Hey There! I'm from Brazil and I love your texts so much! <3 <3 If you wish, can you make a scenario for Domestic!Eiji with his kids? I've read all those stories with dad Baku but just uncle Eiji. This boy need some love
Hello, from the USA! Thank you for the support, my dear! I love my international followers. I hope you enjoy this~
also psa this trash is what happens when you have an exam but you still wanna put something out for best boy’s birthday
Kirishima trudges through the door with tired heavy shoulders. He kicks off his shoes, haphazardly throwing them by the door. A heavy sigh fall from his lips. He scratches his scalp, ruffling the red locks that had fallen out of their gelled stated hours ago. Kirishima drags his feet through his house, weighed down by the fatigue stinging in his muscles. He groans when he falls face first into the living room sofa. It’s strange. He’s been dreaming about this moment all day, this exact moment, falling into the plush cushions and letting out a low groan.
He can’t even move, much less think as his eyelids become heavy with sleep. He sighs again. This day … this damn day.
Soft snores falling from his lips as his chest rises in an even pattern. Kirishima can’t remember a time when he’s been this tired … exhausted … drained. He can’t drum up a recent memory.
At least the agency let him go home early today. In fact, they insisted upon it, nearly pushing him out of the door with his bag in hand. Although Kirishima had no idea why, he didn’t object even though he normally would’ve. He just wanted to get home today … home to you, his son, his sofa …
He groans feeling the pressure of two little hands pushing on his side. Kirishima’s blearily opens his eyes to the messy black hair and (e/c) eyes of his little boy.
“Hey, Yuu,” he yawns as he brings a hand up to ruffle Eiyuu’s hair, “What’s up, little man?”
“Papa, wake up!”
“Ah, Yuu, let Papa sleep, please. I’m really tired, buddy. We can play later if you want.”
“No, Papa. Wake up now!”
“Papa!” Eiyuu whines, pressing on Kirishima’s side harder, “Mama has cake! Wake up!”
“Wait, why does (Name) has cake?” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes, “And wait … why … why did the agency let me off early today …”
Kirishima bolts upwards when he sees you walk into the living room with cake in hands and a gentle smile on your face. He pales. He forgot. How could he forget? He immediately hops to his feet, stumbling slightly as his aching legs struggle to support him. He scratches his the back of his head nervously as he fumbles for words. You hold your hand up, and your husband silences.
“Before you start freaking out, it’s not our anniversary,” you say, setting the cake down on the coffee table, “It’s your birthday, silly.”
He blinks, “My … my birthday?”
“Cake!” Eiyuu cheers, staring at the white and red frosting.
“Yes, it’s your birthday,” you grin as you peck him on the lips, “Eiyuu, why don’t you give Papa the gift you made.”
Your son looks at you then back at the cake once more before trotting off to his room. Kirishima sighs, plopping back on the couch. You sit next to him and rest your head on his chest. His arms wraps around you, drawing you closer to him. You turn his head with your hands and place a sweet kiss on his lips. Kirishima blinks at you with wide eyes like he doesn’t really believe that today is actually his birthday.
“Did … did Yuu really make me something for my birthday?”
“And you didn’t tell him to?”
“I did not. Just wait. I think you’re going to love this.”
Eiyuu returns with a piece of paper carefully held in his hands. He stands before the sofa, unmoving and looking from parent to parent. Kirishima removes his arm from around you and rests his elbows on his knees, suddenly feeling the fatigue lift from his body as he looks down at Eiyuu
“Yuu, do you have a present for me?” he asks.
Eiyuu doesn’t respond. He climbs onto the couch, wedging his way in between you and your husband, still holding the his paper as delicately as his three-year-old hands can.
“Here,” Eiyuu says, presenting paper, “I drawed it by myself.”
Kirishima gently takes the drawing from his tiny hands, staring at it lovingly. Well … “drawing” is a bit generous. It more resembles three messily drawn scribbles. One, with crazy red spikes sticking from the top, the other with unruly (h/c) squiggles, and the final blob in middle with wild black strands popping out. Eiyuu looks at Kirishima, trying to gauge his expression.
Kirishima grins, “You did this all by yourself? For Papa?”
“Yuu! This is so good! I love it! Wow, I’ve got to show everyone at work!”
“Absolutely, buddy! This is my favorite gift ever and I’m gonna put this on my desk so everyone can see my awesome family!” he praises, wrapping his arms around the you and his son.
Eiyuu grins back and shows off the razor sharp teeth he undoubtedly inherited from his father. Kirishima laughs, squeezing his family. He can’t even feel the heaviness in the arms. He doesn’t even remember feeling tired. All he can feel is the warmth spreading throughout his chest and the two people he loves most in his arms.
“Mama, can we have cake now?”
“I don’t know, baby. It’s Papa’s birthday cake so you should ask him.”
“Papa, can we have cake now?”
“Absolutely, little man.”
“Eiyuu, remember what we say to Papa first?”
“Oh, yeah! Happy birthday, Papa!”
“Happy birthday, Eijirou.”
“Thanks, guys. This really is the best birthday ever.”