it was so cute because she was smiling while she sang tha

knbaes-n-bakas  asked:

Why do you have to go ripping out my heart and stomping on it because oh my god that child birth one where s/o is dying made me cry T-T it was soooo goooodddd so may I request some fluff? So flash forward, GOM + Kagami tells a story to their child about a memorable event between them and their s/o? I guess the child is just curious because he/she have not even had the chance to meet their mother. Please stitch my heart back up with your amazing writing ;u; please and thank you >u<

writing the child birth scenario made me super sad as well LOL. THIS IS NICE I AM EXCITED TO WRITE THIS.

In case you’re unaware, this is the angsty childbirth scenario (death tw btw) that our dear Lily is referring to.

Note: the children are all five years old. Also, the s/o is referred to as a “mother”, as requested. 

Kuroko: “Otouuu-san! The teacher didn’t see you again!” Kuroko’s son Haru giggled, gripping his dad’s fingers tightly as they walked home. “You’re like a ninja!”

Kuroko huffed a soft laugh, tilting his head to the side to peer down at Haru. “Only your okaa-san was able to find me right away, y’know.”

“Was Okaa-san a ninja too?” Haru asked with wide unblinking blue eyes.

Kuroko shook his head. “No, they weren’t a ninja. But they always seemed to be able to see me.”

“Like how!”

“Well…” Kuroko squinted his eyes as he thought hard, but then brightened with a small grin when he remembered a perfect example. “Once, when your mother and I were on a date–”

OOOOH, Otou-san went on a daaaaate, and you kiiiiissed,” Haru cut him off, making loud kissy noises.

Kuroko rolled his eyes at his son, chucking. “Yes, yes. Otou-san kissed your okaa-san.”

“Ewww!” Haru shrieked, covering his eyes with his free hand, even though there wasn’t anything yucky to see.

Anyway,” Kuroko said pointedly, and Haru piped down immediately (but a few giggles slipped through here and there), lowering his hand. “So we were on a date. We went to this huge event, I can’t remember what it was for. But there was a very large crowd. We accidentally got separated–”

“Okaa-san shoulda held Otou-san’s hand like me!” Haru said proudly, raising their linked hands.

“Yeah, you’re right Haru. But we didn’t. So we were pulled apart, and I was trying to find your okaa-san because I knew that they wouldn’t find me. But a few seconds later, I see your okaa-san standing on a very big fountain, waving at me with both their hands.”

“Like this?” Haru let go of Kuroko’s hand and waved his arms wildly.

Kuroko nodded. “Exactly. Even in that very large crowd, your okaa-san was able to find me! It made me really happy.”

“I can find you too! Like Okaa-san! I’m like Okaa-san, then, right?” Haru asked, threading their fingers together tightly and then looking up at his father with an expectant expression.

Kuroko’s eyes crinkled when he smiled widely. “Yes you are.”

Kagami: Kagami was indebted to Alex in more ways than one. Why? Well, besides teaching him and his brother core basketball skills and being a cool-ass mother figure to the both of them, she also instilled within them another necessary skill: hair braiding.

“'Tou-san, are you done yet?” Ai asked, twiddling her little fingers in her lap.

Kagami grunted around a mouth full of hair pins. Ai sighed.

Another five minutes later, Kagami was finally done. He proudly held the mirror up for her inspection. “Whaddya think, eh, Ai?”

Ai seriously turned her head from left to right, appraising the work. Then, she gave a decisive nod and stood up to wrap her arms around Kagami’s neck. “It’s great, thanks ‘Tou-san.”

“Cool, that means I can go watch my show now? Wanna come?” he asked, sitting up, groaning when some of his joints popped.

“’Kay!” Ai said cheerfully, and skipped alongside her dad as he took two long strides to the couch and settled down. She climbed into his lap and waited patiently for him to click on the TV. While Kagami flipped through channels, Ai piped up again. “'Tou-san… y’know, I was talkin’ to Shika-chan and she said her ‘Kaa-san braids her hair. Did my ‘Kaa-san braid my hair too?”

Kagami was caught off guard by the question, and he fumbled with the remote, almost dropping it if not for his quick reflexes. “Well, no, they didn’t get the chance to. But,” he shifted Ai on his lap so that they were snuggled closer. “When you were in your ‘kaa-san’s tummy, ‘Kaa-san was always trying out weird hairstyles out on me when I wasn’t paying attention.”

Ai gasped. “Why!”

Kagami wasn’t able to hold back his laughter at the memory very well. “Because they said that when you came out of the their tummy, they were gonna make you so pretty every day. That’s why I make your hair nice every morning before school. If your ‘kaa-san saw that I wasn’t, they’d kick my a– butt. They’d kick my butt.”

“Yeah they would.” Ai nodded seriously. “'Kaa-san was smart. They planned ahead. They told me that if you didn’t make my hair pretty, I would have to kick your butt for them.”

“Haah?” Kagami scoffed. “When did they tell you that!”

“When I was in their tummy!” Ai argued.

“Li-ar,” Kagami sang, tickling Ai’s sides. “You just wanna find a reason to fight me.”

“N-no!” Ai gasped out between loud bursts of laughter. “You weren’t there, you wouldn’t know!”

Kagami stopped when he noticed the theme song of his show beginning to play. He quickly placed a light kiss on his daughter’s forehead. “Fine, you and your ‘kaa-san had a secret club without me. Hmph. So lucky.”

Kise: Kise stood on his tiptoes on the ladder, reaching his hand out as far as it would go.

“You can do it, ‘Tou-chan! Reach farther!” cheered Kise’s darling angel of a son.

“I’m trying, Miyuki-cchi! You really got the ball stuck far. I still don’t understand how you were able to get the ball stuck up here. It’s not like we were playing soccer,” Kise grunted, shaking the sweat out of his eyes.

“I’m a podidgy!” Miyuki yelled happily.

“Podidgy?” Kise mumbled to himself, confused. What was tha– oh, prodigy. “Yeah you are!”

Eventually, his fingertips brushed the orange ball and it tipped, hitting four branches before bouncing to the ground. 

“Hooray!”

“Hooray!” Kise echoed. 

When Kise managed to climb down, he saw Miyuki staring up at the top of the tree with a thoughtful look. “What are you looking at?” Kise also stared up at the tree, squinting at it. Was there another ball that got stuck?

“Maybe Mama is stuck in the tree as well,” Miyuki said, completely serious. He was mimicking Kise’s squinty-eyed expression. 

Kise barked out a surprised laugh, and Miyuki’s mouth twisted down in displeasure at the sound. “I’m not making a joke, ‘Tou-chan.”

Crouching down to be eye-level with his son, he shook his head. “No, Miyuki-cchi, your mama isn’t up there.”

Miyuki’s expression fell, eyes beginning to take on a defeated quality. That was not a look a five year old should have been wearing. Quickly, Kise fell onto his back, pulling Miyuki down with him so that the both of them were lying in the grass facing the tree. 

“But once Mama did get stuck in a tree, y’know,” Kise said, and he smiled in relief when Miyuki giggled. “They were trying to compete against me, to see who could climb the highest. I went re-a-a-ally far, but your mama went even farther, to the very top, and then realized that they were scared of heights.”

“Haha! That’s so silly!” 

“Your mama was a very silly person. But very cute as well.”

“Am I cute?” Miyuki angled his face up to give Kise a wide-eyed stare.

Kise’s heart clenched at how perfect his son was, and he aggressively cuddled him, nuzzling his face into Miyuki’s hair. “Of course, you’re my perfect copy!”

Midorima: “Your lucky item for the day is an onion, Yoshi, go and get one,” Midorima said, clicking off the T.V. 

“Okay, Otou-san!” Yoshi agreed, and scrambled up to head to the kitchen and hunt down an onion. 

Midorima busied himself with packing his briefcase for the day. There was his lunch, his files about his patients, paperwork to be done, and his blessedly small lucky item: a kangaroo doll. 

“Got it!” Yoshi announced, holding up her onion like it was a trophy. 

Midorima patted her head as he walked past her towards the front of the house. “Good. Get your backpack, you don’t want to be late.”

Yoshi ran off to get her bag, then walked back to put her shoes on. Midorima bit back a smile of pride– she was finally able to wear shoes without help from Midorima in getting them on. Once Yoshi gave the okay, the two walked out to the car. 

Midorima usually liked to drive in silence, but the next best thing was listening to classical music. Today, they were listening to Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto # 2, Yoshi’s personal favourite. In the middle of it all, Yoshi spoke up. 

“What was Okaa-san’s sign?”

Midorima nearly swerved the car into a ditch. He cleared his throat. “What?”

“What was Okaa-san’s sign?” Yoshi repeated patiently, kicking her legs a little while she waited. 

“U-um, it was ____,” he answered, and held his breath. For what, he didn’t know. 

“Do you think they have their lucky item where they are?” she asked. 

Midorima felt his chest become heavy at the idea of Yoshi worrying about whether her mother was safe, but did his best to keep his composure. “Of course they do, I make sure to check what their lucky item is every day, and then that way, Okaa-san knows what it is and can get it.”

Somehow, he felt pressured to keep talking. “I used to bring Okaa-san her lucky item every day, and once, it was a puppy. It almost peed on her, but I pushed the puppy away from her in time.”

Yoshi nodded in approval, “Good job keeping Okaa-san safe, Otou-san.”

He bit back a laugh, and glanced at his daughter through the rearview mirror. “Thank you, Yoshi.”

Aomine: “Oi, Eiji, what’s next on the list?” Aomine said, pushing the grocery cart down the canned foods aisle. 

“I dunno, ‘Tou-chan, I can’t read!” Eiji explained, staring hard at Aomine’s nearly illegible handwriting as he speed-walked on his small legs, trying to keep up. “alpees?”

“Apples,” Aomine corrected. He turned the cart towards the fresh produce section. “And yeah you can read, kid, don’t say that. People will think I’m neglecting you.”

“Like Satsuki-nee?”

Aomine scrunched his nose in distaste and scoffed, “Satsuki-nee can’t tell a horse’s face from its ass, what does she know?”

“OO-OOHHH ‘TOU-CHAN SAID  AAAAASSSS,” Eiji bellowed, and Aomine shushed him in horror, sideglancing a mom who made a ‘tch’ noise at him. 

“Hey ‘Tou-chan?” Eiji asked a few minutes later after his giggle fit at Aomine  being scolded by a grandma subsided. 

Aomine tossed the apples into the cart. They bounced off of the eggs, making Aomine wince. He’d replace the carton, just in case. “What now, brat?”

“What does my name mean?”

Aomine blanched. He knew he’d have to have this conversation one day, but he hadn’t mentally prepared himself for such an abrupt attack. “I-It, uh… it means, um, second son.”

Eiji furrowed his brows. “But I don’t have a nii-chan.”

Aomine started tossing some tangerines into a bag, so as to keep himself from blushing. “I-I know. Uh, I kinda made a mistake. I liked the name, but I forgot to check what it meant.”

Eiji thumped his forehead with the palm of his hand and sighed wearily. “This is why I hafta take care of you, ‘Tou-chan. I shoulda picked the name. I’d name myself something that made sense.”

Aomine raised a brow. “Like what?”

“Like, Crasher.”

Aomine nodded understandingly. “Makes sense.”

“Did ‘Kaa-chan wanna name me Eiji too?”

Laughing, Aomine shook his head. “Your ‘Kaa-chan would’ve named you something sensible.”

“Like Crasher?”

“Exactly. They were always taking care of me like you do. Like, once I almost fell asleep while waiting for food to boil, and they woke me up before I burned it all.”

“They probably had better writing than you too.”

“HEY, when did you become so cheeky?”

Murasakibara: In all honestly, Murasakibara was terrified of his daughter for the first few years of her life. She was just so small, and he’d admit, he’d dropped her a few times. He’d almost died. But now, he’d realized that Chiyo was essentially a purple haired monkey and he let her do what she wanted. 

On one particular summer afternoon, when the two of them were lounging around eating popsicles while watching Chiyo’s current favourite anime (he didn’t like the main character, but Chiyo said she would watch his favourite anime with him if he watched this), Chiyo said, “I like Azuza-chin’s ‘kaa-san, she makes yummy food.”

Murasakibara nodded. “Yeah, she’s the only character I like in the show.”

Chiyo rolled her eyes and decided to climb up on Murasakibara’s shoulders to hang out there, resting her chin on his head. “Did my ‘Kaa-san cook good food?”

Absently, he nodded. “Of course, why would I have a kid with them if they didn’t cook? You gotta have priorities when you look for a partner, Chi-chin.”

She hummed, seemingly in thought. On screen, Azuza did something stupid again. “See, Azuza-chin is a loser,” Murasakibara pointed out, as he had done many times in the past. 

“Shush ‘Tou-san, Azuza-chin is nice. Also, what priorities do I hafta have when I look for someone?”

Murasakibara shrugged, tousling Chiyo. “I dunno, what do you like?”

“I like to eat,” Chiyo said, and Murasakibara nodded in agreement. “I like to build stuff, and I like kicking that stupid Natsuo-chin in the head–”

Heeey, Chiyo-chiin, you can’t do that,” Murasakibara cut in, pulling Chiyo down from his shoulders so that he could look her in the eye, “Natsuo-chin’s ‘Kaa-san got mad at me for that. What an angry little woman.”

Chiyo crossed her arms, “He thinks he’s smarter than me!”

Murasakibara shook his head, “Don’t beat him up with your body, Chi-chin, beat him up with your words. That way, he doesn’t have proof when he tells on you.” 

“Would ‘Kaa-san tell me to do that too?” Chiyo asked, mimicking Himuro’s words when he was scolding Murasakibara about parenting.

He rolled his eyes. “No, they would say to be kind to Natsuo-chin and say mean things to him in your head. Then draw a mean picture at home. They did that once, when they had a bad coworker. Drew a huuuge picture of them looking like a pig. It was so funny, we almost framed it.”

Chiyo furrowed her brows. “I think Muro-Oji-chan would yell at them for that too.”

Akashi: Akashi felt like he had the most rambunctious child in the world. He had recently gotten into a new phase, after learning about superheros, and was now punching everything. It didn’t help that Tadashi’s punching range was at about crotch level. 

“Otou-san, look, I can fly!” Tadashi yelled from on top of a cabinet– oh holy shit, how did he get up there?”

“Tadashi, wait!” Akashi yelled as he shot out of his seat grabbed Tadashi from mid-air. Tadashi laughed, pleased.

Akashi huffed, relieved that he’d caught him in time. “Tadashi, why would you jump from so high?”

“I knew you’d catch me though!”

He stared at his son, perplexed. “But you know that it’s unsafe. How could you be certain that I’d catch you?”

Tadashi shrugged, wiggling in his arms to get Akashi to put him back on the ground. “I’m right about everything.”

Akashi sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Play with me!” Tadashi waved a cape at him, as if it was something enticing.

Akashi waved helplessly at the stacks of paper on his desk. “But who’s going to do all this?”

“No one!” Tadashi cheered, running around. 

Deciding he did need a break anyway, Akashi spent the next half-hour playing as the villain to Tadashi’s superhero. After Akashi– hair tousled and cheeks red from the exertion– announced that it was time for him to go back to work, Tadashi pouted. 

“It would be easier if Okaa-san was here right?” he said, not sadly, but in a subdued tone.

Akashi didn’t know what to say. Of course it would be easier, but he didn’t want Tadashi to feel as if he was a burden or something of the sort. “Well, Okaa-san was always helping me. Sometimes, when I would work too long, Okaa-san would come into my office and would throw small balls at me until I did something with them.”

“So, I’m right, aren’t I. I’m always right. It’s okay, don’t worry Otou-san, I’ll throw things at you until you play with me too.”

Akashi kneeled down next to Tadashi to give him a hug, chuckling. “I’m so lucky. Thank you, Tadashi.”