(in reference to this post). ive been feeling better so here's the miya twins playing hot potato with osamu's baby girls (also some stupid dialogue about osamu's arms lmao) :))
osamu's twin baby girls were in his arms, staring at the person in front of them who looked very much like their dad. their round, innocent eyes take in atsumu's features. normally it would be easy to spot the difference between the older miya twins because of atsumu's dyed blond hair, but the onigiri miya cap he was wearing hides that. the girls blink, lifting their heads to look at their father before staring back at atsumu. they couldn't really understand it, given that they were just babies, but what they did know is that they wanted their dad (even though they were in their dad's arms).
and so, the girls make grabby motions at atsumu. smiling, atsumu doesn't hesitate to take his nieces into his arms, bouncing them a little. the girls giggle in response, patting at his chest.
'who's that, angels?' atsumu asks, nodding his head towards osamu.
they turn to look at osamu, confusion filling their eyes. tilting their heads, the twins switch between the two adults. atsumu begins to laugh.
'look at 'em, they're adorable!' the athlete coos.
osamu rolls his eyes. ' 'course they are, have ya seen ma wife?'
said wife (you) was sitting on the couch and recording the whole thing, trying to suppress your laughter. your little girls couldn't wrap their heads around the fact that their father and uncle were identical twins.
the girls reach towards osamu, grasping onto his black shirt. they're back in his arms, osamu gazing down at them with a soft look.
'think that's yer pa, angels?' atsumu questions.
babbling among themselves, the girls turn their heads to look at their uncle. osamu passes them off to his twin brother, watching as a large grin spreads across his face.
the girls look back at osamu and have their arms out. atsumu passes them back to osamu. they pass the girls back and forth a while and you couldn't suppress the chuckles and giggles as you watch them.
'y'know, this is a workout,' huffing, atsumu receiving the girls. 'aren't they tired?'
'don't tell me ma girls are tiring ya out,' osamu teases, the girls back in his arms.
scoffing, atsumu puffs out his chest. 'no way, 'm jus' fine!'
'you sure, 'tsumu?' you giggle, rising from the couch. 'are your arms getting tired? i know 'samu's aren't.'
'oh yeah? what makes ya say that? 'm the athlete here!'
you simply shrug, walking over to lean against your husband's side. 'osamu's arms are beefier.'
atsumu sputters at your comment, trying to collect his words. meanwhile, osamu gives you an amused look. 'beefier? is that how ya see ma arms, darlin'?'
'i tell it like it is,' you hum, nuzzling your nose against his before giving him a kiss. just to be cheeky, you give his bicep a squeeze.
'gross,' atsumu makes an offhanded comment, his face scrunched up.
the girls begin to squeal, wriggling in osamu's arms and their arms reaching for you. cradling your daughters against your chest you kiss their foreheads. 'you always know your mama.'
