#daisuke ikusaba

The box was already fairly small, but in his strong hands it seemed even tinier. It had been clumsily wrapped, the patterned green paper crinkled in odd places, the ribbon curling into a mess on the very top despite his valiant efforts. He’d wanted it to be perfect, to make up for the fact that it was coming from him— but this was the best you’d be getting.

Yoyogi’s sports clubhouse was also dressed up for the season; Daisuke himself had played a part in hoisting up the Christmas tree and hanging the handmade banners across the wall. The area was always somewhat cramped, what with the variety of equipment strewn about; it had been a struggle to at least clear the floor, but they’d managed, and now the space held tables and chairs in anticipation of dinner. The food itself was arranged on a table at the front of the room; there hadn’t been enough in the budget for catering, so students had all pitched in, and the result was a massive spread of recipes from all sorts of different world. It was a good thing Yoyogi housed so many hungry athletes, otherwise the abundant leftovers might never get finished.

Since he’d been involved in the setup, Daisuke had been at the clubhouse long before the party was scheduled to begin. Once the final details were settled, he’d been left with nothing else to do but wait— he’d chosen a corner where he could see the door and quietly watched the other students arrive. Some were people he recognized and attended classes with, others were clearly plus-ones who were trailing after their friends. None of them were you yet. He couldn’t help but wonder if you’d even show up.

Daisuke glanced back down at the small gift in his shaky hands. The longer he held it, the more his thoughts twisted in on themselves— what if you didn’t like it? What if it wasn’t your size? What if you were allergic to the material? What if you already had something just like it? What if—

In the still-growing crowd, your voice rang out. He’d recognize it in any lifetime. Daisuke’s eyes shot up as he watched you step through the door with your other friends, shaking snow from your hair and clapping your ungloved hands together to bring warmth back to your frosted fingers. You were scanning the crowd, too— then your eyes landed on Daisuke Ikusaba, standing by himself in the corner, and the smile that crossed your face could light up the room.

A thrill shot through him, followed by that familiar pang of anxiety— maybe you’d like this gift if it was from Taurus Mask instead.

ᴵᵏᵉᵇᵘᵏᵘʳᵒ ᴮᵉʳˢᵉʳᵏᵉʳˢ [ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʷᵒ]

ᴵ’ᵈ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜᶦᵃᵗᵉ ᵃ ˡᶦᵏᵉ/ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍ ᶦᶠ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉᵐᵎ

based on this tee hee

This is more rambly than usual because [leans in real close to the mic] I love Daisuke so much it overwhelms me ghjhgf

Daisuke loves kids— he chose his wrestling career purely because of that, wanting nothing more than to be an inspiration, someone that all children can look up to and count on no matter what. Despite that, when it comes to the topic of having his own kids one day, his anxiety does get the better of him; there is a difference between being a role model and a father, and he’s terrified that he won’t measure up as a dad. 

Those fears melt away the moment he’s handed his first child, though— all of a sudden he feels like the most powerful man in the world, because he’s got a baby to protect now.

He was already on the verge of tears, bc he’s sensitive and really sweet, but then the baby wraps its tiny hand around one of his fingers and there he goes, your husband is bawling his eyes out in public and blubbering about how much he loves his child

Listen. He’s got big strong arms. There’s room for you and for so many kids. Y’know what’s better than one baby? THREE, FOUR, FIVE BABIES. However many you wanna give him, he’s got plenty of room to hold them all. What I’m saying is please imagine Daisuke holding so many babies. His arms are huge but his heart is even BIGGER

You’re definitely gonna end up with more than one kid. Once he’s past his am I really good enough phase, he wants as many as the two of you can handle. Thankfully, he’s just so naturally good with children— Daisuke can quell any tantrums, patch up any arguments, dry up any tears. It’s very important to him that you both play an equal role as parents, so he’s definitely not going to push all the tougher moments off on you.

Even though he doesn’t tell the kids he’s Taurus Mask, he doesn’t hide his interest in wrestling, and it isn’t long before they’re all interested too. Your youngest daughter ends up being the most rambunctious of the entire group— he comes home from work one day and you’ve gotta break the news that she’s learned how to suplex her brothers. Daisuke has never been so proud.

ALSO the kids 100000% wanna dye their hair green just like their daddy. If you won’t help them with it then they’ll try to do it themselves with paint and koolaid. Please help your children dye their hair, that’s the only way you’ll be able to control the mess.

All his friends and former classmates get to know your children too, and the kids especially love Wakan Tanka. He’s big and he’s happy and he can carry them all at once. The kids make a game of trying to take him down, and they can never win.