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Can we have tsukishima, kuroo, tendou, Kenma, and Akaashi react to meeting their s/I'd parents and her dad being a hit man?

This was a little harder to write than it really should’ve been, so I’m sorry about that Anon, but I hope you like this regardless!

Also, I did a but of research on hit men and assassins for this. Generally, their jobs are top secret - for obvious reason, it’s murder, lol - and most things I read said how they move around a lot to avoid being targeted themselves, so I couldn’t really see him coming out with what his ‘day’ job is. Which is the reasoning for his serious demeanor through all of them - man has taken life! He had a hard shell - and why the main suggestions for his work are more vague. Make sense?

Enjoy!

Stern. Serious. Rigid.

Tsukishima had been told many times what her father would be like in preparation for his first visit to her home. And he had told her that all would be fine. He was respectful to his elders. Especially in this case, he knew where he stood with her father even before meeting the man.

They were already enemies and that was not to change as long as he was dating his daughter.

He had dressed the part; button down shirt, nice jeans, dress shoes. Disappointment was something he didn’t want to deliver, he wanted them to like him, to say that she had picked a good one. And she wanted the same thing, so he couldn’t mess up. Not tonight.

Rapping his knuckles against the door, he waited patiently, hands clasping together before him as his fingers twisted together. He was expected her to answer, but that was not the case when the front door was finally pulled open. A feeling of momentary dread filled the boy’s stomach especially when he saw… holy shit, was that a gun?

“You the boy?”

His throat felt dry as he was finally able to tear his eyes away from the weapon and meet with the unamused stare of the man before him. He was shorter than Tsukishima, but he in no way felt bigger than him. Licking at his lips, he gave the smallest of nods as an answer, unsure of how to speak. When all he got in response was the raising of an eyebrow, he forced out a choked, “Yes, sir.”

“Hmm.”

It wasn’t a reaction Tsukishima was expected. In fact, now that he stood there, he realized that it was wrong of him to have expected anything. He soon heard her voice calling his name before she pushed past her father to take hold of his hand and pull him inside. The man stepped to the side, but Tsukishima was hyper aware of the weapon in his hand; this was going to be an interesting evening.

Nervous was the only term Kuroo could associate with his current situation. He was seated next to her on the couch within their living room, his eyes fixed on the objects decorating the walls. A variety of guns hung as ornaments around them and he was sure that he couldn’t breath for a split second. Clearing his throat, he attempted to bring his gaze back to her, his voice higher than expected her he spoke: “And, uh, what does your dad do again?”

She gave a shrug, her eyes following his to the walls. “Not sure, honestly,” she answered, “something for the military, but it’s classified work so he can’t tell us anything.”

The information instantly swirled around Kuroo’s head at an alarming rate when he heard the heavy footsteps approaching. What kind of dangerous work did this man do? And what kind of death was he about to experience by dating his daughter?

Standing to his feet instantly, Kuroo was already extending his hand out when he saw the figure of the man walk into the living room with them. “S-sir,” he cleared his throat the moment the stutter left him, “I’m Kuroo Tetsurou, it’s a pleasure–”

“Sit,” the man demanded, his voice deep.

Kuroo’s body instantly did as he was told, his eyes wide as the man took his seat before the couple in the chair opposite them. He stared and Kuroo stared back. He felt sweat begin to gather at the back of his neck as the gesture continued, but he refused to speak, refused to do anything that he wasn’t told to do. Her father was sizing him up and he was ready for whatever was about to come, even if he was terrified about it.

Dinner was so close to being a delight. The food was good, she was beautiful, her mother was a lovely woman, but then there was her father who didn’t remove his eyes from Tendou the entire meal. It had been unnerving. As though the man was not only dissecting everything he had to say, but every single movement he made as well. Like he was scoping out his prey.

And now her and her mother had gone into the kitchen for dessert, leaving Tendou alone with the predatory man at the other end of the table. Tendou shifted, his hands gripping and loosening on the fabric of his pants, unsure of whether he should meet the gaze across from him head on or occupy his eyes elsewhere.

“And, uh, what do you do, sir?” he brought himself to ask, pulling a smile onto his face when he looked up again. This was a good line of topic, no? Something the man would be comfortable with sharing and Tendou would get further insight into her family life.

“Work that could potentially kill you,” was the answer he got, forcing racing chills down the boy’s spine. Who the hell was this man and what did he do for a living? A small questioning noise left Tendou’s lips as his smile dropped away, fear falling into the pit of his stomach. He wanted to probe further only to know what that meant, but didn’t get the chance where both ladies returned with slices of pie for everyone.

Tendou tried not to think about the threat that was potentially just placed on his life.

The night hadn’t gone exactly as Kenma had thought it would. Not that it had gone… terribly wrong. Just that he wasn’t sure he should be walking home alone tonight. Not after he had been shown the safe full of weaponry that was opened by her father. Small comments being made about some of them being illegal to own by normal citizens. Which made him either a crook or over qualified by the government.

Kenma wasn’t sure he liked either of those options. Especially when those options concerned his well being.

He liked this girl, a lot. So to have her father approve of him was something that was important for the future of their relationship and for a moment he was terrified that he would never receive it. The man had barely said two words to him - granted, Kenma barely spoke the entirety of his time there either. And he was sure the constant fidgeting and shifting he had displayed under the man’s scrutiny was not something that suited well with him.

Standing with her on the porch, he felt his body freeze up when she leaned to press her lips against his. Thought of that man coming forward with one of those many firearms for being too close to his daughter ran through Kenma’s mind. Despite the momentary fear, a smile tugged at his lips when she leaned back, stating how she was glad he came. Because really, despite the imminent threat, she was totally worth it.

Too many questions probed Akaashi’s mind as he wandered back home, feet carrying him faster than truly necessary. He felt nervous in the dark streets as though he hadn’t really left the man that was her father back at her home. Not the he hadn’t been nice - he hadn’t said anything to Akaashi of malcontent - but he definitely didn’t give the warmest of welcomes.

Akaashi got it; father’s were protective of their little girls, but this man gave off a dangerous air that he hadn’t been able to place. The way he had observed their entire evening as though cataloging information had put Akaashi on edge most of the night. And then there was the silent yet obvious display of a weapon in the corner of the room. That had been hard to look away from.

Then there was the looming presence as he had sat with her on the couch, their fingers intertwined and her head of his shoulder. The feeling made his hair stand on end, but he said nothing to her nor did she say anything to him. It was not until he was saying goodbye for the night that she gave a small apology.

“I hope he didn’t scare you,” she gave a sheepish smile, “he’s can put on the scary act, but he’s a not so bad.” The tacked on information about his classified government work didn’t keep him as reassured as it might have been. And despite such a foreboding presence, Akaashi was determined about her.

He was back the next day, gaining a morsel of respect.