#thank god my amazing twin brother and his spouse and my boyfriend were here to help me bc id literally freak the fuck out if i was alone

[stinkrascal]

the person who i stopped being friends with came to my fucking house to ask me if i blocked her???? oh my fucking god lady you are 35 YEARS OLD??????

#i cant believe that fucking happened oh my god??????? she actually came to my house?????? #remember how i was having a freakout about how i thought she’d come to my house n i was checking windows and shit HA i feel validated now #OH MY GOD??????? my boyfriend had to tell her to leave bc she just kept standing there at the door??????? #he CLOSED THE BLINDS ON HER FACE AND STILL WOULDN’T LEAVE????????? #i cant believe that fucking happened I CANT BELIEVE A 35 YEAR OLD CONFRONTED ME IRL ABOUT BLOCKING HER PHONE NUMBER HOLY SHIT #thank god my amazing twin brother and his spouse and my boyfriend were here to help me bc id literally freak the fuck out if i was alone #i feel so unsafe now holy shit what a fucking weirdo 😭

[miracleboiz]

Making a Home Ch.18

Kita Shinsuke had experienced a lot in life. He had been raised with his grandmother, a loving foster parent and for some time he followed in her foot steps before finding his own path. He thought his foster care license had expired before getting a call at three am with two small boys thrust into his arms. Miya Osamu and Atsumu, from broken homes but still fighting. Thirty days before his license expires. Thirty days to make a choice, keep the boys or let them be separated into different homes. Thirty days to fall in love with them.

Words: 4k

Relationships: Ojiro Aran/Kita Shinsuke, Gen

Warnings: Mention of past child abuse, non-graphic abuseNot from Kita, but it is mentioned. I will post any warnings before any panic attacks or vague descriptions of abuse

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The two hadn’t been the only ones hiding around the corner and Shinsuke had to hold Hitoshi up  as another child rocketed forward and into him.

“Are you okay? You’re never allowed to go on any other group ever again!” The child cried, hugging Hitoshi as tightly as he could as Hitoshi hugged back.

“I’m okay Rin-kun. Shinji-kun protected me and Atsumu-kun.” Hitoshi chattered, almost uncaring of the way Rin-kun was attempting to latch onto him forever. Rin-kun looked over Hitoshi’s shoulder at the two other boys.

“Thanks…” He mumbled, turning back to Hitoshi to look over his cheek.

“Rin-kun,” Shinji called softly, “we’re going to go to the bakery, do you want to come with us?”

Rintaro blinked at them, eyeing Tooru almost suspiciously before nodding.

“I hafta tell Aran-kun we won’t be at practice though…” Rin said, making Osamu jump from where he’d latched onto his brother’s shirt and Shinsuke’s hand.

“You know Aran-kun?” He chirped, making Rintaro blink and slowly nod. “The one with the pretty puppy Lady?”

“Yes, me and Hitoshi-kun play volleyball with him sometimes… How do you know him?”

“He’s Shinsuke-san’s husband.” Osamu said cheerfully, swinging Shinsuke’s arm. Instantly Shinsuke’s face turned red, embarrassment flooding over him quickly followed by annoyance as Tooru turned to give him a quirked eyebrow. The other man opened his mouth to tease him before Atsumu spoke.

“No, stupid! He’s Shinsuke-san’s boyfriend, they’re not married yet… Right Shinsuke-san?” Atsumu blinked up at Shinsuke, a hint of almost panic in his eyes. After thinking about it, it was clear to Atsumu that Shinsuke and Aran were dating. Why else would Shinsuke act differently with him? That didn’t mean Atsumu liked Aran yet, not at all. They could still get married and decide they didn’t want Osamu or him.

Shinsuke wasn’t sure if he wanted to face palm or just leave and go lay down for a bit. Tooru had turned away but his shoulders were absolutely shaking with laughter. If either of his two kids repeated that within ten miles of Michinari then Shinsuke was absolutely doomed.

“No… Osamu, Atsumu, Aran-san is not my husband or my boyfriend.” Shinsuke said, blinking in surprise when the twin’s heads turned towards him and tilted in confusion.

“He’s… not?” Osamu sounded confused, looking at his brother as if he would have the answers. “Then… You’re not going to marry Oji-san right? I like Oji-san! But… I like how happy you are when Aran-kun comes over.”

“I don’t.” Atsumu grumbled, nearly intelligible.

This was punishment from the gods, Shinsuke was convinced. They had finally decided to get his revenge after he spent twenty-eight years not caring about them. Or this was punishment for not visiting his granny enough.

His heart seemed to beat heavier as embarrassment washed over him again as Tooru had to smother his laughter. Shinsuke shot him a venomous glare but it did nothing against the man who just grinned at him.

“No, I am not in a relationship with Aran-san. Nor am I going to marry Michinari.” Shinsuke sighed, reaching up to ruffle both of their heads. “Don’t go getting ideas of marrying me off just to get spoiled.”

He still couldn’t suppress the smile forcing his way onto his lips no matter how hard he tried. Between the twin’s being absolutely thrown off by the knowledge that Shinsuke was indeed single and realizing that Osamu atleast would be more than happy to have Aran as a dad, Shinsuke had no way to stop the affection bubbling in his chest.

He’d have to get to the bottom of Atsumu’s issue with Aran. Until then it still made him happier than he wanted to admit to think about raising the boys with Aran. That secret, however, would stay a secret a while longer.

“C’mon boys, before you try and make me marry Tooru, school’s already over. Let’s go get your bags and head over to the bakery okay? Rin-kun, I’ll let Aran-san know that you won’t be coming today, don’t worry about it.” Shinsuke said, quickly distracting them and rushing them along. He ignored Tooru’s pointed looks, keeping his eyes down on his kids so he wouldn’t cause Tooru to have another laughing fit.

“Welcome to Castle Bakery, I see you’ve managed to kidnap my kids and my secret husband. Are you coming to exchange them for pastries or just return them for being stinkers?” Takahiro called from behind the counter, leaning across it as they walked through the front door. The bakery wasn’t packed, most parents were at work and kids were at clubs.

Shinsuke gently moved Osamu’s hand from his wrist, letting him take hold of Shigeru instead as the smaller child dragged them in. Atsumu twisted and grabbed Shinji who was dragged off before he had a chance to grab Hitoshi and Ren. The two seemed a little overwhelmed so Shinsuke moved with them, letting Tooru move around them to greet his spouse? Boyfriend?

Shinsuke still wasn’t sure what they referred to themselves as Hajime always called them boyfriends and Tooru changed it every time he spoke. As long as they were happy, Shinsuke didn’t really see a point in asking for clarification.

Hitoshi and Rintaro both seemed amazed at the shop. Shinsuke glanced around too, wondering when the last time he’d actually been in there was.

The walls were painted a pretty cream white, a turquoise trim wherever the wall connected to something else. Even the counter was a vibrant blue against the tile floor. Along each wall were small round golden tables with cushioned chairs on either side.

A comfortable corner was tucked away with a ‘Little Free Library’ that was packed full of books. On the bottom shelf small toys spilled out that a toddler was happily playing with while her mother sat beside her on a couch, a small cupcake on the coffee table in front of her. 

It was comfortable despite the blaring white, probably helped by the long display rack that cut off the main room from the kitchen that was filled to the brim with goods in anticipation for elementary kids on their way home and workers looking for a snack. The gold paint seemed to glow and Shinsuke followed the two support beams up to the main sign. The long vines decorating it were new, though they looked nice against the black of the sign, a small crown carved out of one corner.

“We’re definitely trading Papa in,” Shinji was saying, ignoring Tooru’s betrayed gasp, “is Tatay here? I want to show him my new friends!”

“Okay so I’m not your favorite? Is that what you’re trying to tell me Shinji?” Tooru tried to chide his eldest but like usual Shinji didn’t seem even mildly phased as he shrugged.

“Tatay says he’s the cool one and you’re the weird one.”

“He’s the… I went to the Olympics!” Tooru tried to bluster through his words, hands on his chest.

“Yeah but Tatay and Pita can cook dinner.” Shinji smiled, turning and dragging Atsumu and Osamu back behind the counter as Shigeru let go of the twins.

“Don’t worry Papa, you’re my second favorite.” Shigeru smiled before he was pulling Rintaro along with him, Hitoshi staring almost reverently at Tooru. “Hitoshi-kun! Didn’t you hear Shinji? Papa’s the weird one, you can meet Tatay and Otou-san, come on.”

Hitoshi seemed to hesitate, glancing up at Tooru again before taking off after his friends.

“I’m not even going to ask Akira, he just likes whoever fed him last.” Tooru grumbled dejectedly. Takahiro laughed, leaning further over the counter to tug Tooru closer until he could kiss his cheek.

“Stop that, you’re my favorite.” Takahiro said, smiling at him. The grin only got wider as Tooru wrinkled his nose.

“Last time you said that you made me eat spicy cake.”

“Yeah! That’s why you’re my favorite.” Takahiro chirped happily, leaning in to try and rub his nose with Tooru. Tooru stepped back, sticking out his tongue.

“I’m getting in on Aran and Shinsuke’s wedding, it’s too late, I’m sorry Takahiro.” Tooru spun, and Shinsuke barely avoided getting hugged. Unfortunately, Takahiro latched onto exactly what Tooru wanted him too.

“Ooh~ Aran-kun and Shinsuke-kun are finally getting married?” Takahiro gasped, holding a hand over his mouth.

“Finally? You don’t even know who he is.” Shinsuke said, giving him a flat look. Like Shinji, nothing seemed to faze him and he just smiled.

“Who said that? I have his old teammate as my favorite partner of the week-”

“It’s on a weekly basis?”

“And he tells me about everything~ Not even mentioning that Hajime is Aran-kun’s personal trainer and apparently he has a thing for a pretty young thing with two foster boys.” Takahiro crooned, laughing again when Tooru’s teasing smirk turned into a frown again.

“I get it, I get it I’m old. It’s only a four year difference…”

They both ignored Tooru’s grumbling.

Shinsuke was honestly almost done with the way his cheeks flared red at even the mention of Aran’s name. Yes, he’d had this crush since he was sixteen, but that didn’t make it any less annoying. Arans’ name definitely should not be reminding him of how Aran looked helping the boys the first time they met or how willing Aran was to work with Atsumu and forgive him when he’d acted out (as non-dangerous as potatoes were it was still rude).

He was 100% done with other’s teasing him about Aran’s supposed crush on him. Even if it were true, and Shinsuke wouldn’t say it was impossible, it didn’t matter because Shinsuke had already chosen not to follow that path.

“Hajime-san can say what he wants, I’m not marrying Aran-san-” Shinsuke sighed as his phone went off. “I have to take this.”

“Have to, he says.” Tooru and Takahiro said together with a laugh, both of them leaning against the counter to watch him step away. Shinsuke didn’t know why he never caught on to their relationship, the two devils were perfect for each other.

“Hi Kita-san!” The overly chipper voice made him wince. “It’s Sato Ai, me and my husband are on our way to meet the twins.”

Shinsuke almost let out a stream of curses, chest aching as he remembered what was planned for this afternoon. He had completely forgotten the interview after school with the potential foster parents.

“Thank you for calling me, the boys had a rather rough day at school so I think it would be best to re-schedule-”

“Nonsense, it’ll be fine,” Sato-san said, “we’ll be there in about an hour.” 

The line went dead even as Shinsuke started to argue. He stared at the blank screen, worry and apprehension flooding through him. Any good adoptive parent would have known better than to force the first meeting if they were warned their prospective adoptees weren’t okay. If the boys had to deal with the stress of meeting someone new after this first day, it could completely set back everything Shinsuke had been doing for the past week.

He dialed the number back but it just rang through to the voicemail. Twice more he tried but he didn’t get an answer. He finally sent a text, asking them to call him about when they would reschedule for.

“Who was that?” Hiro chirped, straightening up as the door opened.

“Some people who wanted to meet with the boys to see about adopting them.” Shinsuke said, still frowning at his phone. He would have to turn them away at the door if they refused to listen and tell Oomimi to check on any others of their prospects. If they couldn’t even bother to answer the phone when he requested them not to come, he didn’t particularly trust them to listen to the boys.

He looked up when he realized Takahiro had been quite for some time. Takahiro was watching him, the slightest curl to his top lip before he shrugged and looked away.

“He’s your boss.” Was all he said, aiming it at Tooru, “I have customer’s, go play with the kids. I’ll see you later.”

Tooru was watching Shinsuke critically but he nodded to his partner’s words, reaching over the counter to squeeze his hand before moving out of the way. He hustled Shinsuke behind the counter and through the kitchen.

Four year old Akira was nibbling on a bowl of grapes on a table, Issei rolling out dough for a pie. He looked up as they came in, nodding his head at them.

“Hey pretty boy, the kids went upstairs. Make sure Shinji doesn’t break into the maple syrup?” Issei asked, leaning over as they passed to kiss Tooru’s cheek. Shinsuke almost felt his cheeks burn, not overly surprised by how openly affectionate they were but still unused to it. It wasn’t common for people to be so open with such romantic gestures after all.

“That kid has the weirdest tastes, he gets it from your side of the family, Mr. I put peanut butter on potatoes.” Tooru teased lightly, lifting his hand to squeeze his shoulder. Issei’s eyes seemed to darken for a second before they relaxed and he gave a soft smile to his partner.

“Yeah he does, my sister would have been proud to know he’s carrying on her food science.” Issei said softly, tilting his head towards the stairs in the back. “Hurry up, he might have taken Atsumu’s proposal seriously and I don’t want him trying to make a wedding cake just yet.”

Tooru laughed, moving forward and waving Shinsuke to the stairs before he stopped to speak to Akira. Akira didn’t particularly look excited but Shinsuke could see the way his eyes brightened at his father’s attention and willingly reached out for him to get picked up.

“I’m stealing the kitten, before he starts napping on the table.” Tooru called, grabbing grapes before Akira could ask and following Shinsuke up the stairs.

They didn’t have to go far to find Atsumu and Hitoshi atleast.

They were at the base of the stairs, eyes wide as a long furred brilliantly white cat walked back and forth to them. She rubbed her face against both of them, preening under the gentle touches of her new fans.

“Princess! Stop harassing children, atleast let them into the house.” Tooru called and the cat mewled pathetically, falling into Atsumu’s chest and purring loud enough for Shinsuke to hear her.

Atsumu turned his eyes to Shinsuke where they sparkled and glowed with excitement.

“Cat.” He mouthed, fingers gently brushing over her back with a gasp. Shinsuke hummed, nodding his head as he reached down to stroke his hair, the smallest smile growing on Atsumu’s face.

Instantly regret pooled in Shinsuke’s stomach. These were his boys but he… was going to send them away. He already had people wanting to meet them. Good people who would be able to be home all day and give them a structured life.

Shinsuke wanted to be selfish, he wanted all of it. He wanted to raise the boys and date Aran. He wanted to watch them grow and learn and support them through all of it. He wanted to steal Lady from Aran and spend the hours after work resting with her while Aran and Osamu cooked and Atsumu played eight video games in an hour. He wanted to teach them volleyball, see them give everything their all like he knew they would.

But he couldn’t. Knowing they would be neglected by his own workaholic tendencies. Knowing that he chose his future years ago, he had a plan and the boys didn’t deserve to deal with him while he strained trying to fix that plan. If he threw that plan out then what did he have? No structure, no routine, no-

“Shinsuke-san! Their TV is bigger than me!” Osamu yelled down the hall and Shinsuke looked up instantly, pushing down any panic that was building in his chest. He would be fine. He had a plan. He had his routine. Nothing would change that.

“Is it? Now I have to see that.” Shinsuke called, watching Osamu giggle and disappear into the living room. Tooru raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything even as Shinsuke turned to look at him. The other man just shrugged, carefully stepping over the two and walking away with his son in his arms.

Princess mewed after her owner, jumping off of Atsumu’s lap and taking off after him.

“You’re fat.” Akira said to the cat as they rounded a corner and disappeared into the apartment.

“C’mon Atsumu, let's go see this giant TV… You too Hitoshi.” Shinsuke said, offering his hands to both of them and tugging them up onto their feet. Surprisingly, neither of them let go, letting him lead them into the living room.

Rintaro had taken a spot on Shigeru’s back in front of the TV. Shigeru didn’t seem to mind, occasionally twisting to be fed a chip from the bowl beside them. Shinji was on the couch and quickly pat it to try and encourage the two to join him. He paused and looked at Shinsuke before moving the couch pillow and scooting closer to the arm before patting it again.

Hitoshi let go almost immediately, scrambling up onto the couch and leaning forward to paw at Rintaro’s head until he was handed a chip. He happily chomped away at it, watching Shinji change the channel.

Atsumu stuck close to Shinsuke, keeping his hand wrapped around Shinsuke’s. Not even a few seconds later, Shinsuke was being dragged into the room by Osamu and manhandled onto the couch. Atsumu and Osamu seemed to be thinking along the same lines because they both immediately crawled onto the couch and took a spot on either leg.

“Don’t get too comfortable Shinji ,you either Shigeru, you’re still getting talked to when the Bakery closes.” Tooru said, sticking his head into the room. “I know you two got in trouble for fighting at lunch.”

“Technically, it was just Shigeru, I was trying to stop it.” Shinji mumbled, trying to hide behind Shinsuke’s bulk when Tooru fixed his gaze on him.

“So you didn’t drag both of them physically on the ground?” Tooru raised an eyebrow.

“.... I was trying to stop it?” Shinji said again.

“... I was not like this when I was a kid, I was a good kid, I didn’t punch people, why are you like this?” Tooru sighed, clearly aware of how Shinji was trying not to laugh and Shigeru was openly giggling. “Don’t laugh, you’re both in trouble. Shigeru why were you fighting Rintaro anyways?”

“ ‘Cuz he’s my best friend!” Shigeru chirped happily from under Rintaro. 

“Wha- I thought your best friend was Kentarou-kun from Taekwondo.”

“Yeah… from Taekwondo. You get extra husbands why can’t I have extra best friends.”

“... I don’t have an answer to that… Just don’t do it again on school grounds okay? If you want to fight more we can pay for a few hours for private lessons for both of you. It’s dangerous at school, you don’t know what’s in the grass or if someone else could accidentally get hurt okay?” Toory finally said, looking at Shigeru until he nodded. The smile had shrank but he was clearly listening, looking up to nod at Rintaro who nodded rapidly back at him and then Tooru.

“And you, my defensive little monster,” Tooru said moving over to rub his hand over Shinji’s shaved head, “need to stop letting yourself get drawn into fights. But I’m glad you protected your friend.”

Shinji’s cheeks were dark with a blush but he grinned brightly up at his father.

“Thank you Papa, now go away, you’re embarrassing me.” Shinji stuck out his tongue, giggling when Tooru dropped a kiss onto his head and ruffled it again before leaving.

“I can be extra embarrassing, just wait till highschool, I was the most embarrassing person ever and I refuse to lose that to you two.” Tooru teased back as he left, tossing an amused smile at Shinsuke.

Atsumu and Osamu were staring after Tooru almost reverently before their eyes moved almost hesitatingly to Shinsuke. He wasn’t quite sure what they wanted but he wrapped his arms around them, pointing at the TV and murmuring for them to watch it.

By the time evening started, Hajime had arrived home and he and Issei quickly swept up the nearly asleep Hitoshi and Rintaro and took them home. Shinsuke had barely managed to get out of a family dinner, half worried that Takahiro and Issei would steal his kids if he didn’t get them out of the room quick enough. It wouldn’t even be a fight, both boys were dead set on eating Takahiro’s macarons no matter what they had to do for it.

“Say goodbye.” Shinsuke murmured to his twins, one hand in each of his. They cheered loud enough to wake the block before letting their foster father lead them out of the apartment.

The doors to his shop were closed and locked already, the alarm set and blinking from inside. Shinsuke didn’t particularly feel like turning it off so he brought them around the corner instead, heading for the second entrance.

Atsumu was more excited about the cat than he was anything else, cheerfully chirping about how pretty she had been and all of her pictures around the house. Osamu was hoarding his handful of blueberries he’d been given by Issei on the way out, and didn’t seem particularly inclined to speak. He wasn’t upset, simply didn’t seem to think there was anything to say.

Shinsuke was watching the ground, guiding them around the tree root that had broken the pavement when he felt Atsumu freeze. He looked over, confusion taking over at the panic and then dread on Atsumu’s face. Atsumu’s head slowly turned to him, betrayal clear in amber eyes.

Shinsuke could almost see them closing off as he turned his head to look forward again and Shinsuke followed his gaze.

“Ah! There you are Kita-san, we thought you’d forgotten about us.” Sato Ai was standing in front of his house, her husband a few steps behind her. “Don’t worry we haven’t been here long. It’s good to see you boys again, Atsumu, Osamu.”

Shinsuke tightened his hold on the boys’ hands. They hadn’t mentioned knowing the twins at all, but clearly they knew them. There was a soft tapping noise as Osamu dropped the blueberries in his hand, his other going limp in Shinsuke’s.

“S-Shinsuke-san?” Osamu started to ask but Atsumu pulled his hand from Shinsuke and reached out for his brother.

“You know what this is, ‘Samu… Come on… We’re ready Shinsuke-san, we know how to act.” Atsumu said, his voice completely flat as he looked the potential adoptees dead on.

Shinsuke didn’t want to move. He didn’t want to breathe, he wanted to redo everything. Go through the store so he could send these two away without a fuss.

He’d destroyed everything they’d just worked to build.

#HQ #Haikyuu #Miya Atsumu #Miya Osamu #Kita Shinsuke #Arankita #Fluff #fanfiction #Making a home AU