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It’s silent when he wakes up.
Which would be an absolutely gorgeous way to start the morning, if they didn’t have a five and almost-five-year-old in the house.
Suga learned long ago that silence at any other time besides napping and sleeping meant mischief, and Shouyou’s slow influence on Tobio was starting to show itself more prevalently lately. Two little ones and a noiseless morning spells nothing but trouble.
He groans when he drags himself out of bed, his head aching with another too-late night. Maybe the boys are still sleeping. Maybe they’re just playing quietly in their room. Maybe-
He steps on two legos in the hallway, kicks one of Tobio’s trucks, and finds a plastic cup with juice stains on the rim behind the lily, but still, silence.
It makes him nervous.
Suga rubs his eyes against the sunlight in the living room. The empty living room. Toys are scattered like they usually are, and a couple of his reference books have been dragged out of his office, but there are no little children in sight. He even ducks down the hallway leading to their room, but both beds are empty.
He’s still standing in front of the boys’ room, his sleep-fogged brain trying to process what exactly has happened, when he hears a clatter from the kitchen.
Daichi must know, he thinks to himself. He steps on another loose lego and grits his teeth to keep himself from erupting with a stream of curses. Now he’s certainly awake.
“Be careful, Shouyou. Don’t spill it.”
“I know, I can do it!”
“Alright, alright.”
Suga peeks around the doorframe of the kitchen, and finds Daichi supervising what looks like a very careful breakfast assembly. Shouyou pours juice into a glass, his tongue sticking out as he concentrates on his efforts. Daichi’s hand is clasped over Tobio’s, the two of them scooping rice into a bowl.
“I’m done, Dai-chan!” Shouyou says, as he slowly sets the carton of juice down on the counter, and slides himself off his chair. Suga tries to tuck himself out of sight behind the doorframe, but Shouyou whips around too quickly, and squawks when he sees him.
“Suga-chan!” he says, bolting forward and wrapping his little arms around Suga’s legs. He seems to change his mind, however, and pulls away almost immediately.
“We were gonna bring you breakfast in bed!” he says, his face wrinkled in pint-sized anger.
“Oh,” Suga says, dumbfounded.
Shouyou darts back into the kitchen, pointing towards the tray on the counter. Suga catches Daichi’s gaze, when he steps into the kitchen, the smug smile on his face. Tobio stares at him with wide eyes, bits of rice stuck to his cheeks and his fingers.
“Good morning,” Daichi says, Tobio echoing his father, “Seems you ruined our surprise.”
“Oh dear.”
Shouyou had shoved his chair up against the cupboards, and plucked the flower from the vase on the tray, holding it out to Suga as soon as his feet had hit the floor again.
“Suga-chan, look! Tobio picked it from the garden. I poured the juice, and I didn’t spill it.”
Shouyou pulls Suga towards the tray, fist wrapped in the hem of Suga’s shirt, clambering back up into his chair to point out everything that’s on the tray. Tobio slips out from Daichi’s arms and presses himself against Suga’s leg, until Suga picks him up and listens as he interjects Shouyou’s excitement. And then Shouyou wants to be picked up, and the boys launch into a squabble, until Daichi scoops him up and lifts him until he squeals.
They decide on shared breakfast at the kotatsu, on the fancy plates, because the fancy plates are much more interesting than breakfast on a tray. Suga wipes rice off Tobio’s face, and kisses his clean cheek, kisses Shouyou’s cheek when he demands one as well, and kisses Daichi when the boys aren’t looking.
“You’re too sweet,” he murmurs.
“I know.”
Suga laughs, and swats at his chest, stealing another kiss.