Haikyuu headcannon: UshiTen
Wakatoshi as a helicopter parent Part 4
“Toshi, they’re here!” Satori yells as he walks over to the front door.
“What do you mean they are here?” Wakatoshi calls from somewhere down the hall. “It is way too early for them to be here.”
Satori rolles his eyes and opens the door, greeted by Semi and Shirabu.
“Hey guys,” he smiles, opening the door wider for them to come in.
“Hey, sorry we’re a little early.” Semi says as he slips off his shoes.
“Don’t worry about it,” Satori waves his hand in the air as he walks in the living room. “It’s actually perfect timing.”
“Where is Hiroshi?” Shirabu asks looking around the room.
“What? We have a baby and now you aren’t happy to see me?” Satori muses.
“No!” Shirabu sputters, Semi patting him lightly on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry Shirabu, he’s only joking.”
Shirabu pouts but instantly brightens the moment he sees Wakatoshi come down the hall with Hiroshi in his arms.
“Baby boy!” He squeals and rushes over as Hiroshi laughs and giggles in his fathers arms. But before Shirabu can reach for him, Wakatoshi has turned to the side putting himself between Shirabu and Hiroshi.
“Have you washed your hands?” He asks, looking the man up and down.
“Toshi,” Satori groans, “we’ve talked about this.”
“It is not unreasonable of me to ask that they wash their hands before they touch our child who has little to no immune system.” Wakatoshi glares, tightening his hold on his son.
“It’s alright,” Semi butts in. “We will go wash our hands,” he nods towards Wakatoshi and grabs a pouting Shirabu by the shoulders and guides him to the kitchen sink.
Satori stares at his husband but the man ignores him and walks into the kitchen after their two friends.
“Semi, Shirabu,” he starts, “I have written down a schedule for you so that Hiroshi doesn’t fall out of his routine.” He turns to grab a piece of paper from the counter, and the three other men in the room look to each other in confusion. “I have everything scheduled down to the minute so you will not have to worry about that.” He hands them, what they now realize is a stapled set of papers, and Satori drops his head in his hands. “I have also taken the liberty to provide you with what to do in a surplus of scenarios, should they happen while we are gone.”
Semi flips through the pages and feels Shirabu’s hands wrap nervously around his arm as he reads along with him.
“All of which,” Satori chimes in plucking the book from Semi’s hands, “will probably never happen. So please just make sure you feed him, change him, and put him to bed by seven.” He sets the papers down on the counter, gently lifts Hiroshi from his husbands stunned form, and deposits him in Shirabu’s arms.
“Satori I am not -,” Wakatoshi trys to say as he is shoved out of the kitchen.
Satori only ignores him, “our movie should be done by nine o’clock so we won’t be out too late!” He calls as he shoves Wakatoshi’s shoes to his chest, grabbing their jackets and the car keys.
“Wait Satori,” Wakatoshi try’s again, but to no avail, his husband is completely ignoring him and pushing him out the door. “I will have my phone on me so make sure to call me if-!” His words are cut off by the slamming of the front door.
Both men stare at the door, they turn to look at each other and then down to Hiroshi in Shirabu’s arms.
“Who knew he’d be so high strung,” Semi muttered.
“Uh, literally everyone,” Shirabu snorted moving to sit on the couch, resting Hiroshi against his legs.
“I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt,” Semi stated as he walked into the kitchen to retrieve their schedule.
