shinchirosweetheart

[shinchirosweetheart]

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴛʀᴀɴꜱᴍɪɢʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴏɴᴇ-ʏᴇᴀʀ-ᴏʟᴅ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀᴅᴊᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ɴᴏɴᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴜᴋᴀɪ ᴋᴇɪꜱʜɪɴ. ᴄᴏᴀᴄʜ ᴜᴋᴀɪ ᴊʀ. ɪꜱ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡʜᴇʟᴍᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɴᴏɴᴇᴛʜᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ. ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ? ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪ��ᴇ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ-ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ. ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ? ᴀɴʏ ᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇʀꜰᴏʀᴍ ɪꜱ ᴡᴀᴠᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ'ꜱ ɪɢɴᴏʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴜꜱᴇ, ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?

"Coach! Is that your niece?"

"Huh? No. It's my daughter."

The collective gasps and ‘no way’s bring you back to reality as you yawn and try to open your eyes again. It's pretty dark since it's only four in the morning. But you can see almost everyone thanks to the streetlights. 

And what meets your eyes had you sitting up in your dad's arms wide awake. With wide eyes, you stare at the Karasuno volleyball club. Everyone is here. The players, managers, and Takeda sensei too. Gradually, a broad smile forms over your tiny face. 

HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS HAD BEEN WHAT YOU EVER WANTED FROM LIFE! 

"Sensei," Hinata's voice is cheerful and loud as he makes grabby hands at you, "Can I hold them?"

"No."

"Yayaya~" you babble as you lean your body toward him. Knowing your possessive dad would never let anyone else hold you, you take the initiative to go towards them. 

"Hahahah! Come here, Sensei's child!" he grabs you out of your dad's arms and holds you in front of him by your armpits. "What's your name?" he asks you sweetly. You want to answer him too.

But you don't know your name.

Instinctually you shove your index finger into your mouth and look at your dad, silently questioning him too. He looks back at you, equally baffled.

Hinata turns to Coach Ukai, "What's their name, Sensei?"

"Their name- uh- their name is..." he trails off, trying to remember what he named you 10 months ago when you were born. The fact stays that he never used that name to address you, instead opting to call you— "Baby! Just call them that! That's what they respond to anyways.” Squinting your eyes dramatically, you scowl at Coach Ukai before turning back to Hinata. You make grabby hands towards his face. His hands under your armpits are already starting to feel uncomfortable.

"Oh! Sorry!" He cradles you into a more comfortable position, "Comfortable now?"

"Yayyy!" you squeal, your chubby hands attacking his face, squishing his cheeks, and pulling at his nose. He lets you play with his face, laughing along with you. You babble away at how unreal all this feels although it's all slurred baby talk to them. You are admiring his actual orange hair in the dim lighting when Nishinoya approaches you. "Oi, Shoyo! Don't hog Baby-chan now! We wanna play with them too!"

Eyes wide you turn to look at this short king. He looks as marvelous as you perceived him to be. Big, starry eyes and a confident smile. And you can't help but forget all about Hinata as you lean over towards Noya, your small body incessantly struggling to break free of Hinata's grasp and jump into Noya's arms.

"Oh, Baby-chan is so energetic!" Noya exclaims as you all but drop from Hinata's arms and into his. "Heheheh," you giggle and start attacking his face next. You are particularly attracted to the blond lock of hair on his forehead, pulling at it and babbling about how it suits him to a T.

Seeing your social attitude, you both are quickly surrounded by Hinata, Tanaka, Yachi, and Yamaguchi, all of them trying to get a piece of your attention.

"Shall we board the bus?" Sugawara questions the Coach. 

You raise your head at his voice, straining to look at the pretty boy through the small crowd surrounding you. "Oiiii!" you squeal. Making grabby hands at him this time, you pout when he looks at you. 

Smiling big, Sugawara quickly approaches you, plucking you out of Noya's bony hands with ease. And you sigh, leaning into his chest and looking up at him, puppy eyes intensifying as you inhale his scent. ‘Damn boy, you smell nice.’ You approve internally.

"Mamae wa?" you try the little Japanese you are able to talk to him. It comes out entranced and doll-like. But he finds it cute as he chuckles. "My name? I'm Sugawara. Nice meeting you, Baby-chan!" he politely greets you. 

"Hm-hm," you nod. 

‘Don’t do it don’t do it don’t do it’

Your brain screams at you to not do it, but you do it anyway, "Sugamama!" you titter. Suga looks at you dumbfounded for a second. When your giggles intensify at his comical expression, he sighs, "Stick to Suga, will you?" And although he says it you don't miss the fond glint in his eyes. Giggling more you nod at him, ecstatic as you sit in his comfortable arms. 

"Board the bus, kiddos. No more wasting time anymore." You frown and send a stink-eyed gaze at your dad. He scowls back at you. "I'll hold baby-chan, Sugawara. You go get your bags." 

"That's fine, sensei. Daichi can get my bag for me."

"Oi!" Daichi's huffy voice rang from behind. But he grunted, obviously slinging Sugawara's bag over his other shoulder. 

"No need. I can carry my child myself." Coach Ukai states coldly, snatching you off Sugawara. Turning around he takes you to the bus, slightly pinching your waist. "So you don't want your dad now that you have some boys wrapped around your fingers huh?"

"Nyow!" you yelp at the slight sting, pouting at your dad. He looks at you deeply before whispering conspiratorially, "Always remember sweetheart; boys. are. disgusting. Okay? Stay away from them." 

You cover your mouth with both palms as you giggle. Was your dad trying to have that talk right now? "I'm serious, baby. They might infect you with their dumbness." he sits on the frontmost seat of the bus.

Staring at you for a second he adds, "Not like you are any better but still. Stay away from the-"

"Sugamama!!!" You cut him off mid-tirade as you watch Sugawara take the seat right behind you and your dad. Coach Ukai sighs heavily as he rubs his forehead, stressed. 

Sugawara is followed by Daichi and Asahi. Asahi hesitates, "Guys I- I'll go to the back."

You, Daichi, and Sugawara look at him quizzically. There's a seat for three here. Why does he want to go to the back? And in sync, it dawns on all three of you as he casts a nervous glance your way, not exactly meeting your eyes and not exactly showing you his face.

He is afraid he might scare you—

You puff your cheeks. You always felt that the mangaka did him really dirty. There was no reason Asahi, an angel like him should have to have such low self-esteem. 

"Uppp!" you squeal, making grabby hands at him. 

When he jerks and turns away quickly, you yell again, "Up!" you stand up on your feet stumbling until your footing is stable on your dad's lap. 

"Oi Asahi! Don't ignore baby-chan dude!" Daichi reproaches him.

Asahi looks back anxiously, panicking and looking away when he accidentally meets your eyes. "Ashahi! Ashahiii!! Ashahi ashahi ashahi!!!" you scream, jumping in Coach Ukai's lap. 

Sugawara quickly picks you up from your dad's lap and before he can protest, Sugawara thrusts you onto Ashai. "They want you to carry them, idiot. Just hold them already!" 

Asahi holds you. And just like you predicted, his arms are the most comfortable. Even compared to your dad's hold, Asahi's arms are huge and there's a lot of sitting space in his hold. Moreover, his chest is very soft and it feels heavenly leaning your back against him. You giggle happily, looking up at Asahi. You show him your palms and laugh out loud. "Ashahahi!" 

"They put an extra 'ha' in his name." Daichi quietly murmurs. You poke out your tongue at Daichi, "Dadchi!" you scream out loud despite the alarms ringing in your head.

The chatter in the bus settles down that instant and your voice as you call him 'Dadchi' stands out. 

"Did- did baby-chan just call Daichi-san Dadchi?" Tanaka sputters.

He is followed by Hinata, "I- I think I heard them call Sugawara-san Sugamama-"

Everyone on the bus bursts into peals of laughter. Hinata is almost rolling on the floor of the bus. You watch in awe as the characters of your favorite anime howl with laughter. And it’s a very fulfilling experience since you love each and every one of them to bits and want only the best for them all.

Sneak peek at the next chapter:

“Ayy, who left this hobbit here?” Th black-haired boy drawls lazily as he picks you up by your collar. 

“Aww thy are so cute!” the pink-haired boy exclaims, grabbing you away from the mean guy. And as you stare at the pair of guys you bumped against, you realize it wasn’t just any other team locker room you crawled into.

[shinchirosweetheart]

Prologue

You have somehow adjusted yourself a bit too well to the fact that your soul has suddenly been yeeted into the body of a nine-month-old child.

What's more? Turns out your father is none other than Ukai Keishin, one of the most underrated characters of your all time favourite anime Haikyuu.

Yes, you are baffled. One, coach Ukai actually has a wife. Two, he's your fricking father!

Your brain has been very busy devising ways to get him to take you to the practices. Other than getting used to the all-time hunger in your small body, you have been eavesdropping in on his and his wife's conversation, figuring out that the Spring Tournaments are the next big event from the storyline.

So, on the day of the Spring tournament, you are up early, eyebags and all because you didn't want to be asleep when Coach Ukai left.

"Come on, baby. I'm going to be late!" Coach Ukai tries to gently coax you. But your little hands wrap tighter around his neck, tiny legs waggling to get a good footing on his chest.

"Why don't you take her with you? She might enjoy the new scenery," your mom sweetly suggests. You turn your head to give her a grateful smile before tightly clamping back onto Coach Ukai's— your dad's neck.

He sighs, it's not like he isn't able to force your hands away from him. It's really the huge puppy eyes you are making at him. How can he say no when his baby is making such a sad, pleading face?

So he hums, leaning over to kiss your mom before grabbing the childseat for the truck. He buckles you in, booping your nose and smiling at your wince.

The ride is a blur as you sleep through the entire shaky ride, exhaustion from last night already creeping over you.

What wakes you up is a loud, energetic, and an extremely familiar voice yelling— "Oh! There's a baby in Coach's car!" Your eyes snap open as your dad's warm palms come around you, pulling you out of the car and into the sight of the people you had been anticipating seeing for so long now.

[shinchirosweetheart]

ᴜᴋᴀɪ ᴋᴇɪꜱʜɪɴ ᴅᴀᴅ ʜᴄꜱ!

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ: ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ-ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴇɴᴛʀʏ ꜰᴏʀ @mrskenmakozume 'ꜱ 'ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ!' ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙ. ᴘʟꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴋᴇɪꜱʜɪɴ ʜᴇʜᴇʜ<3 ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜꜱᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ @tetsukentona ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴛᴀ-ɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ!

ɴᴇᴛᴡᴏʀᴋ: @tokyometronetwork

He ugly cries the first time he holds his child. Promises of protecting this small life forever spew out of his mouth in torrents of whispers as he coddles your baby. The nurse had to rip the child out of his arms to get the baby cleaned up. He scowled at the nurse, confessing to you later on how he thinks that nurse looks shoddy as hell. You laugh it off as the special glow on your husband's face makes all that labor pain worth it.

Back home with the baby, Ukai Keishin refuses to put the child down. Be it having lunch or going to sleep, or even watching television, the child is cuddled close to his chest.

Your phone gallery is filled with sneakily taken pictures of him snoring on the sofa while your child snores on his chest. Your favorite one though is the one where your child woke up mid-sleep, looked around, crawled up over his face, and fell asleep there. Although he woke up due to the suffocation, the image you captured would forever remain as your wallpaper and lock screen.

The baby is easily a daddy’s lil one. It’s spoilt rotten by Keishin, to the point that your child wants nothing to do with the ground now. It loathes the ground and sends stink-eyed glares at its feeding chair and the walking chair. It wails like a banshee the moment you make it stand, folding its legs like paper and sending poor puppy eyes at Keishin.

This goes on to the point you have to become strict with both, father and child. And when Keishin coaxes it, the baby finally relents and starts crawling around.

He looks at his child proudly, eyes gleaming with a newfound emotion as he watches his kid wreak havoc in the entire living room. He made it. HE made something so perfect. And when he tells you this, you bonk him on the head. You made this. This was solely your project. He just lent you a sperm. Nothing else.

And the moment it takes its first baby step, Keishin is over the moon, replaying the video you took over and over again, sending it to as many people as possible, gloating about it to anyone willing to hear, and being a cringe in general.

As the child grows and starts talking and babbling a lot, Keishin starts having these little arguments with it. He asks the child about its opinion on something, and the child of course answers passionately, giving it all the teeny tiny four teeth it has in its mouth. And he nods at the kid’s ramblings, sometimes playing along and sometimes arguing with it. Either way, you know your kid will grow up with a lot of opinions and stuff to say.

The only time when he isn't with the child is when he is at work or he is smoking. The child, the little devil that he calls it, loves disturbing Keishin during his smoke time. It loves watching its dad’s eyes widen as he sees it crawling into the backyard, shuffling around to press the cigarette to the ashtray, and rapidly flailing his arms to dispel the smoke. He would be damned if his precious little angel inhaled even a speck of tobacco on his watch.

Keishin loves dropping his child at school, taking pride in his child even if it is barely passing any of its classes. He teaches it volleyball from a very young age and is pleasantly surprised when he realizes that his child just might have an inclination for the sport.

He took his child to a volleyball club practice once and the child ditched him for the team. Upset by this, he never again brought the child despite its puppy dog eyes and the boys pleading with him numerous times to bring baby-chan back. Mf didn’t even tell the kids the baby’s name.

"Oi!" He calls out.

Your headpops out of the kitchen, instinctually thinking it's you he's calling out to.

But a smile creeps up your face when you catch sight of him looking at your baby. The poor thing is trying hard to roll over, kicking it's chubby feet and hands and wiggling like a little worm.

When it succeeds in rolling over, it crawls to Keishin as fast as infantly possible.

"Hey babe!" Keishin greets you when he notices you standing by the door. "Wanna join us? Th match starts in five."

You wipe your palms on the apron, realising since you're almost done with the chores, you might as well join the father-child pair in this session of less game watching and more hooting and screaming at the players. They both always turned into a rowdy duo when the game starts.

So nodding your head, you tell him to go ahead while you get the popcorn. And when you do join them, Keishin pulls you snug beside him, one arm looping around your shoulders while the other holds the baby steady on his lap. The child is too far gone into the bright light of the television to notice your arrival.

But when the baby notices your presence, it quickly wiggles out of its daddy's hold and crawls into your lap, making itself comfortable on you.

"Hmph," Keishin scoffs, "little traitor."

You giggle at his grumpy tone. "Come on, Keishin. You know they love you the most."

He scoffs again, "No. This devil changes sides the moment anyone else is available. I'm just the last resort." He mumbles.

You lean over to press a kiss to his cheek, "Well, the last resort is always the most trusted one."

That makes him smile. He turns to you, pressing his lips to yours for a long second before whispering against your lips, "What about you? Am I your last resort too?"

You roll your eyes, this man was such a praise hoarder. "You are my only resort, Keishin." He grins at you, swooping in for another kiss.

You await his lips with bated breath and closed eyes, but what meets your lips is a sticky palm. Opening your eyes, you find your baby standing on your lap and pressing it's saliva covered palms against both of your lips.

"Nuh~" it commands and both of your eyes widen as you register your child's first proper words.