and huffed out a quick exhale before his exaggerated grin returned. “Haha! Thought you could sneak out!” he laughed, “Dad’s gotcha!”  She flailed slightly in his strong grip, “Aww c’mon Dad, I wasn’t gonna be gone long!”  He looked down at her, smile still in tact, but his eyes stretching to cat-like wideness, “It’s 3 in the morning. The only place you should be is in bed.”  She shrunk back nervously, only to finally bow her head with a groan, “Yes, Daaaaad”  Jyushimatsu lifted his head once more, childlike laughter sounding like cruel mockery, “Ahaha, oh man you have no idea how grounded you are!”  Todomatsu  She was hesitant about meet her friends, but they’d finally convinced her to come out with them around 1 am so she could go dancing with them. Donned in a bustier and highwaisted jeans, she took her pumps in her hands as she slid down the hallway. Paying especially careful to her parents bedroom as she passed, she almost had a heart attack when the soft sound of buzzing filled the air. She clapped a hand over her back pocket, willing the noise to stop - trying desperately to stifle it.  ...Only the noise wasn’t coming from her phone.  “Cute outfit...” a voice taunted sarcastically. Looking over her shoulder she caught the barely lit face of her father, unamused look on his face.

Osomatsu He wouldn’t admit it aloud, but he was envious. A few days ago he heard his son’s first words - “Mama”. Of course you were giddy, showering your son with extra affection and doting on him each time he repeated it. Your poor husband on the other hand sat with his cheeks huffed for several days after. Anytime you tried to approach him to ask what was wrong, he’d turn his nose up and respond with a curt, “Nothing”. It was obvious he was jealous - any time your son would call out for you, his eye would give a little twitch. Thankfully that didn’t stop him from showing either of you love, but you admitted you had to feel bad for the guy. When Osomatsu left to visit his brothers, you devised a plan. Taking a picture of you and your husband from your bedroom, you headed towards your son - who was currently knocking his building blocks over. You knelt down next to him and pulled him into your lap, “Okay kiddo,” you said, kissing the top of his head, “Daddy’s being a jealous little mope, so let’s make him feel loved.” You pointed to Osomatsu’s face, leaning over your son to make sure you had his attention. The plan was to hopefully get your son to finally learn his name too, it was excruciating watching your grown man of a husband devolve into a child because your actual child learned to say ‘mama’ first. When you were sure he was looking at the photo, you said softly, “Dada”  Your son made a soft noise of confusion at first, but immediately giggled after, clapping his hands in recognition of the man in the photo. Already a great start. You continued doing so for a couple of days, pointing at Osomatsu and repeating ‘Dada’ to your son each time. It seems your hard work finally paid off one day, when your husband came to frome the race tracks, hefty winnings in hand. He was already on cloud nine with the amount of cash he was able to earn back from his bets, but paled in comparison to when his son greeted him in the living room, broad smile on his face, “Dada! Dada!”  The currency was tossed aside in order for Osomatsu to pick up his little boy, laughing tearfully as he held him in his arms. It pulled at your heartstrings to hear him so happy. You walked in to find him nuzzling your son, but when he noticed you, his expression went from tender joy to victoriously evil. He beamed at you, pointed smile adorning his features,  “I’m the favorite now.”  Eyes rolling, you turned back around. That’s not how that worked, but you figured you’d let him have his moment. Karamatsu  He wiped his hands on his apron, the sticky sweetness of the apples piling on his fingers. It was just him and the baby for the afternoon - the flower shop was covered for today and you were off getting groceries for dinner. At the edge of the dining room table was his little daughter in her highchair, giggling to herself. She brightened when Karamatsu walked toward her, a plate of fresh slice apples in hand. He sat next to her, popping one into his mouth - and breaking another slice in half.  “Open up for Daddy, ahhh” he said, moving his mouth for her to mimic. She took the apple piece joyfully, a pleased noise coming from her as she chewed. He watched her, making small indecipherable words to express her enjoyment. It was getting time for her to start learning actual words! At the thought, Karamatsu hatched an idea. Taking the other half of the apple piece, he gently smiled and lifted it to her face,  “Say Dah-dee” he worded slowly. Her expression spelled confusion, and he repeated himself, “Dah-dee. You can do it my little pearl, say Dah-dee.”  His daughter watched the movement of his mouth and very slowly she uttered roughly, “Dahhh-dee?”  Karamatsu’s heart gave an energetic leap, his breath coming out in an emotional exhale - tears immediately spilling down his cheeks. He fed her the apple piece, her face lighting up once more.  “That’s right, sweet pea…Daddy’s here,” he took her little face in his hand and caressed her head against his cheek, “And he loves you so much…”  Choromatsu  Choromatsu watched his small son play with his toys quietly in the living room. It warmed his heart to watch his child already playing with bigger things like cars and action figures though he was barely a year old. He sipped his coffee, at some point opting to sit with his son. Taking a car in his hand, he laughed softly when his son climbed into his lap to try and grab at the toy. He was propped on Choromatsu’s knee,  “Daddy wants to show you how a car sounds,” he said, leaning his head on his child’s. With wonder, the young child eyed the way his father handled the toy car. Choromatsu dragged thing around the floor, making sputtering and revving noises as he turned imaginary corners and zipped around the floor. Small hums of intrigue came from the boy, and Choromatsu smiled. He pretended to narrate an ongoing race, imagining a small track, and continued to zoom the tiny plaything to his son’s enjoyment.  Not but fifteen minutes later did he feign a crowd’s applause, lips buzzing from the constant car sounds. His son had fallen asleep in his lap, cozied up between his arms and legs. A tender smile came to the green matsu and he moved to pick up his child - to his bed he goes for a little nap. As he made his way, the young one cuddled against his father, a soft murmur just reaching Choromatsu’s ears, “Da….dee…”  Choromatsu shook as he laid his son to rest in his room, biting his lip so the proud sob that threatened to leave him wouldn’t wake his child. He exited the bedroom filled with so much love. 

Ichimatsu He was feeding her his special onigiri when he heard her say it. She enjoyed his onigiri he came to find, as he always made in shapes of things she loved: birds, flowers, even bumblebees. Gentle pats to the balls of rice and a few nimble tweaks and voilà - onigiri shaped like cat heads. Ichimatsu felt pride settle in his chest, the snacks taking on a visage to his favorite animal. He plated them carefully, heading toward his daughter who was coloring wildly in the book he’d bought her a few days ago. His hand came to rest on her head in order to get her attention, “Papa has snacks” he said, gently laying the plate on the table. At the sight of the onigiri, she clapped her hands, recognizing her favorite snack right away. She giggled at the kitty shape, and for the first time she pointed at the rice balls and then to her father, giddily shouting,  “Papa! Papa!”  Immediately Ichimatsu pressed a hand to mouth, and before he knew it, he was silently crying. Hearing his little girl call him ‘Papa’ for the first time ever…Ichimatsu wasn’t sure his heart could take such a hard hitting milestone. But when she laid her little hand on his and hummed a noise of enjoyment, he calmed. She was taken into his arms, the top of her head messed by the chubby, wet cheek of her father. His daughter continued to nibble at her onigiri, snuggling back her father in the process.