Daichi isn’t sure how he ended up here but he’s pretty sure
it has something to do with a certain silver haired brat whose epitaph he’s
writing in his head because he’s under the mistletoe with this lanky bastard
who’s been giving him nothing but shit all night.
“It’s bad luck not to kiss, ya know,” he says through a
devilish grin that should be illegal with how much it makes Daichi’s stubborn
knees turn weak.
Not to be out done, Daichi yanks tall, dark and too handsome
down to his level by his tie–gratified by the look of shock coupled with the
very uncool squeak he lets loose at the unexpected move–and plants one on him,
murmuring as he pulls away, “Feeling lucky, punk?”
AsaDai – Good Day Kiss
He’s running late, and of course can’t find his keys, his wallet or his scarf; the really fluffy one that keeps the cold at bay and is his favorite color.
But just as Asahi is thinking he’s done for, Daichi comes to the rescue, shoving his jacket into his arms, with a gruff, “Your stuff’s in the pockets, dingbat.”
Asahi smiles despite the insult, especially when Daichi wraps that favorite scarf around his neck and tugs him down for a good day kiss.
RARAAAAAA Do you want me to rank the boys? Ahhh torture.
Daichi’s hugs would feel so warm and reassuring. His arms around your back, hand rubbing between your shoulderblades, his face close to your hair. He just holds you, giving you time to gather yourself. A happy hug, Daichi squeezed you as he whispers in your ear to tease you, fingers playing with your hair until you throw your head back laughing/grinning.
Bokuto just grabs you, holds you close, bone crushing. His hand in your hair at the back of your head, pressing you into his chest, his other one at your lower back, pulling you ever closer. He squeezes you, and it makes you giggle, the hug comforting and sweet, a little impulsive. Happy hugs involve lifting you anf twirling, laughter and kisses.
Iwaizumi would hug you slowly, draw you in and pat you, once he has gotten used to the closeness. He whispers reassurances, comforts, anything, holds you close and secure, but not squeezing the air outta you like Bo. A happy hug, run up to him, he’ll catch you, lift you up and squeeze you with a smile, kisses your head and bathes in your laughter.
Ushijima’s hugs feel safe, his arms wrapping around you like a blanket. It feels like everything else is shut out and there you are, just you and him, safe from the world. That ’s his kind of hug. Makes you forget anything but him. His happy hugs are warm and safe, feeling a lot like the other ones in that they make anything around you disappear, just more laughter and his face in your hair.
The perfect hug for any occasion. You tell me which one seems perfect to you right now 😀
Dedicated to my dear friend @therealemma-trevelyan for all her lovely support when I’ve been ready to pull my hair out because writing is hard sometimes and I appreciate that someone as talented and busy as she is sees worth in giving me some of her time and attention. Hope you enjoy!
“As far as countermeasures, I know you could have come up with something better than letting that bastard touch what’s mine.”
Asahi swallows thickly against his dry throat. He’s been with Daichi too long not to catch the edge of anger, the hint of jealousy, lacing his words. It should terrify him really, given Daichi’s penchant for violence when thoroughly provoked, but it doesn’t, though the blindfold covering his eyes invokes a sense of apprehension.
The plan had been going well, a handful of the family managing to get through the doors of The Soaring Eagle nightclub that popped up seemingly overnight on the border of Karasuno’s territory.
Their mission: intel.
Nobody set up shop that close to another family’s turf unless they were looking for trouble. But starting a skirmish over assumptions was foolish; the place may not necessarily be associated to their most intense and dangerous rivals.
So Daichi put together a team to get in and find out what was going on. Dressed to the nines, Asahi, Yachi, Tanaka and Ennoshita were selected to take up the task with Daichi running point from the floor above, Tsukishima hacking into the security cameras to give them a clear view and keep tabs.
It had been going well, no murmurs of impending problems and just when they’d begun to think there was no reason to worry, he’d shown up; Tendou Satori.
Apparently, Asahi is his type and he threatened no end of pain to the rest of their enclave unless he did as told. So to avoid bloodshed, Asahi agreed before Daichi could counter him which led to a rather unpleasant evening from which Asahi returned being told upon arrival at home that “Dai-san wanted him downstairs”.
Asahi’s voice is breathless, strained as he pleads, “I’m sorry, Daichi. It didn’t mean anything, you know that.”
“I don’t know, you seemed pretty eager, I should know, pet,” Daichi growls.
Asahi opens his mouth to protest but gets no further than a gasp, feeling the press of cold metal against his throat; Daichi’s switchblade.
“I suggest not moving unless you feel like bleeding tonight.” The bed shifts under Daichi’s weight but he keeps the blade perfectly still. His breath fans hot over Asahi’s skin, his low voice pooling heat in his gut; “That may not be a bad idea… carve you up a bit… write my name in your flesh…”
Asahi feels a whimper wiggling in his throat, tries to keep his breathing even so as not to end up with less of a mark and more of a puncture.
“My how you tremble… are you afraid… or excited?” Daichi asks, voice even as he tilts the blade just enough to sting but not draw blood… yet.
This time Asahi does whine, a needy broken sound, laced with an undercurrent of want, but he’s not afraid. Not even if Daichi is mad or jealous will he actually hurt Asahi, he’s proven that. And he likes Daichi possessive over him, likes that he wants him only for himself.
Maybe that’s due to his overwhelming sense of self-loathing embedded deep in him from adolescence to adulthood. He’d been a wreck when Daichi found him, the shell of a man whose heart had been shattered worse than his body. What he saw in him that day (or even now) he doesn’t know but he’s so, so grateful.
Daichi glides the flat of the blade against his chest bringing his thoughts back from the brink and Asahi resists the urge to arch. It continues downward, its edge tickling the hairs of the hairs on his stomach, sharp enough to cut a few to shorter than they were.
Asahi’s cock firms up, pressing against the stretch of his boxer briefs.
He can hear the wicked smile Daichi’s sporting as he purrs, “Ooooh this excites you. Look at that cock coming to life.”
Asahi gets harder, his skin burning, longing for touch, even a rough one but Daichi just holds steady, restricting his movements with little more than his voice and a blade.
Daichi hums, “Maybe I will. Or maybe I’ll give you a haircut… knock down your sex appeal a few rungs with a real custom job…”
Asahi winces, a real rush of fear sliding over his arousal. He can’t help it, he loves his hair. It’s the perfect length now, full and lush and healthy, one of—in his mind—the few points of pride he has that’s all his own.
The blade moves away from his body, and as he feels Daichi shift, Asahi has a brief moment of panic, his whole body starting to shake. He licks dry lips, searches for his voice but it’s caged by indecision; should he use his safety word? Let Daichi know it’s too much? He feels terrible, but he needs to know, needs to be reassured this is only a part of their game and that Daichi would never—
The click of the blade closing makes him start but before he can speak Daichi’s mouth is on his, kissing him firmly, making him moan. He breaks the kiss with a lewd pop, twists one hand into Asahi’s hair, and tugs, pulling his head back, exposing his throat against which Daichi murmurs, “Easy pet, easy.” He plants tender soft kisses, and Asahi sighs, letting out all the tension in his body.
Daichi’s silk tie—sporting a thread count that can rival most luxury hotel sheets—drags over Asahi’s skin, drawing goosebumps. He looked so amazing in his new suit tonight and Asahi wishes he could see him, but more than that he wants to take it off layer by layer. The thought brings another needy sound out and Daichi pulls back.
“Ok now?” he asks, voice still low but softer.
Asahi nods, humming assent.
“You know I’d never cut your hair right?” He leans closer, breath hot and words hotter, “You know how much I love to pull it while I fuck you, right?”
Asahi nods rapidly… god does he want that, he wants it so bad. Daichi gathering his hair into one hand, tugging his head back while Asahi’s on all fours, fucking him, making him see stars…
“Do you want to keep going?” Daichi asks, and Asahi can hear the smile in his voice as though he already knows the answer, probably knows what Asahi is imaging and hoping he’ll do to him…
“Please Dai… need you…”
“Hmmm, tempting as that may be, I don’t think you earned that tonight. You’re supposed to be being punished, remember.”
Asahi’s nerves quiver, his whole body alight with desire and he almost sobs at the loss of contact—however small—when Daichi rises from the bed.
Silence descends.
Asahi’s skin hums, his breathing fast. He knows Daichi is still there, just watching him lie on the bed, sight restricted and at his mercy. The rustle of clothing makes his heart rate spike. Hearing zipper teeth unsecuring, he licks his lips again, a Pavlovian response… “Da…Dai….chi, please…”
He hears Daichi’s amused chuckle over the sound of more clothes being removed. Tears prick the edge of Asahi’s eyes, tortured over not being able to see glorious sinew and muscle coming into view.
There’s a rattle and the press of something cold against his lips; ice. He flinches, lips parting naturally. Daichi’s close again, voice laced with hunger but he remains ever in control as he slides the ice cube along the line of Asahi’s bottom lip; “Suck it a bit, you looked parched.”
Immediately Asahi’s lip purse to suck more of the cube into his mouth. He sweeps his tongue against it, eager for the moisture. The tips of Daichi’s fingers lay just against him, the salt of his skin mixing with the water until the thought of drinking Dai overwhelms Asahi.
The ice is melting, sending drops of water dripping on to heated flesh. Eventually, it becomes too small for Daichi to maintain his hold and he pushes the remainder gently into Asahi’s mouth; “Ok, you can finish it.”
Asahi wraps his lips around the rest of the cube, sucking lightly on Daichi’s fingers not yet retracted. A hand touches Asahi’s cheek; “So eager pet,” he murmurs. Then his fingers are gone and a much thicker, longer and blazingly hot appendage grazes Asahi’s lips, the familiar stickiness of precum smearing along the bottom.
“Plea—”
“Roll over here and suck it like a good boy,” Daichi cuts off, voice rough.
Asahi hurries to comply, rolling to his side and encasing Daichi’s cock in his mouth, moaning with relief at finally being able to touch, to give, to make amends for upsetting him.
“Fuuuuck… feels good,” Daichi hisses, more to himself than to Asahi, but he absorbs the affirmation anyway. Daichi cards his fingers through Asahi’s loose waves, gathers some in his hand to give encouraging tugs, urging him to take him deeper.
He does so, opening wide and moaning around Daichi, presses the flat of his tongue against the underside of his cock.
Daichi shifts, wraps his hand in Asahi’s hair more, his grip tighter, almost painful. He begins to thrust, pistoning in Asahi’s willing throat, conditioned to take him to the hilt. “Fuck… so good… damn it.”
Asahi only just barely manages not to gag and he feels the need to swallow but can’t and so opens his mouth wider, lets the built up saliva escape.
There’s a groan from Daichi, his pace increasing; “You should see yourself pet, so debauched, so needy, so good!”
Asahi’s grip on the sheets must be white knuckle by now, his cock an angry shade of red, leaking, desperate for touch but he has to wait, may not get to come tonight; it makes him want to cry.
“Damn your cock is so hard pet. It’s weeping for me.” Suddenly the blindfold is gone; “And you are too! Such pretty tears,” Daichi praises, trailing his free hand over Asahi’s cheek even as he continues fucking his face.
Daichi’s name catches in his throat, coming out a low, strangled moan.
“Should I come now? Would you like that?”
Asahi nods as best he can, braces himself for the impending rush down his throat.
“I… fuck your mouth feels so good! I’m gonna come, you ready? You ready to take my come pet?”
Another nod, another bracing inhale.
Daichi erupts, shooting his release down Asahi’s throat. It’s heavy and violent and Daichi curses his way through his orgasm, his grip on Asahi’s hair so tight more tears escape, rolling down his cheeks.
He needs a proper breath, tapping Daichi’s arm twice. Immediately he’s released and Daichi extracts his cock allowing Asahi to take a full breath. He coughs a little and his eyes burn from the tears but when he casts a half hooded eye look up at Daichi he smiles.
Daichi’s still catching his breath, glorious chest heaving. From this angle, Asahi catches the gleam of sweat on his skin, wants to taste it and licks his lips.
“My, my still hungry?” Daichi asks.
Asahi nods slowly but nearly pouts when Daichi shakes his head; “No more tonight, we need sleep.” He eyes Asahi’s cock, still rock hard and pulsing. Asahi breath catches in his throat, hoping Daichi will have mercy and give him release too.
He chokes on air when Daichi wraps one large hand around him, giving a none too gentle tug; “Who’s cock is this?”
“Y…yours…” Asahi’s head falls back against the pillows, a grunting groan erupting from parted lips.
“Who are you hard for?”
“You… Dai… only you…”
“Are you sure? Not thinking of someone else? That fucking piece of shit redhead for instance?”
Asahi opens his eyes, finds Daichi looking down at him with a dark, deadly expression even as he continues stroking his cock. His mouth is dry again but he croaks out as fast as his tongue can wag, “No! Not him! Not anyone but you Daichi!”
“Mmmmmm… that’s good to hear… that’s very… very,” his pace increases, the slick of Asahi’s precum squelching in his hand, “very good.”
“Dai… fuck… please…”
He won’t last, he can’t, it’s too much. He needs to cum, needs it so badly he feels almost sick.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Daichi hums still stroking.
“Yes!”
“Yes…?”
“Yes, sir!”
Another hum, more stroking. Daichi’s breathing goes up again but is lost in the sound of Asahi’s desperate gasps and pleas.
Finally, he hears, “Ok, pet, come for me.”
Asahi screams, probably sounds like he’s dying but he can’t help it, his release—welcome as it is—is almost painful for having had to wait so long.
Cum splashes on his stomach, warm and sticky but he doesn’t care, he just lies there boneless, catching his breath with his eyes closed.
The press of fabric makes them open again. It takes a few seconds but they widen further when he sees what Daichi is cleaning him up with; “Is… is that my new suit?”
Daichi nods, finishes wiping him up. When his eyes meet Asahi’s they’re dark once more. “I was gonna burn it anyway, might as well make it useful one last time.” He reaches with one hand, clasps Asahi’s chin and presses a surprisingly gentle kiss on his lips; “Don’t let anyone touch you like that again. I don’t care whose ass you’re tryin’ to save, understand?”
Asahi just nods, pecks those grim set lips again and nuzzles Daichi’s cheek; “M’sorry”
“I know, you did really well tonight,” Daichi affirms, giving another kiss before moving away. Asahi whimpers, he needs him close; “One second love, just gotta finish cleaning up.” Asahi preens at the new term of endearment, his usual, the one Daichi uses when he’s very, very pleased. He rolls to his side, watches Daichi roll up the cum stained suit and thrust it into the fire burning in the grate. It catches with a whoosh, the flick of flame highlighting Daichi’s strong jawline.
Asahi sighs, feels his eyelids growing heavy and closes them. A moment later, he hears the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. He cracks open one eye, watches Daichi walk to the bed, his gloriously tone body outlined by fire light and it stirs longing in his gut but he’s so tired…
“Gotta get you cleaned up love, wanna hold you too.” Daichi takes his hand, pulls him to a seated position and caresses his cheek; “Can you walk?”
Asahi nods but as he stands he feels his knees buckle slightly, still overwrought thanks to the build up of his orgasm. Concern colors Daichi’s face, softens it making Asahi’s heart flutter. “Shit, I knew I took it too far. Sorry love, here, let me help you.” He settles Asahi’s arm about his neck and wraps his own around Asahi’s waist, walking him along to the threshold of the immense bathroom; taking the whole basement as their quarters was one of the best ideas ever.
“Sit here, let me finish setting up,” Daichi says lowering Asahi carefully onto the edge of the tub. He’s still tired but less shakey. With a flick of his wrist, Daichi turns off the taps, tests the water temperature and drops in some essential lavender oil.
He steps into the tub, extending a hand to help Asahi join him. Daichi sits first, presses a kiss to Asahi’s ass making him sigh; “Alright, ease down, take your time.”
Asahi does so, sighing as first hot water then hot skin envelop him, Daichi’s chest solid against his back.
He tilts his head, accepts with full appreciation the light kisses to his shoulder and neck.
“Love you,” Daichi whispers in his ear.
Asahi hums, a content sound and nods; “Love you too.”
Soooooo here’s something I had in mind for Admin Jade @vball-baes-bball-babes !!! Sorry I missed your birthday! Hope this will suffice!!
Cold.
You’ve felt that for a while now. The feeling prickled at your skin, made its way down your tissue, seeped into your bones, chilling you down to the core.
The heartbreak didn’t cause you pain anymore. Things have been like this for a while now, and you couldn’t help but feel lackadaisical towards the passing of days. You wanted to feel something else, but you felt trapped in the vortex, unable to escape by any means. You gave up on trying a while ago anyway. You relied on routine to keep you sane now. Get up, eat, go to work, sleep. Of course, you had a change of task every now and then, but you stuck to this schedule religiously. Some may call thus repetition insane, but strangely, being able to control this aspect of your life was comforting.
And today, you were doing just that.
You stepped outside your house, instantly shivering from the instantaneous drop in temperature. It seemed almost ironic how the weather mirrored your mood. Heavy, grey clouds blanketed the sky, dusting the ground below with white specks of snow.
You sighed, and with it came a puff of “smoke”, then made your way down to the train station to get to work.
After a few moments of waiting, you finally boarded the train. A seemingly endless sea of people flooded into the car alongside you. You felt a little claustrophobic, but you’ve experienced this enough times to become at least slightly used to it. You sat down at a seat in the back of the car by the window. This only left room for one person to sit beside you, which was arguably better than having two people squished against you.
You rummaged around in your bag, searching for your phone to help you endure the ride. You heard someone sit down beside you, but you didn’t pay much attention to them. You searched around more in your bag. You heard the doors close and the screeching of the wheels as the car started to move.
Unfortunately, you turned out empty-handed. You probably left it on the charger at home.
You sighed and sunk into your seat. Maybe you could be content listening to the whirring of the car…
“Um, are you okay?”
You jumped a bit at the sudden voice. You turned to the side to face the source.
It was a man. He seemed around your age. His dark brown hair was cut short and neat, and his brown eyes spoke of genuine concern. And to be completely honest, for the first time in a while, you had to suppress a blush from rising to your cheeks.
“Y-yeah…I’m fine.” You answered, feeling a bit embarrassed to have caused a distraction. You must’ve sighed louder than you intended.
“Okay,” He laughed softly, albeit awkwardly. “I was a little worried for a second. You seem really upset.”
You smiled weakly in return. “Eh, I guess you could still say that.”
He turned to face you more. “What’s bothering you?”
You scoffed. “You don’t really want to listen to my issues.”
He waved his hand in disagreement. “No, no. I do. I left my headphones at home, so I don’t have anything to do besides talk.”
The car was filled with random noises and the chatting of strangers. No one was paying attention to you two either. So no harm in pouring your heart out to a random stranger. Right?
You told him about everything that’s happened lately. The breakup mainly. He listened intently and nodded his head in fervor when he agreed or related to something you said, occasionally, he’d respond with small tidbits of his own.
Once you finished, you felt a little weight lifted off your shoulders. It felt good to get that off your chest.
“Well,” He paused. A look of intent concentration crossed his face. “I’m really sorry about that. Sometimes, people stay together out of necessity. Think of this as an opportunity to find someone you enjoy being with.” He smiled amicably at you. You almost wanted to take of mental picture of this moment, it felt straight out of a movie.
The screeching of the train’s brakes brought you your moment to a halt, you two must have been talking for longer than you realized.
The car began to flood again with people standing up, clogging themselves around the unopened doors. The man beside you stood up as well and offered his hand out to help you out of your seat, which you gladly accepted. As you two walked to the exit, you suddenly spoke up.
“Hey…can I ask for your name?”
He smiled and stuck his hand out again, this time for a shake. “Sawamura Daichi. And you?”
You gratefully took his hand in yours and introduced yourself.
You two walked out the doors, he turned to you.
“See you tomorrow?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
The both of you parted ways, thankfully not for the last time. You stepped out of the train station and onto the partially melted snowy sidewalk. Despite the weather, you felt different from before.
You felt warm.
Brie this is great! Thank you so much for writing it for me, I’m truly honored. You know how much I love Daichi and this felt exactly like what he’d do even for a total stranger. Thank you again so much luv!
Haikyuu Father’s Day Headcanons
I woke up feeling domestic today so in honor of Father’s Day I put together some random headcanons for some of the Haikyuu boys. I hope you enjoy them and happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!
Karasuno
Daichi has been teased for being the “dad’ of his group for years so it’s no surprise he takes to fatherhood officially like a fish to water. He is the king of shoulder rides and tickle fights.
Sugawara is the best at bedtime stories, often coming up with “multi-chapter” renditions he continues one night after the other. It’s his ploy to get the kids to bed. “Well, if you want to know what happens to Marxa and Meddy, listen to your mother and get ready for bed.” Works. Every. Time.
Asahi cried when his daughter – the first born – came into the world. He couldn’t help it, she was just so tiny and perfect and a piece of you and him that he was overwhelmed. He was a bit afraid to hold her at first but once that sweet bundle was nestled in his arms it was over for him; he didn’t know he could love two people with an equal level of devotion in such different ways.
Tanaka loves all that being a dad entails. He’s there for his kids first bike ride, roller skate fall, getting stuck in a tree and needing daddy to save them. He chases away monsters from under the bed or in the closet and is always the first to kiss a boo boo and make it feel better. He’s their hero.
Nishinoya’s energy is able to keep up with his brood – four kids – rather well. He loves “tagfest” the most, running through the park as his kids squeal with glee and “daddy, catch me” sounding over the fields.
Ennoshita documents every little bit of his children’s lives that he can, for posterity (and a little practice). But he makes sure to set the camera down and actually be in the moment with them, frequently caught off guard when he’s editing later to find his wife sneakily grabbed the camera and got some scenes with him as the main star.
Kinoshita is the best breakfast maker and loves doing it with his kids. They make a mess of the kitchen but the end results are usually delicious. They horse around a bit during the cleaning and it’s a bit loud but the job gets done.
Narita enjoys reading with his kids. They’ll pile on his lap either in bed or on the couch and he’ll pop open the book of the day, reading aloud and doing voices and sound effects much to his children’s delight.
Kageyama wasn’t sure at first if he wanted children, afraid he wouldn’t be suited for the roll of “dad”. But once he does have them he does well. Unsurprisingly, when they’re old enough, he’s the first to encourage them to try out volleyball but if they don’t want to, he doesn’t love them any less. He just tries to understand whatever they are in to.
Hinata is another energy filled dad, able to play for hours with his kids without seeming to break a sweat. He’s frequently seen with his “little crows” at official matches, swelling with pride whenever he hears squeals of encouragement whenever he scores.
Tsukishima tried to be firm in regards to keeping his kid out of his and his wife’s bedroom; that is their sanctuary. But when his little girl came crying during a loud and violent storm, he simply lifted her up, kissed her cheek, laid her between himself and her mother and snuggled away her fears.
Yamaguchi frequently plans playdates for his kids and those of his former teammates, usually on Sunday mornings or afternoons when most of – if not all – of them are available to get together. Occasionally they’ll go to an amusement park or zoo or some place similar but most of the time the dates consist of the dads chatting over simple sandwiches while their children run about a park and play together.
Ukai wasn’t sure he wanted kids since taking care of his “little rascals” was already so exhausting but eventually he decides he does want to and when he does he’s never lacking for willing babysitters, all of “his boys” from that first year of him coaching offering their help to raise his twin boys.
Aobajosai
Oikawa loves taking his two little twin girls shopping. Buying them cute, matching outfits just makes his day. They have way too many, but that doesn’t stop him from doing it. When they get older, they’re more resistant to it but will make sure to go at least once a year – on Father’s Day – and let their dad pick something for them.
Iwaizumi enjoys cooking and his Father’s Day tradition with his kids is finding a traditional dish – either from their country or another – and trying it out together. Whether it comes out right or they like it or not, it’s the experience of cooking together that they love. And if it doesn’t come out right, they just order take out.
Matsukawa frequently tortures his children when they are older with typical dad jokes, especially around their significant others when they start dating.
Hanamaki likes to do family outings / experiences with his kids on Father’s Day rather than have them buy him stuff he doesn’t really need. One year, when they were in middle school, he planned a volunteer day at a local shelter. At the end of the day he said, “Now that you have some of an idea of what it takes to take care of a dog, do you still want one?” When they all agree they did he told them to work together to pick one to take home.
Yahaba spends time with his kids doing art projects. They want to color? He’ll color with them. Paint? It’ll be outside with drop cloth and smocks but sure, why not? Sidewalk chalk and hopscotch? He’s there. Watching his kids be creative is one of his greatest joys.
Watari’s kids love to snuggle with him. They’ll crawl in his lap to watch a movie or beg him to lay with them during nap time when he’s home.
Kindaichi is rather competitive so he has to watch himself whenever he plays games with his kids not to get too into it. He won’t just let them win, though. They have to learn the agony of defeat, even in Mario Kart.
Kunimi – because of his dislike for loud, energetic beings – struggled through his kids toddler and young childhood years. He was there for them but it was a tough go. He does exceptionally well during the latter school years frequently being a source of help for them during homework time.
Kyotani is – unsurprisingly – fiercely protective of his kids. He can be a bit harsh with them but his attitude has mellowed out and they know above all else that he loves them. God help the boy who tries to date his daughter.
Nekoma
Kuroo is also fond of the dad jokes or science puns and frequently uses them to diffuse arguments with his kids, either between each other or with him.
Kenma – shockingly – loves playing video games with his kids. His proudest moment was when his son asked for his own PSP for his birthday.
Yamamoto, when they are old enough, teaches his daughters self defense to protect themselves from the numerous boys he just knows will be after them. They roll their eyes but do as told, teasing him with tidbits uncle Kuroo and Yaku told them about his own high school days. This only encourages him to increase the training, must to their chagrin.
Kai is the party planner for his kids’ birthday parties, taking whatever theme they want that year to the extreme and creating a wonderful experience for their guests and themselves.
Yaku loves baking with his kids. He’s always finding new recipes to try and they laugh their way through techniques they don’t understand, learning as they go and eating the fruits of their labor. After clean up, they go for a run or bike ride together to “burn off the sugar” before crashing for a nap.
Inuoka does finger puppet shows for his kids. He lets them make the characters out of arts and craft supplies then uses a stage box he built himself to put on productions for them. Sometimes they write the stories together and sometimes he makes it up for them to simply enjoy.
Lev is a master of hide and seek and his kids frequently challenge him in it. When his youngest managed to hide for over an hour it prompted him to put trackers on them, linked to their mother’s cell phone so he can’t cheat.
Other Team Favorites
Bokuto gives the best “horsey” rides, willing to get down on all fours and properly run about and buck, his children squealing with joy as they ride. It usually ends with Bokuto collapsed on the grass and his kids piling on top of him in fits of giggles.
Akaashi is a master at getting his babies to sleep. He rocks them gently, trailing his fingers over their forehead and down their eyelids prompting them to close. When they’re asleep, he lays them in their crib and watches them sleep for a little, a soft smile on his face.
Aone is a human jungle gym for his kids. They love to climb all over him, hanging from his strong arms or neck. They also love to wrestle with him, frequently ganging up to try to take him down. Aone just smiles quietly through it all, enjoying the time playing with his kids.
Koganegawa is just as entertained as his children watching animated movies. On Saturday nights, they cuddle together on the couch with snacks and drinks, pulling out of a hat what movie they’re going to watch from their massive collection.
Ushijima struggled in the beginning of fatherhood due to the unpredictability of children; babies in particular. But once he got the hang of the basics, he began to enjoy the experience more. The first time his son cuddled up and fell asleep on his chest he was a lost man; fatherhood, he decided, was the best thing to ever happen to him.
Semi is the dad whose kids can talk to him about and tell him anything. He takes their opinions, thoughts, ideas, worries, fears, arguments all in stride, allowing them to have their say (respectfully, there is no reason to be rude and it just makes you look stupid). When they’re done, he offers his advice, opinion or answer depending on the nature of the discussion. They may not always like what he says but they respect him because he respects them.
Tendo was quite nervous to have children to be honest. Would they like him? Would they think he was scary? Then, his daughter was born and all his fears melted. He might have shed a few tears, but he’ll never admit it. He gets her into manga when she’s older and the two of them will spend hours fanboy/girling over their favorites.
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