Itadori's Two Moods

Itadori's two moods

And he is always my baby

Kageyama, trying to open a jar of pickles: FUCKING SHIT LID

Iwaizumi: I wonder where he got that from.

Oikawa: The fucking fridge.

Rintaro watches Kaiya, and nine times out of ten, he's the most through, loving husband and father you could ever ask for. He’s mindful of what he’s doing with his daughter, but still leaves her a small amount of independence that lets her little six year old mind thrive.

But one out of ten, he crumbles. This time, is the one.

Rintaro’s finally splurged money on this game to play with osamu and akagi, and both of them are finally on, so he happily sets up Kaiya next to him while he plays, giving her coloring books and toys to make do with quietly.

When she gets bored with that, she curls up on Rintaro’s lap, tiny hands playing with his hair and hitting him with pillows.

Then, finally, after too much normal… she speaks.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, angelface?"

"Wanna be like you," she says, climbing off the couch and rocking back and forth on her heels. “Wanna look like you daddy…” Rintaro flashes a smile and turns to her, pausing the game and turning to her, leaning forwards to kiss her tiny nose akin to yours.

“Kaiya, you can be anything you want to be,” he says, reaching out to ruffle her hair. “Mommy and the twins are gonna be home soon, so let’s surprise her, okay?”

“Okay daddy!” She squeals excitedly, her feet toddling back down the hall to the playroom. Rintaro chuckles and shakes his head as he unpauses his game, shooting the enemies and doing a terrible job of censoring when he loses.

He barely processes when you get home, only snapping him out of his zone when you kiss his head and he jumps a foot in the air.

“Hey momma,” he says, pausing his game and stretching. “How was the pediatrician?”

“Look dadda!” Sachiko says, showing him her arm which is covered by a my little pony bandaid.

Rintaro blows his eyes wide, “woah! My brave girl!” He reaches up to pinch her cheek playfully, which she giggles from. “How about you Sachie, you got one?”

“Ripped it off in the car,” you chuckle. “Where’s our other terrors?”

“Akito’s playing his games and Kaiya’s playing dress up,” he answers, flashing you a smile. “She wants to be like me.”

Your brows raise playfully, “oh she does, does she? Wants to be a pain in mommy’s butt?”

“Always,” he says, grinning.

You jostle the twins, “come on, let’s go check on sissy!”

“Otay mumma!”

“Yayyyy!”

Rintaro watches as you walk away with the tiny humans, shaking his head and turning back to his game with a smile, satisfied in his fatherly duties and he can’t wait to take pictures with his little mini-me, dressed in his clothes and-

“KAIYAAAA NAAAAAOOOO!”

You scream. Rin’s heart stops.

Immediately, your shriek rocks the house, making Rintaro absolutely leap off the couch, not even bothering to pause his game and making a dash up the stairs to meet you.

He sees the bathroom door open, his tiny twins watching in awe on the floor now while your hands cover your mouth in horror, and akito laughing into his fist having also been roused from his video games. At least he found this amusing.

When Rintaro pokes his head around the corner to see the action, his jaw slacks as his beautiful six year old, his tiny little mini-me and smart little stink-

Has officially cut her hair.

Short.

Just like his.

“Kaiya!” He begins, more in shock than a scold, “what did you do!”

“Wanna look like you daddy!” She cheers happily.

“THATS NOT WHAT I THOUGHT YOU MEANT!”

The two twins waddle into the room to play with the fallen hair from Kaiya’s head, gathering wads of it and trying to pass it to you.

Akito lays a hand on your shoulder, “Ma? You okay?”

Rintaro rubs a hand along your back, “babe…?”

“I leave you… with her… for FIVE. MINUTES!” You scream, and thankfully, it’s met with laughter from the three littlest children in the room. “What-! I don’t even-! When did-! RINTARO-“

“Hey hey, it’s alright!” He says easily, pulling you in for a hug, “it’s just hair baby, it’ll grow back!”

“SHE COULDVE GOTTEN HURT!”

“But she didn’t-“

“Don’t even start defending, Rintaro,” you snarl, and with fury you walk over to Kaiya and scoop her into your arms to inspect her.

Akito claps a hand on Rintaro’s back with a fresh, “good luck,” before turning on his heel to leave the bathroom and let his father be scolded. Rintaro sighs and moves to pick up the twins in his arms, watching you like a scolded child as you check her for injuries.

“I really didn’t know,” he says softly, planting a kiss to Sachie’s hair. “I just thought… she’d play dress up or something. Wear my jersey or something.”

You sigh and fist your hands tightly, “it’s got nothing to do with the actual hair cut, Rin,” you explain. “And you know I don’t care about leaving her for a bit to play video games. But she could’ve gotten so hurt! Where’d she even get scissors!”

Your teeth are gritted together roughly, so tight he wanted to massage your jaw to make it better.

But he’s positive if he touched you, you’d bite him.

“We were doing arts and crafts,” he answers quietly.

You take a deep inhale in through your nose, then slowly release it from your mouth, “come on Kaiya. Show mommy your crafts.” You bounce her slightly with a smile, “daddy’s gotta go stand in time out until he’s 40!”

She giggles while you two leave, leaving him with the twins playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Mumma mad?” Sachie asks.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles.

“Dadda bad?” Sachiko asks.

Once again, he chuckles and plants a kiss to their heads, making them giggle and plop wet kisses on his cheeks, “ohhh yeah…

“He sure is, girls.”

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“aah it’s so cute!! no one steal this from me, okay!” you proclaim jokingly as you push off the rest of the wrapping paper off the cute kuromi squishmallow. although you say it with a laugh and a smile on your face, you genuinely do hope that no one else playing white elephant won’t decide to steal it from you. “katsuki look! so cute, right?”

bakugou nods his head, briefly patting the head of the squishmallow before getting up and picking up a gift from the pile. he’s not as enthusiastic to play but he doesn’t want to get ragged on either for not participating. he unwraps the gift he picked out and frowns when he sees the front of the box. “it’s a fridge?”

“a skincare fridge!” one of the girls corrects him.

“ooh that’s a good one!”

“aw, i could use that!!”

bakugou figures that if no one steals it, he can just pass it on to you. maybe it will help organize your side of the counter space in the bathroom.

it goes down a few more people and there’s only two gifts left in the center. but a hand is pointed your way, people making a small ruckus whenever a ‘steal’ is taking place. although you smile along, you’re actually a little sad to have to give up the squishmallow for just a massage gun.

it’s just a game after all so there’s no need to get any personal feelings involved.

“alright bakugou, you’re up next. you gonna steal or just keep what you got?”

“you kiddin’ me? i’m stealing, gimme that!”

bakugou goes straight to the person who had taken the squishmallow from you, giving them the mini fridge and effectively locking it down from anyone else from stealing it since everyone agreed on the rule of only being able to steal a present twice. the rest of the white elephant continues on, most people having fun and being satisfied with what they received.

“katsuki, gimme her!” you reach for the kuromi only to be playfully pushed back by your boyfriend. “hey!”

“the hell? this is mine, you keep yours!” bakugou holds up the squishmallow over his head, entertained to see you jumping and trying to swipe the plushie from his hand. but he trades you, watching happily hug the new addition you’ll add to the couch while he unboxes the massage gun.

Dragon King/Viking Bakugou waking up from a deep sleep when he hears foot prints in the snow outside of your shared home.

No one in the village has a need to walk this close to your home, especially not this late at night, yet still Katsuki can hear the faint crunch underfoot. His ears strain, fingers grazing over the handle of his battle worn axe as he listens. Anger coursing through his veins, he doesn't recognize the gaite, gently waking you and silently telling you to keep quiet. As much as you hated the blonde you were forced to share furs with there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Not just lust but an understanding that goes without being said.

Your hand slips to your knife hidden between the mattress and the bed causing a scoffing smirk to grace his features. A silent mocking of surprised ya haven't slit my throat yet and he can imagine your reply right away when you shrug your shoulders. Maybe this intruder is a ploy and I'll pounce on the opportunity now.

Despite all that, when Bakugou rises from the bed giving you his back, he knows that if or when you take his life, you'd want it to be obvious.