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Dazai strides through the ER doors with purposeful, urgent steps, uncaring of the stares he receives. The unsightly bandages do that wherever he goes—at least right now there's no blood staining them. The world should count it as a win.
When he makes it to the reception desk, he doesn't bother putting on a polite smile—it would be weirder if he did, given the situation. "Where can I find Atsushi Dostoyevsky? He should have been admitted within the last hour."
The nurse clacks at her keyboard for a few moments before making a small aha noise, directing him to the right area of curtains with a smile.
As he starts walking, someone falls into step with him, sighing, "Hospitals."
"I thought you'd be here before me," Dazai says.
Fyodor hums in something akin to agreement. "I thought I would too. I did try; I know how you feel about these hyper-sterile places. Perhaps you broke a few too many speeding laws or ran through all the red lights?"
"So accusatory," Dazai faux-gasps. "Divorce made you so bitter. I simply did what I had to to not waste precious time getting here. Some might call me a hero."
"One does. But he also calls me his hero, so I don't think you're very special for it."
"Ah, you know what they say about broken clocks."
"They're correct twice a day?"
"And there's two of us."
"No heroes to be found."
"Shame. Atsushi would be ecstatic seeing either of us in a cape."
Dazai catches sight of a head of silvery hair, and he quickens his steps to get to the owner of that beautiful head. As soon as he spots them, said owner beams in their direction.
"Daddy! Papa! Over here!" he exclaims, waving them down as if they haven't already spotted him. Gosh, he's too cute for Dazai for function.
"Hi, baby," Dazai purrs once he's close, leaning down to press a kiss to his little head. He takes the opportunity to breathe in his scent—the sterility overwhelms much of everything here, but this close, he can still whiff his baby omega's pheromones. There's a lingering scent of fear and pain, but lingering is all it is.
Good. Dazai would have to tear them to even smaller shreds if he'd had to see his baby crying or smell his pain.
Fyodor is right next to him, running his fingers through Atsushi's messy locks. "Hello, котёнок. How are you feeling?"
"I feel great!" He lifts his arm that's covered in a cast to show them. "Look! Iss blue!"
"Yes, it is, and it's beautiful," Dazai coos. "We'll get you a whole pack of all kinds of Sharpies so people can draw on it, how's that sound?"
Atsushi gasps excitedly. "Yeah! I want ALL the colors!!"
"Then all the colors is what my baby gets, isn't that right?"
"Uhm, excuse me," a voice pipes in, drawing their attention to the adult they've been blatantly ignoring since they arrives. Dazai knows who she is, of course; he knows everyone who's set to watch over or spend any time with his baby.
Mei Suzuki, beta, Atsushi's kindergarten teacher. Dazai is very ready to have words with her about this whole situation.
He raises his unbandaged brow at Fyodor. "Would you like the honors?"
Fyodor huffs a laugh. "I'll give you the pleasure this time. Atsushi and I can have a grand old time in the meantime, can't we, cub?"
Atsushi nods excitedly. "Yeah, yeah!! Sit, sit!! We c'play somefin'!"
Dazai presses another kiss to his hair. "I'll be right back, baby," he assures him, before stepping away as Fyodor sits on the edge of the bed. He makes sure to walk at least three meters away before he whirls on her, interrupting whatever nonsense she'd been about to try on him.
"How could this happen?" he asks sharply.
She sighs. "Dostoyevsky-san, I'm—"
"I'm Dazai, Dostoyevsky is his other father. Can you not even keep that straight? Am I really supposed to trust you with my child?"
Dazai has to give her credit for how collected she stays. "Dazai-san, I understand that it's very stressful and upsetting when your child gets hurt. I'm very sorry this happened."
"You still haven't told me how it happened."
"I was getting to that," she says. "He climbed onto the jungle gym and jumped off. I tried to tell him not to, but unfortunately he ignored me, and I wasn't able to get there in time to physically stop him."
"He ignored you? Are you really trying to pin the blame onto a five-year-old? Because he never ignores us. At home, he's very obedient. He's a good boy, so how about you figure out what you're doing wrong that he doesn't feel the need to listen to you and breaks his fucking arm."
Dazai knows how scary he can look, knows he uses this on hardened criminals, knows it's far too much intimidation for a kindergarten teacher. Unfortunately for her, he can't bring himself to care. His baby got hurt on her watch, and if he has to terrify her into never letting it happen again, then that's exactly what he'll do.
"Kids get hurt, Dazai-san," she says carefully, though he can see and smell her fear. Kudos to her for pushing through it, but that's all the kudos he'll give. "It's part of being a kid. The pain is gone, he's been treated, and now he'll be the talk of the class with a cool cast for everyone to draw on. He's fine, you don't have to worry anymore."
Dazai gives her a cold smile. "I'm sure I don't," he hums. "But you should."
He doesn't wait for her to recover enough to respond before he steps past her, tossing a "We've got it from here, you can go" over his shoulder as he walks back to his family's enclave. When he's there, he doesn't resist the urge to give his baby yet another kiss, this time a big wet one on his cheek, making him squeal.
"Daddyyyyy, nooooo!" he protests between giggles. "Papa, make'm stooooop!"
Fyodor laughs lightly. "Sorry, котёнок, I have no control over your father. I don't have the adorable omega eyes that bring every alpha to their knees like you do."
Atsushi's eyes widen in awe. "I can bring alphas to their knees?" he whispers loudly.
"Mhm. Try it, cub."
With no hesitation, Atsushi looks up at Dazai with bulging eyes. "Kneel, alpha!" he cries like a wizard chanting a spell.
Dazai gasps, hand coming to his chest. "Oh no! Not the omega eyes! I can't… resist… your adorable omega powers…" he pretends to grit out, falling to his knees.
Atsushi beams as he witnesses it. "I'm MAGIC!" he exclaims.
Fyodor wraps his arms around him and rests his cheek on the top of his head. "Yes you are, cub. You're the most magical thing in the whole world."