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Bonus Round 3: Gift Tags
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on July 7 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Submit prompts as a gift tag in the format below. You can specify the size and a characteristic of the gift, who the sender is, who the recipient is, and a one or two sentence note from the sender to the recipient. Descriptions of the package and the included note don’t have to be explicit, see below.
- Package: medium sized cube, rattles
From: Kageyama Tobio
To: Hinata Shouyou
Note: These will help you get better. - Envelope: manila, 12''x17'', very thick and heavy
From: Tezuka Kunimitsu
To: Kinjou Shingo
Note: Enclosed - Play without regrets! - Your prompt MUST include a relationship. Platonic relationships are indicated by an "&" between the names (e.g., Riko & Momoi). Non-platonic relationships use "/" (e.g., Riko/Momoi). Please don't say "Any pairing," either.
- Fill prompts by leaving a responding comment to the prompt with your newly-created work. Fillers can get creative with how to interpret the prompt: your fill can be about the character receiving the gift, one or both characters using the gift, what prompted the sender to send the gift—the physical gift itself can even be excluded from your fill. What’s important is that the gift tag is clearly the inspiration for your fill.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If PROMPTING: | If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
PROMPT: TEAM [YOUR SHIP]
| FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many prompts/fills as you want!For prompts: 5 points each (maximum of 50 prompt points per team per round)
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
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PROMPT: TEAM ALDINI TAKUMI/YUKIHIRA SOUMA
no tags except aged up charas maybe? single dad au galore
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CANNOT
BELIEVE
THIS IS TOO MUC H
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FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T
It's a relief when Asahi spots the plastic bag hanging off of his doorknob with a big tanuki tail hanging out of it – as if through God's own intervention, Hitoka's favorite stuffed animal has found its own way home, after two long and miserable days of being AWOL.
“Look who came home, Hitoka-chan,” Asahi coos gently, speaking down into the stroller his daughter is half-heartedly sniffling in. The past forty-eight hours have consisted mainly of Hitoka pausing suddenly in whatever activity she was doing, be it eating, bathing, or playing, looking around with wide eyes, and then whimpering when her favorite toy did not appear to be around.
Now the baby stirs at her father's voice, and Asahi knows the moment she sees the tail, too, because her squeal is immediate, as are the grabby hands. She can't get out of her stroller, but it's okay, because Asahi plucks the toy out of the plastic bag, a vaguely depressed looking tanuki with a green sweatervest that kind of gives him the creeps, and Hitoka snatches it and clings to it desperately, babbling faster than her mouth can keep up with and oozing spit all down her front.
“That's right, Mr. Tanuki came all the way home for you,” Asahi adds in the same pleasant tone, distracted as he feels something else in the bag. He pulls out a tiny board book, with a post-it note stuck on the front:
the stuffed animal was left at our place by accident. the picture book is a present from me and daichi, though. come over again, you oaf. we'll be waiting for you both.
Suga's voice is obvious in the writing, even without his neat signature at the bottom. Asahi tries to ignore the pirouettes in his stomach and unlocks the apartment so he can get happy, babbly Hitoka cleaned up and ready for her nap.
–
Asahi and Hitoka have lived in this building for six months, ever since the adoption went through and the government accepted his application to live in public housing. He was endlessly grateful to Shimizu, a high school friend-turned-social worker who was responsible first for introducing him to Hitoka (then only a week old and too small for that age) and then for guiding him through both application processes. In a matter of weeks, Asahi went from being a twenty-five year old gay librarian with no social life to being a twenty-six year old single father living in a building full of other unconventional families.
Including Sugawara Koushi and Sawamura Daichi, the couple who lived down on the second floor with Daichi's then eleven-month old son, Chikara.
Asahi met Daich first, on the day he and Hitoka moved in. In his rush to get Hitoka in out of the January chill, he nearly crashed her stroller into another's; Asahi had been terrified of the stern, muscular father pushing the other stroller, but Daichi took one look at his face and laughed.
“Is she even three-months old yet? Maybe you should save the reckless driving for when she's a bit bigger.”
(She was, much to Asahi's frustration, already four months old and still small for her age.)
Two hours after that mortifying encounter, Sugawara was knocking on Asahi's door, sheepishly introducing himself and asking if he could come in and meet the teeny tiny baby his boyfriend was gushing about.
“– I can't believe Daichi didn't tell me how much of a hunk her dad was,” Suga, as he insisted on being called, huffed while he helped Asahi set up the crib. “He was totally setting me up to get all flustered and speechless around you!”
Asahi was the one who'd turned flustered and speechless, and continued to feel as such in Suga and Daichi's company thereafter.
–
Once he gets Hitoka settled down in her crib, Asahi grabs his phone and leaves the room to make a call, still holding onto the sneaky present from 'Suga-oji'.
“Suga,” he says immediately after the other's cheerful “Moshi Moshi!”, injecting all of his frustration into his voice in the hopes that any of it gets through. “Her birthday isn't for another three months.”
Suga's laugh tickls his ears as it comes through the phone. “It's a board book, Asahi, not a bouncy castle. I don't need a reason to give her a little gift, do I?”
“You're spoiling her,” Asahi insists, thinking of the cute dress Suga bought last month (“Because Chikara's no good for that kind of thing!) and the tiny hair clips the month before that (“Last time we went to the park another mom mistook her for a boy, Asahi! Accessorize her!”).
“Yeah, well, Hitoka-chan is easier to spoil than her no-nonsense Daddy, who won't even let me buy him an occassional drink.”
“We already like you, Suga, you don't have to buy our friendship.”
Suga groans. “Oh my god, Daichi!” He calls, speaking close enough to the phone to be heard but not talking to Asahi anymore. “We said we'd give him six months to get it on his own, right? It's June now and he's still as dense as a brick!”
Asahi feels a little more offended than he is curious, because whatever it was he was supposed to be getting, it couldn't have been more important than Hitoka. He can't hear Daichi's response, but Suga whines. The phone gets shuffled around, and then it's Daichi's voice in his ear.
“Hey, Asahi. Don't be too hard on Suga, alright? You know we think of Hitoka as our own, the same as Chikara. And that was one of his favorite books when he started getting to the age where he could focus on what we were saying, so I'm the one who picked it up, actually.”
Daichi is slightly harder to be annoyed with, probably because Asahi is still kind of embarrassed by the first impression he made. Asahi does his best, and heaves a sigh.
“We'll graciously accept your gift this time, but nothing else until her birthday. And no bouncy castles!”
Daichi promises, and then remembers he made too much food again, so Asahi and Hitoka have to come down for dinner, no buts, and hangs up before Asahi can get another word in.
–
Asahi dresses Hitoka for dinner in the dress Suga got her because it is really cute, and because he feels a little bad about being so harsh on the phone. Even if it was earned, it's just not in Asahi's nature to channel aggression that way.
Suga opens the door with Chikara clinging to his neck and dangling down his back, and grins as he swiftly exchanges Hitoka for a kiss on Asahi's cheek. He runs back into the apartment with one baby on his back and another against his chest, proclaiming that “This is happiness!” as he spins in a circle to make both children squeal with laughter. Asahi, completely dumbfounded, watches his daughter's face turn red and feels his own do something similar.
Because Suga is a kissy person when he's with the kids, and with Daichi, and lately also with Asahi, but he isn't a kissy, campy kind of person in general, despite the initial impression some people have of him. He's guarded and humble and polite, and Asahi isn't sure when, how, or why he became one of the exceptions.
Chikara is let down onto the couch, and after some prompting from Suga, he runs back to the door to greet Asahi properly. He's almost a year older than Hitoka, and Asahi marvels at how big he is, how much he can do, how much he looks like Daichi – everything about Chikara is precious to him. He remembers what Daichi said about Hitoka over the phone, and it resonates.
“Hi-ji's here!” Chikara called into the apartment, taking Asahi's hand so he can lead him into the kitchen. “Tou-san, Tou-san, Hi-ji's here!”
Daichi's drying his hands off on a dish towel when they get to him, and he smiles and nods at Asahi before turning his attention downwards.
“That's right, he is here. Did you say hello?”
“Yes,” Chikara confirms gravely, because this is a Serious Matter. Asahi smiles indulgently at him, gives his soft black hair a gentle tousle.
“Chikara-kun was very kind to me today and he helped me find Otou-san. Good work.”
Chikara became shy, but leaned into Asahi's hand nonetheless. Daichi nods proudly at his son, and Chikara preens a little more, before he becomes so overwhelmed with his own flustered pride that he runs away giggling back out into the living room.
“I can't say I made anything fancy today, just rice and fish and some gently roasted vegetables. Hitoka eats carrots, right?”
“If they're soft enough,” Asahi confirms, and then he wipes his cheek with his wide palm. “You've done more than enough, Daichi, you and Suga both. I'm sorry if I seem frustrated or ungrateful.”
Daichi presses his finger over Asahi's lips, then smacks his shoulder for good measure. “You're about to put yourself down, I can feel it. Don't do that. I get how hard it is being a single dad, and I only had to do that for two months before Suga and I reconnected. Give yourself a little more credit.”
“Are you chiding Asahi without me?” Suga asks as he comes into the kitchen. “Dai, you know that's my favorite past-time.”
Suga and Daichi share a quick kiss with Hitoka between them, and again Asahi's stomach starts performing acrobatic feats. He finds himself wishing they wouldn't kiss in front of him so often, and it frustrates him because he's not a homophobe, obviously, and it's not as if he's jealous, either.
But Asahi is still relieved when Hitoka starts fussing and reaches for him, and he kisses her soft, fat cheek. It makes him feel a little better, especially when she reaches up and pets his face.
“Good girl,” Daichi praises her kindly. “You're such a sweet girl, taking care of your Daddy like that.”
“Just like I taught her,” Suga adds with a giggle, as he starts making plates for the kids. They're over so often that there's an entire set of tableware meant specifically for Hitoka in their cabinets.
Things are starting to fit together. Asahi has been running away from this epiphany for months but exhaustion is catching up.
The adults 'set the table'. Chikara is at an age where he doesn't like to sit down while he's eating, so he'll allow Daichi to feed him a spoonful or two before he dashes off to play with some toy. When he's swallowed his food and remembers that he's hungry, he comes right back to the table and opens his mouth again. Asahi watches fondly as Daichi runs through the exasperating routine, taking the time to eat while his son is off exercising some freedom.
“Just you wait until Hitoka-chan can walk around the apartment on her own, she'll never stay in place again,” he comments scornfully when he notices Asahi's amusement. Asahi tries not to panic about the inevitable, and it's easy when Hitoka is sitting in his lap, opening her mouth obligingly for little bites of veggies or fish and clinging to her father's shirt all the while.
“If she's anything like Asahi, she's going to be the kind of toddler who is constantly stuck to him,” Suga counters. “I know she's adopted, but it feels like she's got the same personality as you.”
“That would make things a lot easier,” Asahi admits. “I'm already scared of all the difficult girl stuff I'm not going to understand or know how to help her with.”
Suga pauses thoughtfully, and then reaches across the table to take Asahi's hand. “I'm sure that between the three of us, we'll be able to figure something out.”
Asahi felt a knot in his chest. There was no where to run anymore, not with hazel eyes piercing him so. Not when he could feel Daichi gazing over his shoulder to watch while he attempted to feed his son, too.
“When you say 'the three of us', what you mean is...” He trails off, a lump in his throat stealing his voice. Hitoka tugs on his shirt and babbles, and he cuddles her a little closer.
“What we mean is...?” Suga nods emphatically. “Say it, Asahi, for the love of God, PLEASE.”
“Volume,” Daichi mumbles for the benefit of Chikara, who is looking very invested in their conversation suddenly. “Go on, Asahi.”
“...But you're dating each other??”
Suga exhales like a load was taken off of his chest. “You've finally acknowledged it in your own Asahi way. Yes, we are dating each other and very, very much in love, and everything was like a Disney fairytale until you moved in upstairs and suddenly we were Ariel singing to a statue at the beginning of the movie again.”
Daichi wipes Chikara's mouth and then turns to face him properly. “What Suga's saying is, you managed to make whole our relationship without us even realizing it wasn't complete yet. I'm pretty sure Suga actually went to a temple on the day you told us you were gay.”
Suga smacks Daichi and complains that he's a terrible secret keeper. Hitoka is done eating, and fussing because she wants to crawl over to inspect a colorful toy. Asahi is far, far away from these events.
“We know it's not conventional,” Suga says after squeezing his hand. “I mean, really, really unconventional. And we wouldn't ask you to do anything that would put your custody of Hitoka-chan into jeopardy, either. But... if you'll have us, Asahi, we want you.”
And for all of the emotions he's feeling, for the burning in his eyes that warns of impending tears and the way he shifts his hold on Hitoka so she can look out at Daichi and Suga, too, all Asahi can manage to say is, “We... should probably move into someplace bigger.”
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[I really like babies. And AUs where characters have babies. Especially if those babies are also canon characters. And then given a prompt for single dads with my OT3? This prompt was a Siren song and it hooked me. I just hope I did justice to your vision, magnificent OP. And kudos to my team members Kat and Kat for starting the 'Asahi as Yachi's dad' AU.]
Re: FILL: Team Azumane Asahi/Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, T
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i've been so busy with the mr1 stuff and i want to devote time, effort, and attention to a reply that this fill deserves because i love this so so so so so so so much ;_______;
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I WISH I COULD JUST CAPS THIS ENTIRE COMMENT. THAT WAS HOW I FELT WHEN I FIRST READ THIS. I ALREADY TOLD KAT THIS ON TWITTER, BUT I GOT THE NOTIFICATION FOR THIS WHILE I WAS EATING DINNER AND IT TOOK SO MUCH CONTROL AND STRENGTH NOT TO SCREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF MY SCHOOL'S CANTEEN. I FEEL LIKE YOU WOULDN'T APPRECIATE ME RAMBLE-SCREAMING AT YOU FOREVER THOUGH, SO I'LL DESIST.
This was so, so, so good. I loved this so much; you did so much more than I expected! You blew it way out of the park! Your characterization was spot-on. I loved Sugawara's mischievous nature in contrast to Daichi's more grounded one, and how Asahi's more jittery(?) and nervous, gentler disposition meshes so well with that combo. I was particularly fond of the phone conversations because I felt like your characterization shone spectacularly in those bits. The banter was just? Amazing! My vocabulary is small so please forgive me for repeating compliments, but. I loved their banter so much, between AsaDaiSuga, between the adults and the babies, between EVERYONE.
Hitoka and Chikara are just so precious! I wanna squish them and smush their round lil cheeks and spoil them like Suga spoils Hitoka. My heart can only take so much. I thought they were just so GOSH DARN CUTE and then you had the adults play with them and my /soul/ expired and left my body just a husk on this planet. Goodbye. I left because of the feelios this fill gave me.
Your writing style was also really pleasant to read! It flowed really well and was light enough for the atmosphere of this fill, which is really something I envy because I have such a hard time pulling fluff off, nonetheless one as well done as this.
Thank you so, so, so much for this! This is an absolute gem!! I feel really honored to receive something SO GOOD and I just akdjslkfj how am I even forming words right now. Really, thank you.
(I also hope you feel better soon. ;;)
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The banter was so much fun to write! I definitely was able to cast Daichi and Suga into more specific roles because I figured that the responsibility of having a son would make Daichi a more serious person (especially because, and I failed to mention this in the fic, Chikara is his biological son and the relationship that conceived him obviously doesn't exist anymore, so he is more serious about his relationships in order to ensure stability in Chikara's life as he's getting older and more capable of remembering loved ones.) Meanwhile, Suga technically has "no" children, so while he is just as capable and responsible as a caregiver, he has managed to retain a lot more playfulness and even childishness of his own.
And then Asahi is just genuinely himself, even when it's embarrassing or awkward, and that has a charm of it's own for people like Daichi and Suga who are more composed.
Writing babies is absolutely so so much fun for me, like I said, so Hitoka and Chikara's scenes were some of my favorites. I only regret that I didn't get to showcase the relationship between them? Because I totally envision Chikara having this sense of responsibility over Hitoka and showing her how his toys work, even though the adults say she's too little to know how to play with them the way he does. He is a calm child in general so he doesn't distress her the way some other kids at the library do when she goes to work with her Daddy. They are very much like siblings even if they've only known each other a few months!
Because of that last bit I assume you know I've dropped out of the SASO event for the rest of the summer... that said, I'm really glad that I got to write this before that happened, and that this is the last piece I've written, so that this is the legacy I'm leaving behind. I might potentially revisit this universe because there are lots of stories left to tell (like Hitoka's upcoming birthday!), who knows what the future may bring!
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FILL: TEAM KOZUME KENMA/KUROO TETSUROU, G
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“Oh no oh no,” Asahi mutters to himself, rushing in an awkward run-skip-walk off the train platform. The sidewalk is crowded, and his mantra changes to a mumbled stream of “Excuse me, I’m trying to -- excu -- sorry -- sorry, excuse me --” as he shoves his way through the throng.
He’s late. He’s so very late. He’d told Suga he’d be by at five-thirty, six at the latest. It’s pushing eight, now, thanks to a minor emergency at work and a surprise meeting with his boss and a flirty secretary he couldn’t escape from, followed by not one but two breakdowns of public transit (his tax dollars at work, he thinks unkindly).
Finally, he makes it to Sugawara and Daichi’s apartment building, and presses the buzzer.
“Asahi? That you?”
“Yeah. Sorry I’m late.”
“I’d assume you’re breathless with excitement at the thought of seeing me, but you ran here, didn’t you?”
The tinny voice is disapproving, and Asahi winces. He automatically scratches at the back of his neck. The action dislodges what was left of his bun and his hair flops against his shoulders when the elastic gives up with a quiet snap, and he winces again.
Suga’s voice sighs loudly at him through the speaker. “You didn’t have to do that. Well, come on up, then, you big goof.”
Asahi doesn’t manage to reply before the door unlocks with a loud burr of sound, and the entry speakerphone hangs itself up.
Suga and Daichi live on the tenth floor, and Asahi spends the minute-long elevator ride fidgeting anxiously. He’s so, so late, and no matter what Suga says, he’s embarrassed. And frazzled, though, really, that’s been his default state for about a year and a half, now, since his girlfriend -- ex-girlfriend -- had up and left and he’d somehow thought that taking a new job in a new city would be a good idea.
Asahi can barely take care of a plant by himself, he still has no idea what he’s doing trying to care for a tiny human being.
Said tiny human screeches excitedly the minute Asahi enters the apartment, and leaps off of a chair in what is clearly an attempt to give Asahi a heart attack.
There’s a blur of orange and a fast-tempo patter of feet, and then Shouyou wraps himself bodily around Asahi’s leg. He tilts his head back to give Asahi a toothy grin. “Hiya Papa! Guess what we did today! First me’n’Suga-oji went to the park and we played bol… volleyball and it was like fwoosh and hwaaah an’ then I did a spike and it was like busheew an’ did you know Suga-oji is a setter, that means he throws the balls up for the, uh, for the spikers to smack down, and, and --”
“And you need to give your silly Papa a minute to catch his breath,” Suga breaks in, swooping in to give Asahi a kiss on the cheek and a jab to the ribs. Asahi yelps in surprise and Shouyou laughs at him. He doesn’t really mind; it’s Asahi’s favourite sound in the world. But he does lean over to swing Shouyou up into a hug.
“Papa, your hair is tickly,” Shouyou informs him, and Asahi retaliates by scratching his stubbly chin along Shouyou’s baby-smooth cheek. Shouyou shrieks and giggles and accidentally kicks Asahi in the stomach as he squirms. Asahi feels some of the tension fall out of his shoulders and he breathes in Shouyou’s comforting little-boy smell.
“Sounds like you had a good day,” he says. Suga watches from over Shouyou’s shoulder with the smirk that always makes Asahi feel… well, “warm and squirmy,” as Shouyou would put it.
“Yeah!”
“Did you at least let Suga-oji get any work done?” Asahi asks, struck with a sudden worry that doesn’t abate at all when Suga makes a dismissive noise and waves his hand. “Suga…”
“Don’t mind,” Suga insists. “Daichi’s working late this week, I have time to make it up.”
“Can I…”
“Asahi. If you try to offer me money again I am going to kick you in the face.”
Shouyou giggles. Traitor, Asahi thinks. But, he smiles and wonders fervently how he managed to be lucky enough to find friends like Suga and Daichi in the first place, and how much luckier he was to find them again, almost ten years out of high school.
Suga claps his hands. “Well. Shouyou and I have already had dinner --” Asahi feels another all-too-common twinge of guilt “-- so, Asahi. Drink?”
Shouyou wriggles again, his patience for the adults abruptly waning, so Asahi sets him down and waves his hands quickly. “Oh, no, I couldn’t --”
“Let me rephrase that. Asahi.” He grabs Asahi by the shoulders and pushes him into a chair, then pours two glasses of sake from the fridge. “Drink.”
Well. When put that way…
Shouyou is making an appropriate level of noise in the attached sitting area, enough that Asahi isn’t concerned over what he’s doing, but not loud enough to be disruptive, and Asahi watches as Suga regales him with tales of the day. He sips at his drink and contemplates buying a child-sized volleyball kit. That would be fun. He imagines taking Shouyou to volleyball practice and his heart flips.
Suga makes a cooing noise that breaks into Asahi’s thoughts and causes his entire face to turn red.
“Aww. You get the goopiest expressions when you look at him. I should have known you’d be the most embarrassing dad on the planet.”
“Hn,” Asahi says eloquently, sinking further into his chair.
Suga whacks him. “That was a compliment.”
“Your compliments are terrible.”
Shouyou yawns loudly, and he runs across the room to leap into Asahi’s lap and curl up like a kitten. He declares, “Papa, I’m tired now,” and tugs Asahi’s arm insistently for a hug.
Asahi automatically obliges, and looks up at the clock. His heart drops. “Oh no. It’s so late. I should…”
“Stay the night.”
Asahi blinks. “What?”
Suga gets up, taking the empty glasses back into the kitchenette and returning with a severe-looking stuffed anime character and a blanket. Shouyou reaches for the plushie with eager hands, and Suga tucks the blanket around the both of them.
“Oh. I thought we’d lost him,” Asahi says, looking somewhat apprehensively at the plushie. It has a very stern expression. It makes Asahi uncomfortable. Shouyou loves it, for some inexplicable reason.
“Nah, he’s been here since about Tuesday. Really,” Suga insists, when Asahi starts to stammer excuses, “we have a spare room, it’s past both of your bedtimes, and tomorrow’s Saturday.” He addresses the next part to Shouyou. “Whaddaya say, shrimpy? Sleepover?”
“Not shrimpy,” Shouyou mutters, and he bumps his head against Asahi’s jaw in sleepy, misdirected retaliation.
“That’s settled, then,” Suga says brightly, even though as far as Asahi can tell, nothing’s been settled at all. “I’ll make up the extra bed for Shouyou. You can choose which room you want to sleep in.” His voice drops to a purr, and he nips at Asahi’s neck as he goes by.
Asahi jumps and yelps. Shouyou mumbles a complaint. Suga laughs.
Asahi is still considering that when the front door opens and Daichi announces a tired but relieved, “I’m home.”
“Um,” Asahi says eloquently.
Suga pokes his head out from the bedroom. “Hey Daichi! The whole family’s here! We were just getting ready for bed.” The double-meaning to his words is quite clear and Asahi refuses to consider that in too much depth. At least not until Shouyou is asleep.
He also refuses to acknowledge the warm, comfortable feeling that comes from being referred to as the whole family, but, well. There will be plenty of time to think about that later. A whole lifetime.