#SRRY I CAN SEE WAKATOSHI CALLING HIS SON SPORT

[strawberrykake]

surprising him w ur son wearing the same outfit as him

father’s day special ❣️ insp by this

warnings: timeskip!haikyuu, kuroo is slightly suggestive (baby fever), daughter ver.

Ushijima, Bokuto, Daichi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Kita

Ushijima 👟

Your husband who’s already tying his shoelaces, getting prepped up for his early morning run doesn’t hear you enter the living room with your very hyper 3 year old son wearing a new outfit

Specifically, a matching pair of the black adidas tracksuit that your husband wore every morning

“Hon? Going for a run?” You ask in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” He stands up straight and turns around to give you a peck when he feels a tug on his pants.

“Dada,” your child coos, eyes wide looking up at his father.

You smirk, waiting for his reaction

But it’s delayed bc he’s the most oblivious man you know

“Hey, sport.” He bends down and swoops up the kid effortlessly, tickling his neck with kisses. “Now, wait a minute.” Your husband pauses and lifts your kid higher, studying his look. “What in the world,” he chuckles. The small boy giggles, wiggling in his father’s hold.

Ushijima looks over at you, an eyebrow raised. “Darling?

“Hehe,” you cover your mouth to muffle your giggles. “You like?” He looks back at his son’s matching pants and jacket and shoes.

“I love.” He holds his giggling son close in his right arm, opening the door with his left. “We’ll be right back, mommy.”

“What?” You ask, a little caught off guard. Ushijma usually goes on runs by himself while you and your son wait at home.

“Im canceling runs today. We’re going on a walk.” The sudden decision makes you send him a questioning look.

“He didn’t eat breakfast yet,” you point out.

“Then let’s stop by Mcdonald’s.” Ushijima’s smile is stuck on his face as he’s adjusting the zipper of his son’s jacket. Ushijima isn’t a fan of fast food but his son loves it and he loves to spoil him very much. Although, McDonald’s for breakfast is a rare thing.

You hesitate before nodding in agreement. You tie up your hair and grab your purse before walking to the door where your husband and son stood.

“Yay! Meek Danno!” Your kid raises his fists. Where did he learn that? Ushijima reaches out to you, pulling you in for a kiss on your cheek.

“Thank you,” he says. “You know, you should get an outfit yourself,” he says smirking. Before you could comment, the boy starts to whine.

“I want kithhhh.” You and Ushijima look to each other, chuckling. Then each of you kiss the sides of his face simultaneously, making him giggle.

Bokuto 📸

Bokuto who’s going through a little emo phase bc of his work, lays down on his couch an arm over his head

You decide to cheer him up by surprising him with your son dressed in the same outfit as him: a grey hoodie, brown shorts and a brown beaded bracelet

“Go tell, daddy,” you whisper in your son’s ear, tickling him.

He giggles silently and tiptoes his way to his moping father on the furniture.

his little fingers tap on Bokuto’s sleeved arm covering his face.

“Rockstar, is that you?” He calls his son by the little nickname he created for him. His little rockstar. Which the child LOVES.

You laugh to yourself. Never gets old. Bokuto moves his arm away, his eyes peeking out playfully at his son. When it comes to his son, his emo phase is immediately turned off. He always makes sure his baby is happy.

Suddenly, it’s as if something struck him as sits up, noticing his son’s outfit. “Woah! Look at you!” And then Bokuto’s beaming as if all his troubles have gone away. Bokuto holds up his son and spins him around in the air. “Well, aren’t you the coolest looking dude?” You laugh, catching his attention. “Babe, do you see this? We’re twins!” His emo phase is practically long gone, hair no longer drooping and eyes wide with surprise.

“Haha, you are,” you say, laughing. “Here, honey, I’ll take a picture of you guys.” You lift a camera and your husband is quick on his feet, placing his son on the ground for one photo. Then, picking him up and making several poses..

“Peace-sign! Peace-sign!” And the little kid slowly tries to mimic his father’s gestures. “There we go, my boy!”

After their photo op, the two are playing in their cute matching outfits and you cant help but snap more photos for memory of this day. The next thing you know, they’re fast asleep on the couch with matching open mouths as they snore. Somehow, the strings of their hoodies ended up tied together, making you raise a brow and lips curve. Bokuto has his arm around the little one who is curled up, snuggling into his father’s shirt.

You snap another picture, laughing silently to yourself. That’s a new lockscreen for sure.

Daichi 🔨

Daichi was in the kitchen to fix the sink’s leaky faucet when his son comes barging in

You follow the kid behind him, hands behind your back

“Daddy, look!” The boy exclaims holding a toy hammer in his hand, handing it to his father.

Your son was supposed to show his outfit, not the hammer in his hand

he probably misunderstood when you told him to go “show daddy” as he held his toy in his hand.

“Whatcha got there, buddy?” Daichi chuckles, taking the rubber hammer. “S’it for me?”

He studies the object. Then his eyebrows furrow.

You cup a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. You knew that look.

He looks back up to his son, making a double take, and noticing the matching black polo shirt and khakis.

That’s when he drops the hammer “Oh my god,” he chuckles again, but this time in disbelief. He picks up the boy, walking over to you.

“Honey?” He motions to his son in his arms and to his outfit, posing. “How do we look?” Your husband smiles widely.

“You two look dashing,” you say.

“This is the best day ever.” He places a kiss on his son’s cheek before tickling him silly and swinging him. The kid starts giggling uncontrollably and you can’t help but chuckle from the contagious laughter. Daichi places the squirming child back on the ground, before walking over to you.

“Thank you,” he says with a soft gaze, cupping your cheeks with both of his hands and placing a huge kiss on your lips. “Mmmmwah.”

“Mmph!” the feeling of his strong palms squeezing your cheeks overwhelm you. But a soft giggle escapes you and Daichi knows that you love when he does this. Your son stands on the side, running his toy car across the furniture. His head spins to his parents hearing your giggle. And Daichi is giving all his attention back to the boy.

“Wow, neat car you got there!” He smiles, watching his kid with adoration.

Looks like the sink’s repair will have to wait.

Kuroo 👔

Kuroo had just gotten from work, his tie loosened and coat immediately thrown off

now left in his white collared long sleeve and dress pants.

“Hey, honey,” he greets you with a lingering kiss.

“Welcome back,” you say, pressing your lips against his.

He leans over you to deepen the kiss, his hands resting on your lower back

And you giggle pushing him back.

He chuckles. “Where’s the little one?”

“Close your eyes,” you say, smiling.

“Huh?” he asks, confused.

“Babe, close your eyes, trust me.”

And he closes them, a corner of his lips turning. “What is this, huh?”

“No peeking!” you warn. And right on time, your son rushes toward his father from behind you.

Kuroo feels something hugging his leg.

“S’that you, rascal?” The kid makes babbling noises as Kuroo ruffles his hair, eyes still closed.

You bend down and grab the child. “C’mere, baby.” You lift him into your arms. “Okay! Open, babe.”

Kuroo opens his eyes and gasps. “This isn’t real.” His open mouth turns into a smile and the kid mirrors his father’s expression. You had set up an outfit for your son similar to Kuroo’s work clothes, and even styling his hair to match the crow-like shape of his father’s.

Your son opens his arms as an invitation for Kuroo to take him from your hold, and Kuroo chuckles, grabbing the toddler.

“He looks so handsome! You look so handsome, bud!” Kuroo tickles the belly of the child, making him laugh.

“He looks like you,” you say staring at your child fondly. Their resemblance is uncanny. From the jet black hair, the eyes, and the same smug expression. Anybody could tell that Kuroo’s genes were strong on this one.

“Exactly,” Kuroo smirks. Of course his handsome little boy looks just like his handsome father. It only makes him think about sharing more kids with you. “I want more children. Let’s make more of these, yeah?” Kuroo says bluntly. And you had to whack him in the shoulder.

“Testurou!” You say flustered.

“What? I’m just sayin,” he defends, the child lightly bouncing on his hip and busy playing with his father’s messy hair.

“We can talk about this later,” you say, smiling at your cute son. Kuroo leans down to give you a peck on your cheek as a thank you for this little event you made for him.

Iwaizumi ☕️

Iwaizumi was sitting on the couch

his computer on his lap as he remains his focus on his work, typing at a fast pace

he had just got off a zoom call with his co-worker

lately, he’s been stressed and working hard the whole day, spending his time on the screen

while consuming an unhealthy amount of caffeine to keep himself awake (you had to take it away from him)

wanting to cheer him up, you and your dear son come up with a small surprise

you enter the room holding your neatly dressed son’s hand as you approach him

“Oh hey,” your husband looks up, rubbing his eyelids

Iwaizumi’s tired eyes squint, looking at his adorable son who is. . .dressed up as him?

His eyes widen when he realizes that what he’s seeing isn’t a hallucination. The boy had changed out of his previous clothes and is wearing the same exact clothes his father’s wearing: white tank and grey sweats.

“Did you get dressed up like me? Hmm?” Iwaizumi tosses his laptop aside, bringing his full attention to his son who cheerfully walks toward his dad. “Come here, you,” he says with a huff, picking up his son. A smile adorns the father’s face as he watches the energetic kid squeeze his father’s cheeks.

“This is crazy,” you say to yourself, shaking your head. Combined with their outfits, the two males are mirrors of each other. Your son got your husband’s spiky hair and eyes. However, you could see your smile in his. And that was Iwaizumi’s favorite part.

“Come here, momma,” your husband calls out to you and pats the space next to him. You perk up at his voice, following his words. As you sat down, you watched Iwaizumi continue to entertain his kid, giving him light tickles with his lips. “Oh, you little handsome thing.” Iwaizumi pauses when he notices you staring lovingly at them. And his smile brightens. “I love this. Our baby’s too cute.”

“I know right?” You say, grabbing your kid’s chubby cheek and giving it a light squeeze.

“Why don’t we do this often?” Iwaizumi asks and the kid moves out of his father’s lap, walking onto the cushion of the couch. It makes Iwaizumi tear his eyes away from you, to help balance his energetic child walk across the couch. “Careful, boy.”

“We should.” You stand up and quickly pick him up. “You both are so cute like this!” Looking between your husband and your child, you boop their noses. Iwaizumi is shocked by your action. Unable to help himself, plus, the image of you holding his child, he gives you a huge kiss then placing another on his child’s forehead.

“I love you two.” He sighs contently and realizes he could really use a break from work for a minute.



Kita 🍚

Coming back from delivering rice packs, Kita is exhausted

you greet him at the door as he enters with a comforting smile

“Shinsuke,” you say, hugging your husband.

“Hey, darlin’” he places a kiss on your lips and wraps his arms around your waist.

“Where’s our little ball of happiness?” he whispers in case the child he spoke of was asleep

“I’m glad you asked.” You smirk, before turning and calling your son. “C’mon baby, show papa what you got!”

And there goes your little ball of happiness skipping into the room with a replica of Kita’s clothes. The man lets you go and slowly approaches the child.

“Woah,” he breathes in amazement. It’s like looking at a reflection of his youth. “Where did you—How did you—?” Kita is astonished, his head turning to look between you and his son. He finally squats and lets the kid jump into his arms, squealing.

“Ordered the outfit online and it arrived today, so…here we are. Surprise, love,” you say, bringing your phone out for a photo as Kita tickles the boy’s neck with kisses.

“Oh my god…” Your husband stands with your son in his arms, walking over to you. He sighs. “I love you,” and gives you a kiss, before facing his child. “And I love you!” He lifts the kid into the air, spinning. The joy on their faces mirroring each other.

Before you know it, Kita is outside admiring the orangey sky with his son. The baby points at something in the sky, probably a bird or maybe a weirdly shaped cloud. Kita gazes along with him. It’s moments like these that make you forget all that is wrong with the world.

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