#haikyuu as dads

[keiyoomi]

Send me the name of the character you want to be the story's dad + scenario they would be in

[kkumri]

dads doing their best

[emmyrosee]

Akito core ✨

You two don’t make it down the street before Rintaro’s phone starts ringing, the display screen in his car showing the culprit: Eldest Child

“You have him as eldest child?” You ask, and Rintaro snickers and shakes his head.

“He put himself as that.”

“I see.”

Rintaro is then quick to press answer, sighing dramatically, “what, Akito?”

“First of all,” your son’s voice comes over the line, just as sassy as your husband’s, “don’t take that tone with me in front of mom. She’ll beat you up. Secondly, where are you going without me?”

You laugh softly, “we’re just getting some groceries, baby, we’ll be home soon.”

The line is quiet, as if Akito is processing his feelings for you both leaving, let alone without him. “So you think you guys are grown?”

“Huh?”

“Thinking you can leave the house without consulting me. You’ve got three other children to think about.”

You snort and shake your head, “they’re at auntie’s for the day, remember? For a girls day.”

“Maybe I wanted to go to girls day. Maybe I wanted to go grocery shopping with you both. Not that anyone ever asks what I want.”

“Okay, im hanging up,” Rintaro chuckles, quickly prompted by Akito’s ‘WAIT WAIT WAIT!’ “What, Akito?”

Once again, the line goes quiet before you hear Akito hum in thought, “bring back some leftovers.”

“We’re not getting lunch, bro!” Rintaro laughs, and you join him in his amusement for the situation. “We’re just going to the grocery store.”

“Yes, and mom always gets hungry after the grocery store, so im kindly and humbly asking you to bring back leftovers.”

Rintaro looks over at you for a moment and shrugs, “you do.” You giggle and playfully swat his arm, and he turns back to the road, “im hanging up now.”

“And get me some cheese puffs!”

“Goodbye, Akito.” Rintaro ends the call soon there after, and you smile and shake your head as Rintaro sighs, “god, he’s so your kid.”

“Don’t bully him, that’s my baby boy right there.”

“Your baby boy’s a pain in the neck.”

[blockedbykei]

𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 !!

synopsis: every moon has their own star. and tsukishima loves his little star the best

— warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, dad!tsukishima, made up name for his babygirl (literally just used google translate huhu forgive me 🙏)

tsukishima used to tolerate his mornings rather than enjoy them. when he met you, it started to become something he enjoyed, most especially when you both moved together and he got to wake up seeing you deep in comfortable slumber beside him, bodies entwined.

there was always something peaceful in the mornings— the soft muffled chirps of voyaging birds, the gentle glow of the sun basking your body through the window, his tired body pinning him down beside you, his muscles relaxed and melting against your shared bed.

his eyes blink the sleep off, a small yawn leaving his thin lips. you're sound asleep, a hand under your cheek, the other resting limply on his bare waist. tsukishima smiles softly, a hand reaching up to push a strand off your ear.

you don't move. he smiles brighter than the moon in the evening.

then he hears that familliar pitter patter of tiny feet across the wooden floor outside your bedroom. tsukishima perks up, nestling himself deeper into the bed pretending to be asleep. and on queue, his daughter opens the door, the silent creaks of the door a telltale sign she was plotting something mischievous.

and when he feels her tiny presence beside him, hovering over his back, he jumps and turns around, grabbing his daughter around her chubby waist.

"gotcha!"

hoshi's little squeals are akin to melodies, something he loves to hear every second of everyday. tsukishima carries her and sits her on his chest, his fingers squiggling on her mushy sides. he feels you stir beside him, eyes opening.

their smiles match and your heart swoons; hoshi was a little version of tsukishima, both eyes and smile— like halos over clouds. the hair was a mixture of yours and his though, and it seems like she was starting to get your complexion.

"papa, stooop," she giggles, little feet kicking at the mattress and pushing his hands away. "you're attacking me!"

"my no! i'm only giving you kisses," he rubs his nose on her belly. "you don't want my kisses?"

"i want them," you place your elbow on your elbow, cheek placed on your palm. tsukishima rolls his eyes, albeit playfully, and leans up to peck you. hoshi gags.

"ewie,"

"not ewie," you gasp. "is this...ewie?"

you and tsukishima lean to place matching kisses on either side of her cheeks, slightly wet to tease her. she yells, falling on her back and running away from your room.

breakfast was as energetic as ever. since hoshi has learned how to feed herself, she ate a lot as she did when she was a baby. it has always admired you; maybe it was something she picked up from you rather than her father, who, despite placing many food on his plate, ate less than you.

you stand in front of the stove, waiting for the beaten eggs to be cooked. tsukishima has hoshi wrapped around his waist as they emerge from the bathroom, the bottom of her face slightly wet. he was already dressed for work, white button down and neatly iron brown slacks, his matching blazer hung by the door; hoshi was already dressed in her uniform, collars askew.

he sets her down in front of the coffee table, facing the tv, and tsukishima sits behind her with hair ties on his wrist.

"can we listen to music?" she asks him, peering up at her father. "while eating breakfast?"

her love for music- it was something tsukishima has been plotting since she had been in your womb. those microphone thingies connected to your stomach was something he always used when he got home from work, blasting a new playlist, a way of introducing music to hoshi so that she'd be used to it by the time she came out.

miki matsubara revibrates smoothly in the living room. they both hum as tsukishima begins to comb her hair, splitting it in two. you remember his eagerness to be taught how to braid when hoshi was sound asleep when she was a baby, admiring her soft growing hair. so watching him flawlessly split each part into three and intertwine them made your heart turn into silk.

you place the finished eggs and spam on the breakfast table, sitting beside hoshi and resting your body on tsukishima's leg, reaching over to fix your daughter's collar. she thanks you, clumsily placing the chopsticks on her small fingers.

"you want ribbons on your hair, hoshi?" tsukishima ties the first braid, placing it over her right shoulder.

"yes please!"

"blue ones?"

"she doesn't have blue ones, honey," you look at kei, picking up a spam and feeding it to him. "she has pink ones though. you want that, hoshi?"

"yes!" she reaches over to the small box and picks out three pink ribbons. tsukishima carefully plucks it from her hands. "can i visit the museum today?"

you hum. "sure baby. i'll pick you up after school and go there if it's okay with papa."

"absolutely," tsukishima beams. "i'm gonna show you a little secret later, so you can't tell anyone, 'kay?"

her small "okay" felt similar to tsukishima's- slightly flat, though you could sense her excitement. when he finishes on both braids, he clips a pink ribbon on each pair.

when breakfast is finished, the dishes clink in the sink as tsukishima sets them to dry to the side. you grab the car keys, and hoshi stands beside you waiting patiently for his dad. when he emerges from the kitchen, hoshi brings something out of her pocket.

"what's that?" he crouches, eye level with her. she reaches out and clips the pink ribbon over his necktie.

"so we can match," she says. "if you take it off, i'll tell everyone the secret you're going to tell me later." her eyes narrow, playfully but he thinks is actually a real threat. tsukishima laughs.

"you get to hit me if i go home and i'm not wearing it," he kisses her on the forehead.

hoshi runs towards the car when you exit the house; her height, despite her young age, was enough for her to reach the latch and open the door.

tsukishima places a hand on your waist and spins you around, kissing you, lips soft and chaste. the way he looks at you has never changed, the same golden glint, same ardor, same mellowness; it was love incomparable.

it seemed to have amplified when hoshi came around.

"thank you for breakfast," he murmurs against your lips. "and thank you for hoshi."

thank you for hoshi was something he always said every day since she was born. it felt like an oath, a prayer he says to express his gratitude to all saints.

and before you could answer, the car beeps.

hoshi has leaned over the dashboard and reached her hands to press on the horn. her eyebrows are furrowed, and you can see her mouth gag playfully.

she also seems to inherit his easy agitation.

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[haikyu-mp4]

not a request, just a little treat in the parenting genre

Atsumu got this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? No problem at all.

“Whoa, what?!” Atsumu was preparing lunches in the kitchen when one of the twins ran in with the other in tow. The girl was chasing the boy, who happily ran away in a pink dress.

“I’m wearing that today!” the girl screamed, no sense of indoor voice to be seen. Or heard. The boy laughed.

“Too bad it looks better on me!” To be fair, his son did slay in dresses. But Atsumu knows his daughter really loves that particular one. As in, it brings luck on first days.

“Get that dress off right now, mister!” Now they were all yelling. “You know yer sister wanted to wear that dress today, give it back.”

“Nu-uh!”

Atsumu does not have this in the bag. Getting his two perfect children ready for the first day of school after summer? Big problem.

By the time he caught up to his kids – at the same time his age caught up to him based on how his spine complained up the stairs – they were pulling each other’s hair on the floor of their parents' bedroom. Atsumu took a deep breath in before putting on his serious dad-voice.

“Both of you. Settle down. NOW.”

The kids barely even noticed he was there.

He will be apologising to his mother again next time he sees her. Twins are a nightmare.

"I'll tell your mom!" Atsumu stomped his foot childishly when they looked up at him with wide eyes. "Why did that work?!"

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[bunnykissses]

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[silverhairsimp]

Dad!Atsumu!

This one is for my beloved @nekomasangel

CW: dad!atsumu, technically NSFW but not descriptive, reader gets pregnant, uncle!osamu, fluff

a/n: I’m having far too much fun with these dad drabbles, I might just have to keep them coming.

Find: dad!Osamu here!

Thinking about dad Atsumu whose first born likes his uncle Osamu so much better than him the first few years of his life.

It’s always been his dream to be a dad, but when he finally has a son of his own, the little brat always chose Osamu over him. No matter what the situation.

Your husband thought it would be hilarious to do that TikTok trend with the baby and his family members. Having each one of you sit in a line to see who the baby would crawl or walk to first. And it was always Osamu. Even when he had sat out after being picked first, Atsumu’s two year old would sit in the middle of the floor and look for his uncle.

It wasn’t until you convinced your husband that it would be so easy for uncle Osamu to watch the little one so the two of you could have a date night. And that date night, easily turned into a weekend away. Picking a nice hotel or fancy air bnb, taking you out to dinner and promising to grow your family in hopes Atsumu would have a kid that liked him more than his twin brother.

It didn’t take much convincing either. Not when Atsumu bent you over the couch the moment you got into your little weekend home. Devouring you from the back before shoving his own pants down in a hurry. “Please— please, give me another—“ he’d beg into your ear while his hips kept up that relentless pace.

His breath was hot on your neck while your moans echoed off the walls and the couch started to leave scuff marks on the hardwood floor. He kept taking you over and over again until he was sure it would take.

Nine months later you indeed did bless him with a baby girl. And that little one was his entire world! A daddy’s girl from the very beginning, searching for him the moment she opened her eyes, soothing herself at the sound of his voice.

Even as she grew older, your son saw the connection they had and learned to love his dad even more. So in the middle of the night, when they’d both storm into your shared bedroom, crying from bad dreams and needing their dad for comfort… he couldn’t even be mad because he asked for this. And you made sure to remind him of that when he woke up groggy the next morning because he couldn’t let his babies sleep feeling as if they weren’t protected.

He stayed up all night rubbing their backs and shushing them when the nightmares started to disrupt their sleep once more.

Turns out he just needed to give his boy time, because looking back, he gave his parents just as hard of a time when he was a kid. He supposes it was just a taste of his own medicine.

[everykindofnerd13]

I think my favorite part of the Daisuga ship is that they are just already a very chill ship. Somehow feel like the most real highschool couple. And what I mean is that Daichi and Suga have chemistry, but it’s not explosive. They don’t have these huge passionate shouting matches that prove how much they care about eachother, or these sweet melancholic flashbacks that show how committed to eachother they are. They just have chemistry. Like they have lines that sound like confessions. But not new ones. Daichi and Suga talk to each other like they’ve been in a relationship for years. Like it’s second nature to say those things to eachother. I think that’s also why they feel so much like mom and dad. Cause yeah, they bicker, but it’s always fond, just like every other part of them. They’re just so smitten with eachother and so comfortable not only with eachother but with themselves that nothing about their relationship has to be explosive or poetic or anything to be deeply meaningful to the people that matter most, themselves.

[chronic-claire-universe]

Husband that recognizes that you're pregnant with your second child even before you, because suddenly you're craving that special food you ate only the first time you were pregnant.

Husband that has to calm you down because you're spiralling and seat next to you as he tries to convince you to do the pregnancy test and see if you're having a family addition.

Husband that supports you and look at the pregnancy stick in your place and hugs you as soon as he sees two lines on it.

Husband that reassures, hug you and say he's going to protect you and the baby in your womb just like he did the first time.

Husband that owns scary dog privilege title even more now, because no one will be allowed to say or comment or make you uncomfortable in any way.

Husband that from now on takes care of the house and your first child's homework because you can't lay a finger from now on for 9 months.

Haruchiyo Sanzu, Kakucho Hitto, SATORU GOJO, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Shuji Hanma, Hajime Kokonoi, SHION MADARAME, Hajime Iwaizumi, Tetsuro Kuroo, KEIGO TAKAMI

[kkumri]

dads doing their best 🤧

[emmyrosee]

when hisako’s teacher asks what your name is, she calmly, and unsurprisingly, says “mommy,” as most kids do, with her little hands clutching a crayon and writing mommy. The teacher chuckles, having expected the answer but not wanting to leave out the other one of her parents, “do you know what daddy’s name is?”

No one is prepared for the loud “AAAATSUMUUUUU!” flooding down the hallway and right in the teachers face.

she turns her head up to the teacher sadly “dunno how many a’s though,” she pouts.

[haikyu-mp4]

Limited vocabulary

Your son comes to work with his dad Ushijima, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @iatethemochi. word count; 314 – gn!reader

After a victorious game in the Polish volleyball league, Ushijima opened his arms for you to run into with your toddler.

Pressing a kiss to your head and then your lips when you looked up, Ushijima carefully picked his baby up out of your arms, happily smiling at his excited babbling.

As he took your hand, about to lead you away from the crowd, an interviewer caught up and the camera was on you three before you could attempt to protest.

“Ushijima, great game! How is your family doing, will there be a celebration tonight?” the interviewer rambled before briskly turning the microphone to the tall athlete, urging him to answer everything she just pressed into one breath.

But as he took a second to register her words, your son started babbling away again as if they were coherent sentences, making hand gestures and grabbing at the microphone. It made you laugh before taking it out of the toddler’s grip so he couldn’t start biting and drooling all over the professional equipment.

Ushijima watched his son with what the fans would probably deem as an unusual amount of emotion for him, while you squeezed the toddler’s cheek and giggled, apologising to the interviewer.

“Please excuse my son, his vocabulary is still limited,” Ushijima said in his deep voice, which undoubtedly would become an iconic TikTok clip in the coming days. “We are doing very well, thank you.”

And with that line, the man took your hand again and led his family out and home.

His PR manager praised him for the funny line later, but Ushijima simply answered that he would rather keep the media away from his family even when his son did start talking.

“That’s a difficult task if they keep coming to your games,” the manager said. “The interviewers can be very persistent.”

“I’m not worried. I will protect my family.”

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for the requester: hoping this reads as short and sweet<3 thank you for participating<33

[seiwas]

₊˚⊹｡ 5:55 p.m. | oikawa tooru

wc: 709 summary: oikawa comes home missing a step in the ‘oikawa family routine’.  contains: f!reader, papa!oikawa, baby girl oikawa, use of term ‘baby’, baby/child/kid, being parents, food descriptions, oikawa coming home to his lil family of three!, oikawa aged up to pro. a/n: thought of this lil blurb today and had to get it down !! i love papa oikawa my heart is bursting !!

comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡

Oikawa comes home in the late afternoon.

He takes his shoes off by the genkan, and keeps a hop in his step despite a full day of volleyball; being a setter might be what he does best, but bursting into his house, shouting his usual 'baby, i'm home!' might just be what he loves the most.

And he's about to do it, as he steps into the hallway, gym bag on his shoulder and mouth open pre-yell, but he stops, because—

—there peering up at him is his little girl, greeting him with an index finger to her lips as if to say: 'shhh, papa, be quiet ...'.

When he looks further behind her, to the couch, he sees you, fast asleep with your right arm folded to cushion your head, and the other hanging over the edge.

"Mama sleep," she whispers, almost giggling, and he thinks the saying could never be more true; her laugh is infectious (or maybe just to her papa)—he'd never be immune.

Oikawa's eyes widen and he mouths an 'oh' as he lets down his gym bag quietly. He crouches low, coming eye-to-eye with his mini-me, the splitting image of him except for her smile—which is yours, undoubtedly.

He stretches his arms out, welcoming her in, and she rushes to him, giggling, her brown curls bouncing with each step closer to him.

This is the Oikawa family routine: when papa arrives home, he gets 3 kisses, one on each cheek and the last one on his nose. Then, he lifts his little girl up, supports her with one arm while he kisses you and pulls you close.

This time, the routine isn't quite as complete but he still has his little girl on his arm, perched by his hip kissing his cheek. Her little hands grab on to his face to place the final kiss to his nose and he scrunches it, joking with her, a remix of his favorite tune as she giggles some more.

"Did my baby sleep too?" he whispers, feet light as he makes his way to the kitchen, past you.

His little girl nods, "Small only." and he thinks it's so cute, that she's the smartest girl in the world for knowing what to say—even though he knows 'small' isn't exactly the right word to describe it.

He lets her down on the kitchen counter before opening the fridge to check what's available: chicken and a few vegetables. Then, he gathers what he needs and places them on the table.

"Should we make dinner for mama?" he asks, a glint in his eyes that can only mean one thing. 

His little girl perks up, brown eyes widening and gleaming just the same, a perfect reflection of his as she nods and says, "Egg!"

He laughs, volume restrained, but he kisses her forehead and replies, "Okay, egg for mama it is."

By the end of it, there's an empty carton (or two) of eggs he's used (failed attempts to make Omurice until its decent, but still half as good as what you always do). His little girl sprinkles the last few bits of green onion before you round the corner just in time, eyes slightly puffed and his love right there, laced in your sleepy smile.

"Mama!" his (your) little girl shouts, making grabby hands at her papa to let her down.

You shake your head and laugh, smiling just like your little girl as you drag your feet nearer. The food is resting on the counter as Oikawa picks her up, keeping her perched on his hip as he walks towards you.

It’s a warm, fuzzy feeling sitting in his stomach that's been there for a while, even before you two became three, that's reminding him of how good his life is, coming home to you, sleep lines and all running across your cheek.

When you meet in the middle of your kitchen, you don't forget the Oikawa family routine, tiptoeing up to kiss him as he pulls you closer, your little girl squished in-between.

"I'm home, baby." he whispers, nose-to-nose, just as you let his lips go, and you laugh, his favorite tune, the original, before your baby girl made it her own.

"Welcome home."

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[blockedbykei]

I love daddy Tsukki. I love daddy Tsukki. I love daddy Tsukki. I love daddy Tsukki. I love daddy Tsukki. I love daddy Tsukki. I love daddy Tsukki.

Anyways, can I request how Tsukki would react when he sees Hoshi playing with a boy and he thought that was her bf 😭

i think tsukishima would lose his mind bc hes a very protective dad 😭

"who is that boy in our living room and why is he so close to hoshi?"

you turn your head away from the counter, seeing kei discard his necktie and place it aside. you smile, fully facing him to kiss his cheek in acknowledgement.

"welcome home, didn't hear you come in." you say. he places a hand on your waist. "that's kageyama's nephew. he says he wants him to have more of a social life and not end up like him or his sister. so he asked me if he could meet hoshi and i said yes."

kei huffs. "i don't like the look he's giving her."

"honey, he's five. he's probably just curious." you laugh lightly, looking over his shoulder to see hoshi and kageyama's nephew, indulged in sharing crayons and drawing their own versions of what seemed to be dinosaurs playing volleyball.

"i had a lot of evil thoughts when i was a kid. who knows what's going on with kageyama jr. over there, descendant of the king."

"you know he's not actually his son, right? maybe he and his sister have contrasting personalities," you pat his shoulder. "calm down, kei."

he sighs at the feeling of your fingers moving dexterously to ease the tension off his shoulder. kei grips your waist firmly, his eyes closing and forehead falling to place against yours. you kiss the tip of his nose.

you look behind him to see hoshi and kageyama's nephew place something on each other's fingers, with him holding her little palm carefully into his own. you beam.

"aw look honey, they're giving each other rings."

kei's head whips around, his eyes wide. you take his hand and lead him to the living room to see the two kids sitting beside one another and giggling at the paper rings— blue for hoshi, green for little kageyama.

"what's this hoshi?" you coo, crouching in front of them. "paper rings?"

hoshi nods. "we're getting married!"

kei sputters. "n-now, married? hoshi, you're five."

"i promise to marry her when we're older," little kageyama smiled up at him. kei bites back a sneer. "we have matching rings!"

"i can hardly call it matching. they're different colors."

"kei." you reprimand his mumble, elbowing his rib. "remember to invite us, 'kay? we'll be very sad if you take hoshi from us."

"okay!" he smiles, taking hoshi's hand to compare their rings.

"do you like her?" kei asks, elbows on his knees.

"kei!"

little kageyama blinks. "yes. she has nice hair."

"just nice hair?"

"she's very smart."

"of course she is."

"she's also good at coloring."

"beats you."

"kei." you repeat, scolding him. little kageyama's innocence to the deep interrogation had allowed him to feel no threat at all and answer questions honestly. though he seems to have taken his blank stare from his uncle.

you could feel kei's eye twitching, his hands forming into fists on his lap. he's restless on his seat, watching the two divert their attention into drawing at the same bond paper. you stifle your laughter, leaning backwards to rest your head on his shoulder, taking his hand into your own.

"you know one day she'll actually get boyfriends," you look at him in a murmur, thumb rubbing his knuckles. kei looks at you, his chest from heaving heavily to rising in steady beats. "you can't act like this or she'll get mad at you."

he kisses the top of your head. "no way in hell she'll date a guy before she's twenty."

"kei,"

"stop calling me by my name," he whines a little, nose digging into your hair. kei's stoicism and usual "i-don't-give-a-fuck" demeanor were softened immensely; his true feelings such as his need for attention, fondness over the little things, and whining were all revealed in favor of hoshi growing up in an environment where she was safe to show her true feelings. he was there to maintain her, anyway.

"then stop being overprotective."

his eyebrows furrow, watching the two children again— they seemed to have made a house on top of a triangular mountain that was colored by a bright shade of green and darkest shade of brown. hoshi had gone on to draw clouds, wrists gyrating into circles with the grey crayon.

"she'll always come run to you all the time," you continue, placing your hand on his chest. "you're her favorite."

"yeah," he smiles at this, placing his arm over your shoulder and pulling you close. "she loves you too, though. not as much as she loves me."

you stare at him, deadpan, slapping his chest lightly. "i hope she gets a boyfriend before she turns twenty."

"do you wanna play with my dolls?" hoshi asked little kageyama. "i have a barbie and ken. they like to make babies all the time."

kei jumps forward. "hoshi, don't do that."

[kurooscopy]

BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU BABY TETSU

[tetsuskei]

Notes: This will be a series that will be uploaded in parts over time sporadically! There's no set date for anything uploaded, it's just a universe I've created here. I've been really excited to share this so I hope you all enjoy! Reupload from my old account.

Reblogs and interaction much appreciated!

⊹ baby fever [nsfw]

synopsis: a coworker brings their baby to work, and that sets off the gears in kuroo's head to have some of your own

⊹ glass heart [fluff]

synopsis: kuroo meets his newborn daughter for the very first time and contemplates the meaning of fatherhood

⊹ baby shower mayhem [fluff, angst]

synopsis: when a former school rival of your husband's shows up to your baby shower, you can only hope that things won't turn upside down. but with the reveal of some secrets of your own, it's unlikely it'll stay that way.

⊹ mother’s day [fluff, angst]

synopsis: kuroo fathoms how his childhood has affected his life growing up into adulthood, and ultimately fatherhood

⊹ suit & tie [fluff]

synopsis: your daughter is roped up in kuroo's scheming nature

⊹ a guide to being married to a pretty man [fluff]

synopsis: navigating outings with your babies and gorgeous husband who's (tragically) too distracting for the public

⊹ fruit of the loom [fluff]

synopsis: kuroo has a very interesting choice of costumes for you and your family

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