#yes this is inspired by the twins from single parents 😞

[realcube]

thursday. the only day kageyama is off while you are at work, meaning he has to watch the kids.

thankfully, you are home by five and are greeted with the sweet — yet uncommon — sight of your husband kickin' it back on the couch, watching tv. this pleased you for two reasons: firstly, kageyama is always training and child-wrangling so it's nice to see him take it easy for once, and secondly, the tv hasn't been turning on recently so he must have successfully fixed it.

you take a couple steps towards him, "hi, sweetie. how was your day? i see you managed to fix the tv?"

kageyama pauses his show to look at you, "it was good, but i didn't fix the tv."

you put your bags down and hang up your coat, "oh, it fixed itself?"

"no, the kids did."

you blink a couple times, surprised at first but then assuming he meant they pressed some random buttons on the remote and out of sheer luck it turned on. "speaking of which, where are they?"

"in the garage." he replied bluntly, carrying your bags to the bedroom.

your jaw drops and you yell, "kags! what are they doing in the garage unsupervised?"

kageyama looks genuinely baffled by your reaction, and calls after you while you run off, "they're changing my oil!"

as if on cue, when you enter the kitchen, you see the twins have just entered the from the garage. you'd hug them, but they're covered in grime and oil. "what are you two doing?"

"kageyama-sama told us to do our chores."

you aren't even sure where to begin with that. you turn to your husband with a horrified look, who is watching from the living room, "why are our children calling you kageyama-sama? what happened to papa?"

he shrugs, so you turn back to your children. "kids your age shouldn't be fixing tvs and changing oil. i think when kageya— i mean, papa told you to do your chores, he meant tidying up your toys and setting the table."

"but we already did that." they motion to the dinner table which is, indeed, set. you grumble internally, but keep your best parent face on, "still, what you're doing isn't safe. i thought you'd know better by now, i'm very disappointed. please go your room."

they both sigh, defeated, and trudge out of the kitchen and up to their bedroom. when they pass their dad, they look up at him with big innocent eyes in hopes he'll bail them out, but he averts his gaze.

once they are gone, you exhale through your nose. unsure of what you've gotten yourself into. then, you hear kageyama's ask, "so, do i need to clean the gutters myself, then?"