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katsumi sat near the far end of the room, his back against one of the support pillars, legs stretched out in front of him. one sleeve of his gi hung loose around his arm, the fabric cut open so the bandages underneath wouldn’t be too tight. the white was already stained faintly pink where the bleeding had been seeping through earlier. he hadn’t bothered changing.

he hadn’t bothered going home either.

the match had ended hours ago, but his body still felt like it was in the middle of it. every movement pulled at something sore, something bruised. he flexed his fingers slowly, testing the stiffness in his hand.

they still worked.

and that was good enough.

across the room, the lights buzzed overhead, one of them flickering every few seconds. the sound filled the silence in a way that made the whole dojo feel emptier than it actually was. most of it’s students had left already.

even his father had went home, but katsumi stayed. he always did.

he stayed after fights. not because he had to. not because anyone told him to. it was just easier to sit with the quiet than it was to deal with the looks people gave him when they thought he wasn’t paying attention.

expectation.

it felt heavier than the injuries.

suddenly, footsteps echoed faintly from the hallway. he didn’t move at first, but his eyes shifted toward the doorway anyway. he knew that rhythm.slow, careful, like the person walking didn’t want to interrupt something.

you stopped at the entrance, leaning lightly against the frame.

“you’re still here.”

katsumi let out a breath through his nose.

“obviously.”

“you were supposed to leave an hour ago.”

“so were you.”

you pushed yourself off the frame and walked in, the sound of your shoes soft against the floor. the closer you got, the more obvious the damage looked. bruising along his shoulder, the tight wrap around his ribs, the way he kept his left arm a little too still.

“you should be resting,” you said.

“i am resting.”

you raised your eyebrow and scoffed.

“sitting on the floor isn’t resting.”

“it is if I don’t move.”

you stopped a few feet in front of him, crossing your arms. he didn’t look up right away. his gaze stayed on the floorboards, following the lines in the wood like they were more interesting than the conversation.

“you went too far again,” you said.

katsumi reacted. not big. just a small shift in his expression, the corner of his mouth tightening for a second before he looked up at you.

“that’s the point.”

“you say that every time.”

“and it’s true every time.”

his voice wasn’t angry. it never was after a fight. if anything, he sounded calmer than usual, like all the energy had burned out of him already. you glanced down at the bandages.

“they said your shoulder almost dislocated.”

“it didn’t.”

“almost.”

he shrugged slightly, then winced when the movement pulled at his ribs.

“still didn’t.”

silence settled between you for a moment, thick and familiar. the kind that only happened when neither of you felt like pretending the conversation was normal. katsumi looked away first, resting his head back against the pillar.

“…did it look bad?” he asked.

you blinked at him.

“what?”

“the fight.”

his eyes stayed on the ceiling, voice quieter now, like the question wasn’t meant to carry very far.

“…did it look bad?”

“you won.”

“that not what I asked.”

his jaw tightened just a little, fingers curling against his knee. the movement was small, but you’d seen it enough times to know what it meant. he was holding something back. He always did. you took a step closer, then another, until you were close enough to see the faint treamor in his hand when he flexed it again.

“you pushed too hard,” you said.

he let out a short breath.

“if I don’t, someone else will.”

“that’s not an answer.”

“it’s the only one that matters.”

you crouched down in front of him, your breathing mixing together. for a second he froze, like he hadn’t expected you to get that close. his eyes flicked toward yours, then down, then back up again, unsure where to settle.

“you want to know how it looked?” you asked.

he didn’t answer. just waited.

“it looked like you were trying to prove something,” you said.

his expression changed at that. not much, just a slight furrow in his brow, like the words hit closer than he wanted them to.

“i was,” he said quietly.

“to who?”

there was a strained silence between you two. katsumi’s eyebrows were knitted together, as if he was trying to justify something.

he was hesitating. that almost never happened.

katsumi orochi didn’t hesitate when he talked about fighting. he didn’t hesitate when he talked about strength. he didn’t even hestitate in front of yujiro hanma. but now his gaze dropped to the floor again, fingers tightening against the fabric of his gi.

“…does it matter?” he muttered.

you watched him for a moment, then shook your head slightly.

“no,” you said. “i guess not.”

the light above flickered again, buzzing louder for a second before settling. katsumi shifted his arm carefully, adjusting the bandage like it bothered him more than he wanted to admit.

“…was it enough?” he asked.

the words were so quiet you almost missed them. you stared at him.

“what?”

his eyes stayed on the floor.

“the fight,” he said, voice barely above a whisper now. “was it… enough?”

for a second you didn’t know what to say.

not because you didn’t have an answer, because you knew what he was actually asking.

not about the fght.

not about winning.

not about the opponent.

enough to be worth it.

enough to mean something.

enough to be seen.

you reached out before you could think about it, your hand stopping just short of his shoulder before resting lightly against his sleeve instead. he went completely still.

“you did well,” you said.

nothing big, just the truth. his fingers twitched slightly against his knee. you kept your hand there.

“you pushed harder than anyone else in that room,” you added. “you always do.”

his throat moved like he swallowed something he wasn’t sure how to react to.

“…yeah?” he said.

“yeah.”

another long silence filled the dojo, the kind that didn’t feel uncomfortable this time. katsumi leaned his head back against the pillar again, eyes closing for a second like he was letting the words settle somewhere deep where no one else could see them. his shoulders dropped a fraction. not enough for most people to notice. enough for you.

“…good,” he muttered.

you pulled your hand back slowly, standing up.

“you should go home,” you said.

he opened one eye, looking up at you.

“…in a minute.”

“you said that an hour ago.”

“and I meant it this time.”

rolling your eyes playfully, you huffed softly, turning toward the door.halfway there, you heard his voice again, quieter than before.

“…hey, thanks for that.”

I recommend listening to session 32 on repeat while reading bc that what I did while writing it and yeah….it hit the spot

The skies seemed darker, you noted.

Staring up into the clouds, you counted each and every star you could see mentally, which served as a short lived distraction. You weren't supposed to zone out like this but you had no choice; you were alone with the boy that had your heart, even though it was clear that there were no relations between you two.

The old memories rushed into your mind of all the dark skies you'd seen when on dates with Baki and every memory made your heart hurt more and more. Dwelling on the past was the only cure you knew to heal a wound that was already too deep.

“[Name]? You okay?”

You snapped your head to meet eyes with the brunette. His eyes gleaming in the moon and his wavy hair flowing in the soft wind. The boy you loved was now a distant friend, always smiling as if the pain didn’t affect him.

“I’m fine Baki. Really.”

The boy sighed softly.

“ ‘Was just making sure.”

You looked away for a second, back at the dark starry night before you heard Baki speak up again. You turned your head to look at him, seeing how glossy his eyes looked now.

“I know this is kinda, taboo, to ask but..”

He turned his head to make eye contact with you.

“Are we okay [Name]?”

The question had taken you off guard, making your breath hitched before you forced yourself to answer.

“Of course we are Baki.”

The fake cheery tone you had used made Baki squint his eyes sadly. He knew that the talks that you two shared were excuses to be able to talk, to hear each other again. The smiles you would share were never reach your eyes, holding back emotions that you both wouldn’t dare share.

The quiet that fell between you two wasn’t insufferable but it was heavy. The lack of clarity between you two making you feel heavy like lead. The same lies you had told yourselves seemed to crumble down into dust. You were okay being friends.

You both chose distance not because you stopped loving each other but because you loved each other too much to survive it. It wasn’t wrong and didn’t hurt either of you. It kept you both at an arms distance so the hurt wouldn’t reach both of you.

But the truth was that a dark sky had fallen on both of you, and none of you could lighten it up again. And neither of you dared to try.

^ྀི𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐎𝐇 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔

ughhh Mr. RESTU 💔☹️

he would pretend that he was okay but really isn’t (nobody can tell)

for his own honor, he will simply leave you alone

he would agree to be friends and will greet you but do NOT expect this man to talk to you.

he will try to avoid conversation with you because he doesn’t want the both of you to hurt any more then you already do

if anyone asks him about you he will play it off respectfully (he will not defame your name) but trust that they accidentally just pushed the knife deeper into his heart

probably the best cope - r out of all the Baki boys (besides sukune)

You were walking through the Shin-ShinKai dojo just trying to get to your next class, already rushing through the halls with training bag in hand.

Of course, in the midst of your rush you had to see the person you wanted to see last. Sea King Restu. You stopped in place watching him walk through the halls, his presence once comforting now suffocating. Your eyes scanned how he was focused on the scenery of the city outside the large glass window.

You saw his face, the sharp jawline that you would kiss over and over again. You started to smile slightly until you realized you can be fawning over a man who was now indifferent to your presence.

Quickly, you snapped out of it and looked at how close he was getting to you. Seeing how he was approaching you quickly, you moved to the side. Your abrupt move seemed to alert him of your presence, making him lock eyes with you and stop in shock, taking a slight pause of surprise before giving a perfect bow.

“Good morning, [ Last Name].”

You stared at the man bowing without a smile or emotion, wishing he would treat you like he did before. After his greeting, he gave you a slight nod before he started to move past you. You couldn’t just let him treat you like you were some acquaintance. He barely showed any signs of the hurt you were feeling and you were reaping the carcasses of his ignorance.

With all the confidence and fervor you had, you turned around and addressed him.

“Restu!”

Catching attention from the mention of his name, he turned to look at you with no emotion present on his stern face. You looked at him with determination ridden on your face before speaking with a large inhale.

“Why didn’t you fight for us?”

His eyes widened slightly, surprised that you would confront him so upfront. Returning to his neutral face, he spoke.

“This isn’t a conversation we should be having here, [Name].”

“Then when will we talk? I’m tired of pretending like I’m okay and being hurt by your indifference.”

“…We will talk another time.”

Restu stared to walk away again, slowly turning back to his path before you dropped your gym bag and gripped his wrist with all the strength you had. His head snapped to your close touch and then to your face.

“Why didn’t you ask to stay?”

Then he remembered. His oolong tea going cold because he forgot to drink it, his stance faltering for a split second, his grip getting tighter on his sleeve when he heard your laugh directed at someone else. He realized the emotion he hid deep inside him was there, just hidden.

His eyes softened, and for the first time in what felt like months, you saw something unguarded there. Not indifference. Not distance. Something fragile.

The kind of hurt no one else ever noticed. All the hurt he was feeling being disguised as indifference.

His jaw tightened almost immediately, composure snapping back into place. His fingers twitched at his side before curling into a fist, as if resisting something he refused to allow himself.

He looked at you for a long, steady moment. Not angry. Not cold.

“If I asked you to stay,” he said quietly, each word measured, “I would be asking you to endure the very thing I am trying to protect you from.”

His gaze faltered for half a second before hardening again.

“It would dishonor us both to ask you to stay.”

^ྀི𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐈

worlds biggest yearner.

doesn’t pretend that he’s okay, every one knows he’s not okay

would it be overkill if I said this man might go a little insane w/o you

he’s NOT okay with being friends only and makes it incredibly clear

he loves you so much it’s depressing

I fully believe this man will try to win you back and fail

let someone mentions your name and he’s SNAPPING his neck

eventually he gets the hint and ignores you for his own sanity (which doesnt work btw)

he would try and give you space but after a while he can’t take it and he caves

The dojo was too quiet. Not peaceful. Not calm. Just hollow.

Katsumi stood across from you with his hands at his sides instead of being ready for battle. That alone felt wrong. He had always met you ready, like love was another sparring match he could win if he tried hard enough. Tonight, he looked like a fighter who had finally realized this wasn’t a match he could out-train.

You had stopped him earlier on for a much needed private talk. You need to address the problem the two of you had; this friendship isn’t working.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you said, keeping your voice steady with a small will.

He exhaled through his nose, almost smiling. “Avoiding is a strong word.”

“You haven’t looked at me in days. You walk past me and don’t like talking to others about me.”

That made him look. And that was the mistake.

Because the second his eyes met yours, something unguarded flickered there. Not arrogance. Not charm. Just ache. It was the kind of expression he usually buried under confidence and easy laughter.

“You think this is easy for me?” he asked quietly.

You swallowed. “Is it?”

He let out a breath that sounded like it hurt.

“There were nights I almost came to you,” he admitted. “I stood outside your building once. I told myself I’d just knock. Just ask. Just fight for it.”

His hands curled into fists, knuckles pale.

“But I didn’t.”

Silence thickened between you.

“Why?” you whispered.

He laughed softly, and it cracked down the middle.

“Because I know myself.” His gaze dropped to the floor for a second before lifting again, fierce and painfully honest. “If I fought for you, I wouldn’t stop. I don’t do anything halfway.”

Your chest tightened.

“I would’ve convinced you,” he continued. “I would’ve given you every reason to stay. I would’ve made promises I’d carve into stone.”

He stepped closer before he could stop himself.

“And if one day you looked at me and realized you gave something up to be here… I’d never forgive myself.”

“I would choose you,” he said, voice lower now, steadier in its vulnerability than it ever was in bravado. “In every lifetime. In every version of me. Even the broken ones.”

Your breath hitched. He noticed. Of course he did. His jaw tightened, like he was physically restraining himself from reaching out.

“I let you go,” he said slowly, “because if I loved you any harder… I would’ve started asking you to choose me over yourself.”

The words didn’t echo. They sank.

And for the first time, Katsumi Orochi looked like a man who had won every fight except the one that mattered.

genuinely crying and throwing up ☹️

𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘿𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡, 𝙘𝙤𝙥𝙮 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠.

Oh my GOSHHHHH RIP TO MY CHINESE MAN

this was NOT how I was supposed to start my lunar new year bru

Like no more 4000 year old martial art...

Seeing Tokugawa crying just made it worse and seeing RESTU crying

Yeah bru i was GONE

Im blocking Gracie Abrams

YES i have read the manga before the anime and was well aware he was dead, his death being animated made it hit harder ok 💔

and YES I know there’s a spin off but it isn’t the same 💔🕊

No but genuine question why the hell did everyone (except musashi and tokugawa) just not show any emotion bru

Like i get they were comending him silently but bru

Not even KATSUMI cried and thats crazy considering restu was kinda important to him

Like a single tear or grunt of sadness would’ve been okay but NOOOOO

Meanwhile you put me in that room with restu dead on the table looking peaceful asf??? Yeah im TEARING that bitch up

They would have had to drag me out

I would have been acting like a woman on Maury I PROMISE YOU

Like yall dont understand that was my NIGGA and hes gone just like that bro

Its two am and im crashing out about his death...ntm on me

Lowk even after musashi killed restu I don’t hate him but I am still glad that man got sent back to the universe

Like no way you KILL restu, harm hanayama, and traumatize pickle and think you finna stay alive

HELL NO that man needed to get gone

And i feel so bad for Katsumi

Like bro your friend is now dead

But lowk i dont think it affected him as much since he took his dead friend in question's arm….ALL shade

LLR 🕊💔💔💔

Now that THAT parts done

Can we talk about how GOOD katsumi looks this season??

LIKEEE 🫦🫦

Now i would put a photo for refrence but Netflixs a bitch so if you know you know

Also the augmented cursing in this season really tickles my fancy

Baki(my dada man) also looks really good but KATSUMI? yeah that good 😌

I have no words on musashi though. At first i liked him but genuinely he can go in a ditch somewhere

Anyway! I am enjoying the new season and I would like to hear y’all’s opinions on it 😗

┈ ⪩⪨ JULIUS

i feel like Julius is a very good father due to his intelligence and his ability to be attentive

he would definitely be a more strict father by default but you made him more lenient 😝

DEFINITELY in charge of your child’s education and diet; argue with the wall

boy dad but lowkey wants a girl…he doesn’t tell anyone tho

never knew he was good with kids until y’all had one

a pretty good father, just a little bit too strict…

it was pretty late at night, the lights in the house turned off and you were snuggled in bed with your husband. you were soooo close to sleeping—that is until you heard crying. it wasn’t loud crying as you had expected. instead, it was a little sniffle here and there but you were still able to catch onto it.

sighing softly, you got up from your comfortable place in bed to go and attend to your new born baby boy. you were about a month post partum and the constant sadness you felt everyday was killing you. explaining to your husband wasn’t helpful at all—he didn’t understand what it felt like.

dragging your feet down the hall to get to your baby’s room was a short walk but felt like forever. that is until you felt big, rough hands stop you.

yelping, you turned around in fight or flight mode before realizing it was just the bodyguard you called ‘love’ . you exhaled in relief before looking at him in surprise—what was he doing here?

“honey, why are you up right now?”

“to take care of the baby.”

“but I was going to go do that?”

he stared at you for what felt like forever before opening the door to the baby’s room and walking in. he shortly came back with the baby cradled in his arms, the baby fast asleep. he stoped in front of you, his face as monotone as ever as he looked down at you with determination.

“you, go to sleep. you have done enough for the child, I can handle it.”

you looked at him in shock. it wasn’t like he didn’t take care of the baby, he had done that many times. it was the determination and persistence in his tone, he seemed worried about you in his own little unique way. then it clicked to you.

the way he would never let you stand for too long, the way he would check up on you every hour, the way he would cook in place of you, everything.

you gave him a soft smile, your eyes watering slowly. your lover was trying to help you overcome this roadblock in your life and you didn’t even notice it until now.

┈ ⪩⪨ KANEDA

can’t really see him as a dad but I see him as a cool uncle 🥰

IF he were a dad, he would be a very lenient one

not tooo lenient but you catch my drift chat

BOY DAD. 100%. raises a little gentle man

mostly involved in your kids life but sometimes leaves because duty calls!

super nice dad, probably embarrasses his kids on accident

it was mother’s day and you hadn’t seen your fiancé or child anywhere. you assumed that were out getting you some type of gift but it was taking fairly longer than expected. seriously—how long could getting chocolates and flowers take?

it seemed like you were right but also completely wrong.

1. they weren’t only going out for chocolate and flowers

2. when did your toddler have a suit?

your little boy came toddling toward you in a tiny black suit, gripping a box of chocolates with both hands like his life depended on it. you gotten up to inspect the child’s clothes when you noticed his dad next to him. his father was kneeling down with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag resting beside him.

your heart melted instantly. your son looked like he was heading to some type of baby pageant, and you almost collapsed from the cuteness. when did he get this suit? and how did your fiancé manage to pull this off without you noticing?

instead of questioning them, you bent down and scooped your son into your arms. he giggled and rested his head against you, his smile contagious and warm.

you were so focused on him that you didn’t notice your fiancé had pulled out a Polaroid camera.

“smile,” he said softly.

click

looking forward to you fiancé, you notice he was quickly shooting some photos with you and your baby boy. you smiled out of surprise, causing your toddler to smile wider too next to you. in that moment, everything felt perfect—flowers in your hand, chocolate in his, love all around you.

you knew you were definitely hanging this photo up with all the others you have with your family.

┈ ⪩⪨ KANOH

#doesntknowwhathesdoing

probably one of the most clueless dads

definitely has a talented kid from birth

NOT that he is a bad one, it’s just that he doesn’t get along with children as much so there is NOO experience whatsoever

girl dad but I can see him having a boy tooo

such a protective dad but it’s outta love 💕🌝

“is that m-me?”

you and your boyfriend hadn’t anticipated this. your night was going fairly well and you were at peace—that is, until your 9 year old daughter came up to kanoh with a drawing, her face gleaming with pride. your lover took the drawing with a small smile on his face before his face morphed into a look of horror and appreciation. seeing this reaction made your daughter frown slightly.

as curious as you were, you decided to go look at the drawing, thinking it would be a simple kids drawing and nothing too out of the ordinary. except, you forgot that your daughter was anything but ordinary.

in front of both you and kanoh laid a extremely detailed and realistic drawing. it wasn’t just a drawing though, it was a drawing of both you and kanoh in a ballroom dancing position. initially, you had forced yourself to think that it was an AI picture your daughter had made somewhere but who were you kidding? the eraser marks and the slight mistakes made it clear that this was made by hand. it had taken you a goood second to comprehend that this was made by your daughter, looking back at your daughter and the piece of paper.

it seemed that you and kanoh’s reactions to this astonishing drawing hadn’t gone unnoticed by your daughter as she had now started to pout.

“do you not like it?”

“what do you mean! this is fantastic!”

you spoke up quickly, stumbling over your words. you took the paper and started to hold it up high in the air as if it was the most prized possession in the world. your daughter listened to you go on about how good her drawing was but she didn’t buy it. seeing this, you decided to, not so discreetly, pressure kanoh to say something. as soon as he got the clue, he looked at your daughter with a smile as sweet as sugar.

“you’re very talented sweetheart, keep up the good work”

your daughters eyes lit up at the sound of his praise before she tackled him in a hug while giggling, her eyes gleaming with hope.

┈ ⪩⪨ KAOLANG

BEST DAD.

I cannot see him having kids bcs of his lifestyle but if he DID? #amazingfather

literally perfect combination of strict but sweet; gentle parenting advocate

most likely is a boy dad but would do fine with girls

VERYY involved in your kids life

he’s actually an angel. 🌝💗

kaolangs hair was long, that was a known fact among all people that knew him; except his newborn son.

your husband had been keeping his hair in higher ponytails and buns more than usual to your surprise. you never questioned him on the new look, you always just assumed he wanted something new with his hair so you never thought twice about it.

today was a regular day as well as the others, going to work, coming back, eating, seeing husband and baby boy, sleep, repeat. but today was a little more eventful.

as you walked in the doors of your house after coming back home from work, you heard soft mumbling coming from your supposed baby or husband. you didn’t dwell on it much, already exhausted enough from work. you walked into you kitchen, suspecting your husband was feeding your new born boy but upon walking into to the kitchen, you found your baby snacking on something else. kaolangs hair.

you saw kaolangs trying to remove the pieces of hair from the baby’s mouth but it seemed like he had a grip of iron, causing your husband to forfeit for a few. your lover in question instantly looked up at you and acknowledged your presence with a sweet ‘hello dear’, completely forgetting about his child eating away at his scalp.

you laugh tiredly and went over to remove the small hair pieces from the baby’s mouth, aiding your husband in his escape from the grasp of the child. you both laughed at the shocked expression on the baby’s face, as if this wasn’t supposed to be happening.

you smiled at the comfort of your newfound family.

┈ ⪩⪨ KIOZAN

🌝

kiozan is neither a GOOD dad or BAD dad. he’s just a dad you know

HE DOESNT NEGLECT HIS CHILDREN but i will say he doesn’t know how to interact with them at all.

he loves his kids dearly and probably spoils them dirty to make up for his lack of socialization with them

his kids gets all of their attitude from him and he always has the audacity to ask

“why are they giving me such attitude…” I wonder why.

you rolled your eyes, already done with the situation at hand.

your daughter, who was turning 13, was currently giving you and your husband a presentation of everything that she wants for her birthday. the list ranged from toys to makeup and every time your husband wanted to question about what was on the list, your daughter would give you a sad pouty look and ask him to stop being “invasive”.

now, initially this wouldn’t have bothered you at all—if it wasn’t for the fact that your husband and daughter were now arguing on whether she should get a pair of shoes or not and of course your other kids had to join in, as if someone asked them to.

“dad it’s literally just uggs, what’s so unpractical about them?”

“they are slippers. why on earth would i let you wear slippers out of this house?”

“dad, you literally wear slippers everywhere.”

your husband squinted at your daughter in annoyance. he hadn’t expected her to backfire with such a comeback since he was the one who was going to buy the shoes anyway.

“that doesn’t matter, I don’t want you to get them so you won’t get them.”

your daughter look at him with full offense taken from his comment, glancing at you to see if you would defend her taste in apparel just to be met with your concerned stare at the two of them. your son, being your daughters biggest hater, decided to chime in with his opinion as well—just to egg her on.

“exactly sis, listen to dad. you’re not even paying for the shoes yourself.”

“shut up no one asked you bozo-“

“BOZO?”

the argument kept going back and forth with your daughter arguing with both her father and her siblings. you just sat there, done with every single thing and re-considering your whole two pregnancies. your, for some reason, completely oblivious husband picked up on this and turned his head your way to check on you while you disassociated.

“you alright dear? you seem out of it-“

“just get her the damn uggs.”

┈ ⪩⪨ KIRYU

guys, setsuna wouldn’t have a single child…..let’s be fr.

BUTTTT if he did have a child it wouldn’t be biologically his, probably a kid he found in the inside 💔🌚

it would have to be a VERY exceptional child..or a child that reminded him of himself (either one works)

might tell you of the child’s existence but it’s very unlikely…..you are gonna have to find out on mistake

you were confused. you looked at this girl on your carpet floor, covered in blankets looking up with eyes that you could only describe as tired. probably physically tired but more mentally exhausted. the poor girl looked as if she had been through things that couldn’t even be described.

you were trying to feel pity but you were simply confused. why was she here and where are her parents? she didn’t look a day over 14 years old and looked like she hasn’t eaten something in days—months even. you were about to speak up and ask her who she was, where she came from, anything that would help you identify this girl before you were, very much rudely, interrupted by the man you lived with.

“she doesn’t have a home. she doesn’t have family, well, family that want her. she doesn’t have anything so i took her in.”

kiryu came from behind you and put his hand on your shoulder to which you shrugged away immediately. you loved this man, you swore you did, but what psychopath just lets someone they don’t know inside their shared apartment?

“it would be nice if you had told me first you know? it’s not everyday that I have to let random strangers into my house.”

the obviously irritated comment had made kiryu look at you as if you were overreacting, as if you were the one who let a child in the house. it just didn’t seem to click to him that you were very much bothered by the sudden appearance of the girl.

that wasn’t the main thing anymore. you needed to focus on the girl in your house, kiryu’s lack of communication and concern no longer had any importance. you walked up to her, carefully and cautiously to not scare her away. she had already been looking at you and you watched her pupils dilate as you approached her slowly and sat in front of her, looking at her scars that looked like they were inflicted on her by both hands and weapons, pity and guilt engulfing you.

you two had a pretty lengthy staring contest, kiryu spectating in the back, seemingly trying to dissect the no verbal conversation between the two of you. sooner than you had expected, you finally had enough and asked the poor girl a question, deciding to take the most pressing question off of your mind.

“what’s you name?”

┈ ⪩⪨ RAIAN

oh gosh. you definitely have kids with this man on PURPOSE

he had a goal in mind and he reached it

you had twins, both boys

only wants boys, doesn’t even like the sound of having a girl (deep down, he lowkey wants one…)

honestly this guy is a wild card 😭 sometimes he is very involved with your children’s life the next he is NO WHERE to be found

definitely cares for his kids, just in his own raian way

raian wasn’t someone who was very involved and interested in your kid’s life, regardless of the fact that he was their father. in fact, he seemed to be pretty distant from the both them, always out and about. it was pretty rare to see him spend time with his two sons but lucky for him, you had errands to run.

so there raian was, in the front seat of your shared car currently parked in the middle of a grocery store parking lot waiting for your return. unfortunately for him, he wasn’t alone in said car.

“daddy! when is mommy coming back?”

your fiancé let out a loud and harsh sigh in reply to one of your son’s question. you hadn’t planned to force raian to “bond” with his kids but the timing was splendid and you couldn’t and wouldn’t pass on an opportunity like this. so you had went to him just a few hours earlier, telling him about how you “urgently needed to run some errands” and that “you didn’t have a babysitter available to take care of the twins”.

so there he was, in the car with two twin 5 year old boys who had his looks and attitude. he hadn’t realized how much his children were like him until this very moment, you could say.

“daaaaaaad, why won’t you answer me?”

another loud sigh emerged from raian. he seemed like he was a millisecond away from blowing up on his kids—until he realized that he made a promise to you to…attempt to use gentle parenting. he squinted his eyes while letting out a shaky and sharp sigh. this was killing him, he so badly wanted you to come back and deal with the kids but he figured that he might as well make the most out of the time he has with his kids.

“kid, your mom is in there buying us food. now shush, will you? you’re giving me a headache with your blabbering.”

the little boy in the back pouted and started to squint his eyes in the same way of his father had done. he crossed his arms and looked up at his dad from his car seat and decided that he wasn’t done bothering him.

“hmm, i don’t want you here though. mama is so much more fun to be around.”

a visibly angry raian was now smiling eerily, trying to prevent himself from crashing out on his disrespectful son. he knew he wasn’t always there but for this little twerp he calls his offspring to call him out was completely unnecessary.

“bold of you to assume i care kid.”

the way he was gripping the steering wheel with such force made both of the twins laugh. it was obvious raian was hanging on by a thread and was trying his best not to crash out on his offspring. the kids laughed harder, obviously finding enjoyment in their fathers anger. the laughs of the children would usually bring any person joy, but the laughs were torturing raian, pushing him closer to an edge that he didn’t even know he was on.

before raian could act on his rage, you suddenly opened the car trunk and started to unload the groceries you had recently purchased into the trunk; the kids suddenly becoming angels and greeting you with such sweet voice.

hearing your voice seemed to calm raian as well, his grip subconsciously lessening around the steering wheel.

at then end of the day, those kids were just like him—rage baiters.

lowk i could rant about raians kids bro 💔😣 they are so killua coded | if you saw this before I officially posted it NO YOU DIDNT 😭

okay so first things first

bro I genuinely wanna meet chopstick johnny and dodo 🥹

because WHY is that your name.

and why are you not like the other guys….😑 (og Nicolas le banner is chopped but YOU DIDNT HEAR THAT FROM ME.)

MY MAN MY MANNNNNNN ☺️🤭🤭💗😅😅😅😅💗💗💗💗💗🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦🫦😁😁😁

bro I hate the new mechanic bc what do you mean I now have to ZOOM into the eyes to see if we are seeing the “tiger” or the “dragon”….🥹 (this is the dragon btw)

but they are both my man…yes I said what I said.

they genuinely don’t care and it’s killing me, esp lihito 🥹😭 there is absolutely NO reason for you to be looking at wulong like that 😭

bro.

GO SIT DOWN BRO. LIKE OH MY GOSH.

didn’t they both get packed up by koga…..ok bro.

i genuinely am embarrassed bcs i know they gonna be left looking like broken crab legs.

like genuinely i died a little when i saw them waiting for shen, you aren’t him bro

EVEN AGITO KEPT WALKING BRO. that should have been a sign fuckass hoe

now you are gonna tire my man out…😡

⋆★ ! ADAM

surprisingly a good dad, (even though he prob got you pregnant on accident)

very attentive to both you and your child’s needs

sometimes shoos you away so he can spend time with “his offspring”

cosmo is DEFINITELY the Godfather, argue with a wall

GIRL DAD that swears he wanted a boy (he's lying)

literally cannot take anything serious as a dad and makes everything a joke

fun but kind of an irresponsible dad but it's ok!

as soon as you opened the door to your humble pent house, you were met with babbling sounds and squeals from the living room. you slightly chuckled to your self, already knowing what you were walking unto.

"im home!" you yelled out, alerting your husband of your presence.

not a minute after, you heard loud, quick foot steps coming your way and suddenly you saw the appearance of your husband and your 7 month old. upon seeing you, the baby burst out in squeals and laughter, kicking her feet up and down rapidly in her father's arms.

"awhh! hi there honey! did daddy take good care of you? yeah?" you said in a high pitched voice, slowly taking the baby from your husband's arms.

once the baby was secure on your hip, you decided to look up at your husband's face, expecting to see the hardened facial expression that only softened for you, the small stubble slowly forming around your husband's chin, and the quiet but alerting baby blue eyes that your child had inherited.

instead of seeing any of these qualities, you unfortunately saw a low quality photo of your face taped poorly unto the face of who you assumed was adam's. you stared at his face for a good minute, trying to figure out why the hell he has a photo of you on his face and as if he read your mind, he started to speak up.

"the kid wouldn't listen to me without this thing on me. 'hope you know that you corrupted her."

you couldn't help but burst out in laughter, partially silencing your baby's babbles. you noticed the slight twitch of your "loving" husband's face, causing you to cover your giggles.

"im - pffth - im so sorry that my kid actually loves me.."

"keep talking and im gonna render you immobile."

⋆★ ! AKOYA

kinda unavailable as a dad

like he will be there for his child physically but emotionally? yeah no

claims that he "does everything" (even though you're the one that teaches, feeds, and clothes them)

baby trapped you. (yall this man is NOT A GOOD PERSON)

boy dad. he will be DAMNED if you give birth to a girl (but secretly loves her SO MUCH bc that's his baby girl)

you had finally entered the school grounds of your child, rushing to the principals office due to the call you had gotten earlier.

once you had finally reached the principals office, you took a deep breathe and fixed your clothing before entering, not expecting to see the face of your lover, currently giving your daughter's principal the meanest stare that he wouldn't even give you.

"what do you mean my daughter was being disrespectful to teachers? are you questioning my parenting?"

you cringed at the word 'my', knowing damn well he didn't do anything to help you and your daughter, just throwing money around and going on his way to wherever.

"sir, I never said anything of the sort. all I am saying is that a punishment is due for all of her rudeness on school grounds. i mentioned maybe a 5 day suspension so maybe thats-"

"definitely not. again, why are you persecuting her? my daughter would not do anything of the sort and you are despicable for even saying that she would."

you decided to not make any noise to not alert the two, who were obviously in a heated argument. instead, you decided to step back and close the door a bit to watch the scence unfold. the way he acts toward you and your daughter seemed like he hated the two of you but here he was, defending her!

the principal and your husband went on and argued for a bit more, leading to the principal leaving the room and "expelling" your daughter from your husband's lack of compliance.

your daughter and your husband sat there for what seemed like a long time before he patted your daughter's head.

"it's okay sweetheart, that vile woman will be dealt with for carrying out the will of evil. how about instead of dwelling on her wrongdoings, we go out?"

you daughter looked up at akoya's face, smiling a jumping up to hug him.

"thank you daddy! can we get ice cream too?"

"of course we can love."

you smiled softly at the scene, your heart bursting at the seems from the adorable scene. though you wondered, when did your angry, mean, and justice-obsessed husband become so..soft?

⋆★ ! HAYAMI

#mymanmymanmyman

litterally everything you could ask for in a dad

PERFECT mix of strict and fun, litterally second best dad (kaolang is first)

you wouldn't have to do anything during the pregnancy; he's got it don't worry

PROBABLY got you pregnant on accident (he was lost in the sauce)

him and his kid are BEST FRIENDS

probably a boy dad but wouldn't mind a girl

stresses more than a mothafucker when you go into labor

there you were, huffing and puffing from being in the scorching pain of child bearing. if actions could speak, you'd be screaming louder than sound itself from all of the hitting and smacking you were doing to the hospital bed. you really were trying to refrain from yelling so that you don't manage to lose your voice but the dammed baby in your stomach was as stubborn as you.

suddenly, your vagina felt like it was on fire and your breathing became more prolonged. you were tuning out the calls from the doctors telling you to "push" and to "keep going" from the intense pain.

you were holding back the angry and sad mix of yells you were about to let out. with heavy breathes, you decided to let out your anger on your fiancé, who was covered in hospital attire next to you. your soft and manicured hands were holding his rough and large hands kindly before you inputted a large amount of pain and anger into the hold.

it seemed like you even took your husband off guard because of how intensely he was looking at your hand that was now squeezing the life out of his. he was about to speak from behind his hospital mask before you sent him a glare that shut him up immediately.

"i don't want hear a SINGLE word from you right now."

you shut him up faster than a punch could, which could be called an achievement if you think about it.

once your baby boy, who took every bit of strength out of you, was finally born, it seemed like your fiancé couldn't get his hands off of him.

"hey there little guy... im gonna be your dad ok? I hope you'll take me."

you smiled at him softly cradling the pretty baby in his hands with gentleness that he hadn't even touched you with. the baby's soft coos could be heard from inside your fiancé's arms, warming your heart even further.

maybe the childbirth was worth it.

⋆★ ! HATSUMI

super duper fun dad

ngl he would do either TOO MUCH with his kid or not enough.

either way he's the best with his kid

another one who would be bffs with his child

probably didn't want kids UNTILL he got you pregnant (accidentally)

girl dad. no questions whatsoever

it was a traditional thing that you and your family had made to always surprise someone whenever they went out and came back. this time, your husband was due to being surprised this time.

as your husband came back from another one of his fighting tournaments, your daughter had a great idea on how to surprise him today.

"im home!" he called out as he walked inside of your warm home, contrary to the cold weather outside.

..no response.

to his surprise, he wasn't being scared as soon as he walked in or greeted back in silly costumes. instead he was greeted with the same silence he always desired. but now, this same silence made him feel uneasy.

where was his daughter and wife? did they go out? are they hiding?

with a new found determination, he decided to push those thoughts away and instead look for an answer.

hatsumi tore the place down, top to bottom and found no one, just himself. with his heart slowly forming a sense of fear he started to become more agitated, calling your phone repeatedly and shouting for the two of you. hatsumi was about to search outside of the house before he released he hadn't checked on place. your daughters old nursey.

the nursery was long forgotten but it was still there, with all of the toys and your daughters old crib in order to honor her baby self. he reluctantly went closer to the door, slowly pushing it open to find you and your daughter dressed up as loraxes, dancing around a fake thneed tree to no music. all of the fear and worry hatsumi had before had now been replace with confusion and annoyance as he stared at the two of you.

"what is this."

as if on cue, the two of you handed him a oncler outfit and told him to change.

if this was family bonding, hatsumi wasn't sure he liked it very much.

⋆★ ! HIMURO

when he settles down, he settles DOWN

amazing dad, probably just is a bit too strict for your liking

probably baby traps the WHOLE house and says that it's to protect your baby

super overprotective over his child and you can't change his mind unfortunately

boy dad but wanted a girl.

he is the best dad (top 3)

you had left for the night shift of your job and had instructed himuro to feed your son before putting him to sleep and so that was what himuro was going to do.

well, it was what he attempted to do.

"no!"

himuro let out a huff of defeat as he slowly lowered the fork full of spinach down from his son's face. it had been 30 minutes now of begging the little boy to eat his veggies but he wouldn't let up.

"cmon hitori. if you wanna be strong like me, you gotta eat your vegetables!"

the little boy pouted his lips and shook his head vigorously, refusing to eat again. himuro was lost. he never cared for a child before and now this one was complaining and huffing over vegetables. he then sighed again, knowing that he would have to use his secret weapon.

your voice.

himuro had previously instructed you to record a voice message and to send it to him in case your shared son was feeling grumpy and uncompliant with certain demands.

as himuro pulled out his phone and turned on the voice recording, it seemed like the little boy was now intently looking at the phone until he heard your voice.

"hi there honey! i know im not there right now but be a good boy for mommy and eat your food okay?"

the boy quickly started to smile and cheer at hearing your voice immediately, causing a ruckus from the joy he was in. at seeing this, your husband started to pick up the fork full of veggies and push them to the mouth of the boy. instead of throwing the fork on the floor and complaining like the previous times, your toddler happily accepted the food, gulping it down in the matter of seconds.

damn, my son is really a mama's boy. himuro thought with a smile.

⋆★ ! COSMO

I can't see him as a dad but a cool uncle but I digress,

litterally SO FUN AS A DAD?

probably uses dad jokes everyday and he's dead serious in saying a joke everyday

he's that one dad you'd be embarrassed to bring to meet your friends bcs he's so awkward and corny

can and will be strict when needed—otherwise he is just a kind soul

honestly he is both a girl and boy dad but leaning towards boy

I'm sorry but he caves to anything his child asks of him

you want to go to Paris? okay sure!

you wanna own Paris? not sure he can do that but he'll try!

"daddy daddy! can I come with you to your job?"

your fiancé was one step outside the door when your three year old son decided to bring up his terrible fighting job he was in the middle of going to. he slowly turned to see him, grabbing tightly unto his sweat pants looking up at him with the most pleading eyes he has ever seen. cosmo quickly looked around for you to shut down your toddler's request until he realized that you were fast asleep in your shared room. he then quickly looked back to to make eye contact with his child.

"oh well buddy..you can't! daddy's job is very dangerous and serious and it's not made a cutie like you!"

your son's face slowly faded into a sad one, his lips now pouting and his eyes watering up. cosmo swore that his heart broke into millions of piece just looking at the poor baby.

although he didn't really want to, he couldn't exactly resist the sad, doggy eyes he was getting from his son.

so he caved.

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walking to the abandoned warehouse with a stroller was absolutely stupid of him, why didn't he just carry the boy on his shoulders?!

whatever, he was already here and his adorable baby was in the stroller on his tablet watching some lousy kids shows.

cosmo could've sworn that his heart dropped when he finally entered to see a match already going on with so many business men surrounding the event. he was now rethinking everything. he should've just said no! now it's gonna be a pain having to fight and watch your son..

as he entered, he was immediately approached by adam and kureshi.

"hey cosmo!"

the two didn't seem to notice the stroller immediately until small baby sounds came from it. adam was the first on to speak, noticing the child almost immediately.

"-what do we have here?"

cosmo knew he was screwed. you and adam were great friends so he probably wouldn't hesitate to you where your child currently was!

before kureshi could ask a question of his own, cosmo bent down into a bow.

"i beg of both of you! please don't tell [name] i brought him here, they'll kill me!"

the two laughed as cosmo was begging, his voice starting to shake in fear of what would happen to him if you were to find out. adam sharply put his arms on cosmos shoulders before talking to him again.

"ahh don't worry cos! we won't tell them, but one condition.."

cosmo looked up at adam, subtle fear in his eye of what Adam was about to suggest.

"what is it?"

"you've gotta leave the child in our care while you fight."

cosmo sighed a loud sigh before he finally realized that that the two were just playing with him to make him scared. he chuckled a dry laugh before saying,

"yeah, i was planning on it"

⋆★ ! INABA

little dad with little daughter <3

SO CUTE AS A DAD

litterally cradles his child in his hair and make like a little woven basket to hold them in 😭❤️

SO protective over you and the child

your daughter DEFINITELY got all of her hair from him, no questions asked

GIRL DAD COMPLETELY, DIDNT WANT A BOY

you had 'accidently' walked in on you husband's 'daddy and daughter time' that they had told you not to interrupt but you were just a girl and curious on what they were doing but the heart warming sight in front of you was the thing you expected to see.

your daughter was getting her hair braided by your husband into a long french braid while she was in a pretty mulan kimono that you are sure inaba bought for her. she was humming the words to "Be A Man" from the Mulan movie while making the sounds effect too.

your husband, who was behind her, focused on brading right, was dressed in a formal yukata with black and gray Chinese warrior armor that resembles a Genji armor with gold trim with his hair in a neat bun, obviously replicating li shang. it was adorable seeing the two bond so eagerly, you decided to not bother them.

as you went back into the living room, you wondered if they were going to watch the movie which in turn made you want to make Mulan inspired snacks for them. you quickly texted your husband, telling him not start tge movie until you come. almost immediately, you got to work.

you made a bunch of the snacks, some looked prettier than others and some tasted better than others but you tried your best for not having recipes for all of them. you plated all of them, making them look as presentable as possible before you walked to the bedroom where the two were before.

on cue, as you opened the door, both your husband and daughter surprised you with their outfits. your daughter now had chinese inspired makeup on and she was ranting about how good it looked on her. your husband on the other hand, stared at you, captivated by you before speaking up.

"you didn't have to my love but thank you."

a small smile showed up on his face as your heart warmed up even more at his words of gratitude.

the night went on with you and your family, chowing down your homemade snacks and falling asleep to the quiet mulan soundtrack in the background.

yall im backkk 🤭🤭