❝ KENMA KOZUME ❞

child ' s name : You pick your own ( peace ! )

˚ ༘ ◡̈ credits to the owner

          "Kyanma!" You called, peeking from the door.

Your husband hummed, with his cellphone between his hands, face scrunched due to the difficulty of his game. He just woke up, yes, but he said he needed to clear this specific level from his beloved video game, and you were left with no choice but to let him. His breakfast, together with your baby's meal, were all prepared on the table.

"I'm going to the daycare center today," You jumped happily, catching Kenma off guard as you gave him a peck on his fluffy cheeks.

He blushed, hiding his face with a pillow. "O-Okay..."

You pouted. "Won't you ask me what time I'll be getting back?"

"You usually come home by 5," he explained, not averting his eyes from the digital box he's holding. "But when some parents are late on fetching their kids, you usually come by 6 or 7."

You slowly smiled, pinching his cheeks playfully. "Yieeee, how sweet of you to remember my schedule!"

"It's normal," he whispered. "I'm your husband and I love you, that's why."

You were stunned for a bit, cheeks getting warmer.

He's not the usual type of romantic guy you see in movies, but he's the type of guy who can catch you off guard by just mere words. He said it so casually but it made your heart skip a beat and even though you're with him for more than three years, with your firstborn at the age of two, you never get used to it.

You're in love with this feeling, and even though you knew he's not the showy type, Kenma already proved how pure and sincere he is to you. Before he could even tease you when he noticed the crimson blush on your face, you gave him a soft smack on the shoulders, making him chuckle.

"Just never take your eyes off our baby."

He hummed.

"Kozume!" You called. "I'm serious!"

"I'm serious too," He looked at you straightly, pausing his game. "I promise."

Staring at him for good five seconds, you made sure first that he knew what he was saying. Sighing, you gave him a piece of paper before grabbing your bag from the bedside table.

"W-What's this?"

"Hmm?" You looked at him. "Reminders."

"Reminders?"

You nodded. "Of course, the dos and don'ts. Don't bath him with cold water and make sure it's on the room's temperature first. Don't give him too many sweets. Don't forget to brush his teeth. Always remember his nap time, it's at exactly—"

"1:30 in the afternoon," he finished it for you. "I know it."

"I'm just helping you out, baka."

"You don't have to,"

Standing up from the bed, he slid his arms around your waist, burying his head on your neck as he gave it soft kisses. It's so calming to the point that you almost forgot you're running late. Hugging back, you entangled your fingers with his hair before giving it a quick kiss.

"C'mon, I have to go."

"We'll pick you up."

Kenma let go of the hug, giving you a kiss on the lips. It was only for a few seconds but you swore to God that it made your heart melt. His soft lips connecting with yours is one of the best feelings in the world. It was so serene, quick but loving. If you could only skip a day at work just to spend it with your family, you did, but you can't since you're a daycare teacher and you can't just take a leave out of nowhere.

"Pick me up?"

Kenma nodded. "Y-Yeah," He immediately blushed, looking away.

"Aww! Sure!"

Giving him a last pinch on the cheeks, you turned your back at Kenma, grabbing the school keys from your cabinet. Today's no different from the days that passed by, but something just made you feel different—no, probably motivated, unlike the previous workdays. You have something to look forward to by the end of the day and that mere feeling is making you excited. Happy.

Before you closed the door, you winked at him.

"Pick me up at 5!"

He hummed. "I will."

⋆ ☄. TIMESKIP ⋆ ☄.

"Now," He silently sat in front of his baby with a rattle on his hands. "D-Do you want to play with Daddy?"

"Games!" Your little baby, [ S/N ], cooed.

His golden eyes bored with his father's, making Kenma's heart skip a beat. This is the first time he ever got to be alone with his own child. This will be the first time he's going to take a bath with his baby. This will be the first time he'll feel that he's...a father. It's not like he's the irresponsible one, it's just that he's working too and [ S/N ]'s time is mostly spent with you.

"G-Games?" He started thinking of all his favorite video games. "W-What do you—"

"Volleyball!"

He was stunned. "Volleyball?"

[ S/N ] eagerly nodded. "Mommy told me you're good at it! Please, teach me!"

"But..."

He trailed off, looking at those puppy eyes that [ S/N ]'s giving him. There's no way he'll decline and if playing with his child means bragging about his previous victories, he'll be glad to remain talkative for [ S/N ]. He realized that moments like these are much precious than leveling up his games and rather than staying inside the room to finish his DVDs. There's no way he'll miss chances like this.

He's a father. He's [ S/N ]'S father so he needs to be one.

"Fine, fine."

He smiled at his child, earning a squeal from him. Kenma bit his lips before scooping up [ S/N ] from the crib, setting him down on the floor. At that mere moment, things he wanted to do with [ S/N ] started lining up inside his brain, like how he analyzed for his game every time that his opponent is right in front of his character.

Should he prepare his special ramen for his kid?

What bedtime story should be read for [ S/N ] during his afternoon nap?

Should they wear their matching clothes when they fetch you from the daycare center?

He's damn excited and he can't stop himself from smiling just by the thoughts of spending his day off with your child. [ S/N ] cheered happily as soon as his tiny feet touched the floor, making your husband giggle too.

"But first, let's clean your toys, okay?"

"Okay!"

⋆ ☄. TIMESKIP ⋆ ☄.

"D-Daddy..."

Kenma watched as [ S/N ] yawned, burying his tiny face on his neck afterward.

"You're tired?"

"Nap, nap."

He nodded, setting his baby down on his own bed, not before changing his clothes which are wet from their previous volleyball game. Even though it's just passing balls and all, it tired the two off but Kenma swore that he'll trade everything he has to spend a day like this with [ S/N ] again. No, he's just overreacting. Of course, he can spend time with his baby how much longer he wants!

He's his father after all.

"D-Do you want me to read you a bedtime story—"

"Lulu," [ S/N ] cooed.

"Lulu?"

"Mommy sings Twinkle Star sometimes," [ S/N ] explained, hugging his blanket shyly.

'Ah, lullaby.' Kenma thought. "S-So you want me to sing you Twinkle, Twinkle too?"

His kid nodded eagerly which made the pudding head blush. He wasn't a good singer, he admits it himself, but for his kid, he'll obviously swallow his pride. After all, it's just the two of them now, right? No one will hear him except for [ S/N ] and he guessed it's okay.

Clearing his throat, he sat close to his kid before caressing his hair as he started to sing the lullaby. Kenma watched as his baby's eyes slowly closing, his sweet voice echoing inside the small room filled with stars and game consoles painting from the ceiling, down to the walls. He watched as his baby drifts to his deep slumber with a faint smile on his lips.

His heart skipped a beat when he finished singing.

He just sang a lullaby. For his kid. For the first time!

Kenma secretly blushed, giving [ S/N ] a quick kiss on his fluffy cheeks. His mind is so light right now to the point that he forgets about the games he needs to stream and finish, and his heart is hammering wildly inside his chest. He was so nervous that he might not entertain [ S/N ] that much that he still needs to call for your help.

He never knew he's good at this.

Sighing, he continued singing even though [ S/N ]'s already asleep. He just can't stop.

"I never knew you can sing."

"Fuck," Kenma accidentally cursed under his breath, jumping in surprise as he saw you leaning against the door frame.

"W-Why are you here?"

"The school was dismissed early," you smiled before walking towards him, placing a soft kiss above his tender lips. Your husband automatically kissed back, sliding his strong arms around your waist.

"I wish I could've fetch you."

"It's fine," you said between kisses. "We can just go out for an ice cream, deal?"

The pudding head smiled, looking at [ S/N ] who's currently letting out soft snores. This is another great opportunity to spend the remaining hours of his day off with his family and ice cream.

"DEAL."