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#skts First of Many Pt 2 - Fathers Day

Fluff, emotional Atsu, Dad!Omi x New Papa!Atsu + Daughter Akiyo (shes 4 now 😭)

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4 years ago, if you told Atsumu he would be sharing a bed with Sakusa Kiyoomi while his daughter slept in the room across the hall… well he would have laughed.

The thought of Kiyoomi having a child seemed highly unlikely, Kiyoomi inviting Atsumu into his life? Even less so…

Well, Atsumu was right there, Kiyoomi did no such inviting. It was Atsumu who wiggled his way into the spikers life and just never left.

4 years ago, if you told Atsumu he would be setting an alarm to wake up at the ass crack of dawn to make Kiyoomi Father’s Day breakfast with

his 4 year old daughter, he also wouldn’t believe you.

But only because it was currently not the ass crack of dawn, and Atsumu was still in bed, alone. He shot up, the plush comforter pooling at his hips as he scrambled for his phone.

9:33 AM stared back at him

“Fuu-“ the door cracked open “uudge….” He slowly grumbled out his ‘new swear word’. Poor Akiyo had been getting in trouble at day care for her ‘colorful language’.

He heard a soft gasp before a whisper “he’s awake!”

He barely had any warning before his darling angel face

planted into his chest. Launching from across the room. “Papa!”

“Hey buttercup… I’m sorry! I thought I set my alarm to help you with Dad this morning!” He was only met with giggles, the young girl situating herself under the covers and still in his lap.

“Is okay! Daddy took

the alarm.” She beamed up at him, eyes sparkling in mischief.

“Huh?” Atsumu furrowed his brow, looking up to see Kiyoomi standing in the door way. Still dressed in a sleep clothes, he held a tray of breakfast. “What’s going on..?”

“We maked breakfast!” Akiyo cheered as her

dad deposited the tray in atsumus lap.

“Wait- wait we were meant to make breakfast for your dad! It’s father day!”

“It is, happy Father’s Day Atsumu.” Kiyoomi smiled, gently pressing his lips against Atsu’s forehead.

“But-“

“Eat!” Akiyo called, her little hands dramatically pointing to the food.

Atsumu couldn’t help but chuckle, “okay okay, I’m eating.” With one hand gently holding her in his lap, the other reached for the spoon.

It was clear no child had actually put this together

Well, maybe plating. There was a little artistic flare a simple minded adult could not understand.

He was quick to try the soup, avoiding the giant raw radish placed randomly on the tray. As he ate his daughters creations- clearly executed by an adult hand, thank Fuck.

He listened to her chatter about their plans for the day. They had a big dinner planned just the three of them, a demanding little park trip from one very demanding little girl. Who were they to deny such a cutie though?

“Oh! And lunch with uncle Soomoo”

“Samu.” Both fathers

corrected. She furrowed her little brow, casting a judge mental side eye at her papa. Kiyoomi could not keep his laughter to himself.

“SooMoo..”

“No- baby I’m Tsumu,”

“No, you’re papa.” She snorted, shaking her head in such an Atsumu way. Kiyoomi only fell back a bit on the

bed, clutching his stomach in laughter.

“You little…” he quickly grabbed her sides,fingers digging in to tickle her sides. Her screams and laughter were met with a quick swoop in from Kiyoomi lifting the tray.

“Okay! No spilling food in bed!” He held the tray up high as he

watched the giggling pair.

“Akiyo? Why don’t you go and grab gifts okay-“ she was already halfway out the door by the time he finished.

Atsumus chuckling slowly died down, his smile never fading. “I remember her first steps… I can’t believe was running now.”

Kiyoomi smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to atsumus head before turning and putting on his best dad voice “no running in the house!”

The quick pitter patter of feet silenced.

Snorting, Atsumu grabbed one last spoonful from the tray before losing it to Kiyoomi. “What’s

this about lunch with ‘Samu?” Cuteness aside, he didn’t remember making plans with his brother today. Kiyoomi just shrugged and left the room with the tray.

With one foot on the floor, ready to follow, he was quickly ushered back into bed by Akiyo returning. Her Sakusa scowl

at the sight of him attempting to get out of bed had him back under the covers quickly.

Kiyoomi returned not a moment later and hoisted her up onto the bed as she deposited her gifts on the comforter.

“Daddy first!” Kiyoomi called, grinning mischievously at Atsumus clear

annoyance.

He made quick work of his gifts. A pair of socks- yellow of course. A shirt that said “I’m the best dad ever”, and a little snow globe of the Tokyo tower Atsumu had helped her wrap.

“Awe, thank You baby.” Kiyoomi grinned, pressing 100 kisses all over his daughters

messy curls. Their giggles were gifts enough for Atsumu, he smiled leaning back and watching them both.

“Okay! Papa now!” Atsumu blinked as two things were shoved in his face.

“Oh-“ he took the little box and what looked like a giant envelope that had cute drawings over it.

“Open the box first.” Kiyoomi smiled, his eyes were soft.

Inside the box was… well a box of tissues.

“Oh- thank you?” He quirked a brow at the pair, but from the smug look on her face he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re welcome. Next next!!” She clearly couldn’t contain

Her excitement as she thrust the next gift at him. He took his time, studying the drawings on the outside. His particular favorite was the little stick family of them holding hands. He would cherish this always.

Being careful to not rip anything he opened it up, expecting to

find more art inside. He was confused by what he saw.

He pulled out documents, pages of them. His confusion remained only until he read the top bolder letters.

Application for Certificate of Adoption.

Atsumu felt the burn behind his eyes almost instantly, staring almost

in disbelief at the papers in his lap. His lips parted but he couldn’t find any words.

“Oh- he’s crying.”

“I told you he would, baby.”

Slowly lifting his gaze the the pair before him, he felt the tears cascading down his cheeks. He was met with a brilliant sight of the

two brightest smiles, Akiyo holding out the box of tissues he had just opened.

His baby girl.

Letting out a choked cry he rushed forward, scooping her up in his arms tightly. He let the momentum carry them as he crashed into Kiyoomis lap. Laying against his stomach,

his baby girl in his arms.

It took a while for his tears to stop, he would calm down, take one look at her, and burst into tears again.

“So… is that a yes or?” Kiyoomi was smiling down at the pair, his own silent tears wetting his lashes.

“Of course it is!” Atsumu yelled,

“This is MY baby girl! Always has been!” Akiyo giggled from where she was being squished against her dads chest. “Is this why we are having lunch with my brother?” He aggressively rubbed at his cheeks, sniffling as he tried to not look so pathetic.

“Yes, he demanded it

actually.”

Atsumu snorted, “so he knew before me? Fudging scrub!” Even with the fudge, Kiyoomi still his his head. “Ow-“

“Of course he does, I had to ask his blessing!” Kiyoomi rolled his eyes.

“Blessing for what? Adopting my own daughter?” It was atsumus turn to snort.

“Oh, well no. There was actually something else in the envelope.” That was cryptic.

Launching their giggling daughter onto the pillows he sat up, reaching for the envelope again. He was right, one piece of paper remained inside the envelope.

Application for Marriage License.

Atsumu immediately burst into tears again, clutching that beautiful envelope as he sobbed. His two giggling family members were quick to wrap him back up, squeezing him tightly.

Sure, they didn’t really need the papers to make it true. If anyone ever asked, there would be no

hesitation. Akiyo is his daughter, she always had been. Kiyoomi is his partner, he always will be. But to know it was official, “official” official- well it had Atsumu crying the happiest tears he had ever let fall.

“So… is that a yes, or-“

“Someone get me a goddamn pen!”

//happy Father’s Day 💞