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Koga didn’t know what to think of them at first.
They were annoying, for sure. The level of stress he experienced whenever he dealt with them matched the stress level he had whenever Leon had his shoe inside his mouth. Or a rock. Or something deep-fried and unsafe for dogs to eat because Hinata couldn’t stop making Yuta eat worms or dirt or dog toys or shoes. Sometimes they were shoes. Koga could swear there was sometimes spit on his expensive leather boots after a night of staying over at Rei’s.
But what he was trying to say is…! They’re like dogs. Children were like dogs—hyperactive bratty little puppies who would do anything for candy or, in Yuta’s case, a spoonful of tabasco sauce (why?).
Except puppies didn’t have hands. Their paws couldn’t hold a pair of scissors and they definitely couldn’t cut the strings of one of his oh-so-precious guitars. It’s fine now. Koga had to buy them their own instruments so they’d stop messing with his, but it’s fine now.
Or—hey, you know what, scratch that. They were like puppies, but it’s not a bad thing exactly. Koga caught them sleeping on Leon’s bed not once, but twice. That bed was useless, honestly; Leon always slept with him even when he started dating Rei. It just became harder to get rid of the bed after Koga found out that the twins used it. Now, it’s just there, sitting and collecting dust in his room, waiting for someone to use it again.
The Aoi twins may be annoying and had rocks as lunch on a daily basis, but they were not unexpected. Not to Koga, at least. Koga knew the kind of relationship he was getting into one drunken night at a hotel, seeing a picture of two ginger brothers tucked in Rei’s wallet while he was retrieving the necessities for their activity. It wasn’t really surprising—Rei was gorgeous and has the hot, single DILFs in your area! vibe that Koga didn’t know he was into until that night so he knew he was getting into it with a father of two. His only concern was about where it was placed because seriously, who the fuck hides condoms and packets of lube in the same wallet as his kids’ pictures?
They didn’t talk about it that night. Koga, being the gentleman he was despite his rock ‘n roller personality, escorted Rei home the morning after and personally met the two children. Twin pairs of emerald looked up at him with curiosity and focus as he cane up with a believable and age-appropriate excuse about their father’s condition.
Rei said that it was stupid. Koga thought of himself as a genius and told him to play along if he didn’t want his kids to know the real reason why he was limping.
And the twins, being young and stupid and oblivious that they’d actually believe a go-kart would crash into their father because of his own stupidity, shrugged it off and let them in.
But the thing was, they were a family. A surgeon by day, stripper by night, and bar singer whenever people needed him to for a father, a certified worm eater with an affinity for sweets and cats for a son, a tabasco sauce addict who was a natural at making Hinata to not eat those worms for a second son. A pack of weirdos who all loved playing instruments and singing and eating Koga’s homecooked meals and rummaging through Koga’s drawers, but a tight-knit pack of weirdos nevertheless.
Koga was the one barging into this pack of weirdos. It was important for him to consider everyone’s opinions before making a decision that affected them all.
So, one evening while Rei was out singing to a drunk bar audience (he invited Koga, but he refused because… well, you’ll see), Koga sat down at the dining table. Yuta chucked his carrots at him and whined about cannibalism, and Hinata did the same. It was annoying, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to say alright, whoever won’t eat his damn veggies is an even more loser than someone who loses at Uno, and they began to eat their veggies. It was awesome. He felt powerful. He could use their shitty toddler pride against themselves and make them eat their vegetables.
But he didn’t come here to boast about his winning streak of 13. Even though he desperately wanted to.
Koga cleared his throat, looked around hesitantly, and took a deep breath. “Hinata, Yuta. Whaddya think of me proposin’ to yer father?”