#always have a reigen plush besides you

[azereii]

birthday drawings!!!

i wanted to self indulge myself so i drew myself 2!! birthday drawings in may :)

[liketolaugh-writes]

Five Ways Mob Is Psychic

Author: liketolaugh Summary: Or: five times Mob’s parents attributed autistic traits to his powers, and one time Reigen recognized them.

Kasumi knew, in the back of her mind, that theirs couldn’t be the only household where it was normal for a whirlwind of toys to swim circles in the air over their heads. But sometimes it felt like it, leaving an aching worry for the jittery infant plopped in the middle of the room and the one that made her belly round and fit to burst.

Keigo didn’t seem concerned, grinning at their son and tossing another soft, stuffed shape at him and laughing when it shot into the air to join the rest. The whole conglomeration whirled faster, Shigeo’s hands curling tightly around his feet, and Kasumi glanced at the clock and tutted softly.

“You shouldn’t wind him up so much,” she chided. “It’s almost time to put him to bed.”

Keigo glanced at the clock as well, eyebrows lifting in surprise.

“So it is,” he hummed, reluctantly returning the newest plush to the basket beside him. “Thanks for the reminder, sweetheart – I just love watching him get so excited!”

Kasumi felt herself smile in response, glancing down at Shigeo, whose mouth had fallen open a little, eyes wide as he tipped his head back, tracking the rapid whirl of toys orbiting over him, his whole body rocking back and forth in a small, quick motion. Kasumi wondered absently if there was anything he was seeing there that she and Keigo were not.

“I know, but he’s going to break his mobile again,” Kasumi replied sternly. “Try and calm him down, please. You know how he gets when he’s overstimulated.”

Keigo hummed again, starting to reach for the basket before freezing, eyes fixing on one particular flying toy. “Ah.”

Kasumi followed his gaze and bit back a yelp, instead making an aborted motion to rise to her feet as she noticed the thick cardboard baby book that had caught her husband’s attention. She swore under her breath – the weight of her belly was making it harder and harder to react in a timely manner. “Keigo!”

“Yes!” Belatedly, Keigo shot to his feet, reaching out and snagging the book out of the air after a few tries, one of which had the book bashing into his wrist. “Give that to Daddy, Shige- yes.” The book resisted for a few moments before Keigo was able to claim it, and he shook his head, sitting back down and placing the book under his leg for safekeeping. “How does he always manage to grab those when we’re not looking?”

“Goodness knows,” Kasumi huffed, relaxing. “He’s going to drop something hard on himself one of these days.”

Keigo looked over at her and offered a small, reassuring smile as he placed the basket of toys into his lap. “Him and every other kid. Don’t worry so much, Kasumi.”

“Hm,” Kasumi grumbled, but she was too tired to have this argument again, and she let it go.

“Really!” Keigo insisted, knowing from experience what she would have said. “Shige’s a strong boy, and he’s gotten so good at catching- uff!”

A small, plush cat smacked against his face and fell neatly into the basket. Keigo sputtered, and then looked at Shigeo, who, rather than grinning and giggling at him, was considering the basket curiously, one hand outstretched while the other remained curled around one of his feet, still rocking hyperactively.

The next toy hit the edge of the basket and then fell out. Keigo huffed out a laugh, reaching over to pick it up and place it in.

“Good try, Shigeo,” he encouraged. “Keep going! You guessed it – it’s time to put the toys away!”

Shigeo tilted his head, and another toy plopped into the basket, neat and perfect this time. Shigeo blinked, and Keigo smiled fondly.

“Remember when he first started bending spoons?” he asked Kasumi, tipping his head back with a wry smile to look at the toys that were beginning to circle more slowly. Shigeo was calming down, focusing on the new game.

“Did you mean, do I remember the first time we let him play with a spoon?” Kasumi countered dryly. Keigo chuckled. “Don’t laugh at me. I’m going to be so glad when he’s old enough to fix them himself. We can only afford so many spoons.”

A plush frog hit Keigo’s chest and fell directly into the basket, and he cooed at Shigeo for a few moments before answering. “Maybe spoons will be the least of our concerns by then. For all we know, he’ll be juggling knives by then.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” Kasumi groaned. “Once was enough.” Shigeo was not allowed in the room with sharp objects – it felt like he invariably chose to pick them up and play with them, and chasing a flying knife around a room was the opposite of a fun time even without an infant’s involvement.

Keigo tipped his head, not disagreeing, and Shigeo blinked at the basket for a few more moments before another plushie dropped abruptly, a full foot away from the basket. Shigeo tipped his head to mimic Keigo, and then yawned.

“That’s it, Shigeo,” Keigo crooned. “I wish we knew what to expect. He’s so different from a normal child. Most would be babbling and smiling by now.” He smiled at the year-old infant, warm and wry. “But I suppose he’s got more interesting things on his mind than people.”

“Like how to get that book out from under your leg?” Kasumi asked pointedly.

Keigo yelped, scrabbling for it before it could take to the air, and then sighing again. He yawned, and after a second, Shigeo yawned back. His arm fell, and the remaining airborne toys fell with it.

“I guess we know what book to read tonight,” he remarked, tired but satisfied.

He set the basket aside and leaned forward to scoop Shigeo up, and Shigeo’s hands curled into his shirt. Keigo patted him, and then started to move around, collecting the fallen toys. A few minutes passed in silence.

“How do you think he’ll react to Ritsu?” Kasumi asked suddenly, breaking the moment. Keigo paused, blinking, and considered.

“Are you worried Shigeo won’t like him?” he asked.

“I’m worried he’ll ignore him,” Kasumi admitted. “Ritsu might be too young to understand.”

Keigo smiled. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” he said firmly. “Shige’s a little odd, and very quiet, but he plays fine.” He jostled the basket in demonstration. “I’m sure he and Ritsu will get along great. Who knows – maybe Ritsu will have powers too.”

“Kami, no,” Kasumi groaned, but she couldn’t help but relax, Keigo’s reassurances working as intended. “Maybe you’re right. Children are adaptable.”

“That they are,” Keigo agreed. “And if you give me a minute, I’ll put Shigeo to bed and I’ll make sure Ritsu knows too. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful,” Kasumi answered, smiling faintly.