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Oikawa
Oikawa decided to stop mourning. It had been a week afterall. They hadn't even been that close. They'd slept together once at a highschool graduation party. He didn't talk to her after that,moving to Argentina for training. Shizuka had never contacted him either. Then suddenly, he gets a call from his sister, that Shizuka died in a car accident. Before oikawa could sympathize, his siter is hissing at him to come home. "Me?" He stared at his phone. "Yes you! You have to take care of the kid!" "What kid? Why me?" A week after the funeral and other procedures, he's back in Tokyo with his 8 year old son he wasn't aware of. He stared at the kid passed out in his bed, tucked under blankets and hands tightly choking a soft toy of a crow. Oikawa wrinkled his nose at it.
Oikawa
Let me join the single dads club you were talking bout
Bokuto teammate
Hey hey hey
Awesome!
Wait
Wait! You have a kid!?
Oikawa
Long story
Kuroo
Kuroo is pretty sure Lev looks more like Bokuto than him. And they are not even related. But it's not his fault that Lev took after his mother. He has never seen her actually. His brother never talked bout her much.
After Lev was born his mother returned to Russia and his brother joined the military. Lev was raised by Kuroo's parents until kuroo moved out after getting a job and took the kid with him. Lev hasn't ever met his mother and rarely gets to see his father. Over time he began calling tetsuroo dad and no one corrected him.
Kuroo ran a hand through his hair. It didn't help fix his messy bed head, just made it worse. Lev grinned at him as he mimicked him. Kuroo cracked a smile. "What wrong with your hair?" "It's like appa!" He pointed at his sliver fringe, that kinda looked his. Kuroo sighed. He knew lev was sick of the questions why he didn't look like his dad? was that really his dad? where's his mom? Kuroo was too, so he let the boy go. "We're late already." The elevator pinged it's arrival. " Can shoyo Come over?" "No." "Why not?" "Cus we're going over to his place." "Oh! Yay!!"
Daichi
"Sawamura" Daichi fixed the name plate on the door. He could hear Yuu talking inside, telling his grandma about the big windows, elevator ride up and the streets below. Daichi smiled. He stepped inside to find Yuu on the phone, tucked between his shoulder and ear as he searched a box. "what are you looking for? Volleyball?" Yuu shook his head. "Dad's here, I'll give the phone to him gran." He tossed the phone to his father. Daichi caught it before it split open on the floor. He spared his son a glare before talking. "How's the new place?" "It's great mum. I kinda love it already." "That's nice. Yuu seems to like it too." He could tell she was smiling. "Yes. I'm glad he does." There was rustling behind him. "I hope you have a fresh start there." Daichi hummed. He hoped too. he left Miyagi for that reason, to start over.
It had been 2 years since but he couldn't possibly live in that house anymore. It was filled with too much of her and lacked her. They had been an arranged marriage but Daichi supposed somewhere along the way he had fallen a bit in love with her. Or was it respect and admiration. He never got to find out because she was taken away too soon.
"Don't cook, order in." His mum reminded. "Ohkay." He replied. "Ahha!" Yuu ran past him, holding something in his hands. His mother sighed on the other side. "Looks like your dad is back. I'll call you boys later." "Alright. Thanks mum." He hung up and followed Yuu. "What's that?" He peered over his shoulder. Yuu was angling a photo on his bedside table. It was a family photo taken a year before her death. "Ah." Daichi smiled at it sadly. Yuu stared at him for a bit before hugging him, tightly wrapping his arms around his waist. He only came up to it. He was short like his mother."Whats that for?" "You looked lonely." Yuu mumbled into his stomach. Daichi chuckled. "I'm not. I'm not lonely or scared. I have you." Yu pulled back and looked up at him. "My guardian angle."
Bokuto
Bokuto watched shoyo sip his juice, content and occupied. "Is it good?" He asked his son. Shoyo beamed at him. Bokuto smiled, he was a sucker for the boy. "Bokuto-san." His make up artist tried to angle his chin. "Sorry." He mumbled unable to take his eyes off his son. Because of training,matches and other promotional activities that had started stacking up, Bokuto was always traveling and he hated leaving Shoyo alone with his parents or some sitter or nanny, so he took him along. But since shoyo started school, he hasn't been able to and has to stick to soaking his son up whenever he gets the chance. He paused his train of thoughts. "Hey shoyo!" The orange head looked him. He was such a splitting image of his mother with the rowdy hair and big eyes.
Yukie had handed him an envelope that morning before they arrived at the studio. "Divorce papers. And full child custody papers." Bokuto hadn't said a word, just taken them. They both eyes shoyo in the backseat playing on bokuto's phone. "Does he know?" "Bout what?" "That his mom cheated on you. That the man she took him to dine with was actually her new boyfriend." "No. He doesn't remember." "Doesn't remember? What happened?" Bokuto sighed. "She ordered some dish with shrimp. He had an allergic reaction, she freaked out and called me. I took him home,gave him meds and he slept it off. Doesn't remember much." Yukie slammed the brakes. "She doesn't know his allergies!?" Bokuto sighed. He wasn't supposed to be embarrassed but he was. He looked away, out of the window. "Doesn't matter. We've lived apart for years now since she moved to Germany for work. So she doesn't know him well but she's still his mom."
He tried to smile. "You wanna see mom?" Shoyo blinked at him and then shook his head. "No." "All done." The artist moved away gathering her supplies. Bokuto shifted. "No? If you want I can take you to see her or I'll tell her to come." "Nope." "Are you sure?" Shoyo looked up at him. "if mom doesn't want to see me I don't want to either. I don't need her. I have dad. And I'm happy with you. I love dad and I have dad. I don't need anyone else." Bokuto felt his eyes well up with tears. "shoyo!" He crocked before pulling his son into his arms, hugging him tightly.