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It was late in the evening, around seven o' clock, it snowed the entire day. Oda and osamu decided to stay in, the heater was on, warm air blowing through the vents. It kept them warm from the coldness that lingered in the house always during winter.
"Osamu! Go get your bottom in the shower before your other dad gets home. You know how he is whenever you're stinky."
Oda called out from the kitchen, amusement on his face as he waited for the boy to respond.
"I'm never stinky! Dad's just a buttwipe! And I don't want to! I'm playing!"
Little osamu yelled back, his tone was whiny and petulant, he clearly didn't want to go shower just yet. He continued to lay on the rug, on his stomach, playing with his toy soldiers.
A few minutes later and oda came towards the living room, he stood in front of his son with his hands on his hips, an unimpressed look on his face. "I'm not going to ask again kiddo or do you want me to tell dad you're being bad?"
Osamu looked up with a frown, brows furrowed in everything. First of all, he didn't want papa to tell dad that he was being bad, he rather not get scolded and lectured or sent to the corner. Second of all, he better do it now or else oda will do something about it instead.
"Fine, but can I come back after and keep playing?" He mumbled adorably, he pushed himself up from the floor until he was standing. He left his toy soldiers on the rug, not bothering to clean them up if he was going to come back to playing after.
"You can, I'll get you your clothes, just get your butt in the shower." Oda waved him off, the young boy took his leave down the hallway and towards the bathroom just as he asked him too.
The red haired man let out a sigh as he noticed the mess his son left behind, he shook his head before kneeling down to put the toys in the box where they belonged. Once he finished he got back up and went back to finishing the process of making dinner.
Five minutes later after putting the stove on a low setting so the chicken wouldn't burn, he headed to dazai's room and got him his clothes as he promised. A matching pajama set, the shirt was long sleeve, a bunch of sea horses and crabs, then the pajama pants that had the matching design, with some fluffy socks as well and undergarments/underwear.
He knocked on the door first to make odamu was still in the shower before going in there unannounced. Once the boy gave him the okay he went inside and left his clothes on the sink counter. He took his leave afterwards, went to go check on the chicken, the vegetables he was grilling.
Fifteen minutes later, osamu came out of the bathroom, hair damp, dressed in his pajamas, his cheeks red from his warm shower, he looked cozy. In a few minutes from now he would look even more cozy because oda wanted to cuddle with his son.
Oda shut off the stove, covered the food and went to the living room. Ango wasn't home yet so they were going to wait, if osamu was hungry, he of course was allowed to eat whenever he wanted. Anyways, osamu was back to laying on his stomach, on the rug, once again playing with the toys oda put away.
"Hey buddy? Do you want to watch a movie and we can cuddle? Hm?" Oda patted the spot beside him on the couch, he was already reaching over for the fuzzy white blanket hanging off the armchair.
Osamu looked over his shoulder from his toys, he furrowed his brows as he considered his plight. While cuddling sounded incredibly nice and a movie, that would mean he had to stop playing. He looked to his toys and to his papa, his toys then to his papa, he squinted his eyes in a serious manner.
"You can bring your toys, don't worry. Come join me bud. Look, I even have your favorite blanket." Oda lifted the blanket from where he unfolded it and laid it out across his lap and the couch.
Okay now he was convinced. Osamu picked up his toy soldiers and climbed onto the couch, almost immediately the blanket was tucked around him, he was tucked into odas side, all cozy and warm.
Oda was quick to put one of osamu's favorite movie on the tv, big hero 6 in fact, he ruffled his hair and kept an arm wrapped around his shoulders. Every so often he scratched at his scalp, the ministrations were gentle and soothing. It was just a normal night for the two of them.
While dazai played with his toys, oda focused his attention on the movie playing on the tv. Minutes went by, they continued to cuddle, at some point dazai ended up falling asleep against his side. Oda moved himself around until he was laying on his back, he adjusted the boy until he was lying right on top of him.
The blanket covered the both of them, his son's face was buried against his neck, he kept one arm around the small of his back while the other played with his messy locks.
An hour later and ango finally came home from work. The man looked exhausted but happy to be home and be with the two of them. His lover and his brat of a son.
The black haired man stumbled across the two of them passed out on the couch, the tv was playing the credits of a movie he was familiar with. He took a quick picture, a fond smile on his face.
He was trying to figure out whether or not he should wake them up so they could eat together or let them keep sleeping. Ango could tell they stayed up waiting for him to come home so they could eat as a family.
He felt a little guilty even if it wasn't his fault. His boss was demanding just like any other boss.
Since they were sleeping, he took the time to go take a quick shower to get rid of the days events, he was hoping they could have another cuddle session but with him included this time.
By the time he came back to the living room, oda was awake and so was osamu and they weren't on the couch anymore. He wasn't worried because he could hear osamu's voice from the kitchen as well as oda's.
He went to the kitchen, oda was serving plates while osamu was picking at the food on the stove. He did that a lot.
"Hey brat, I missed you tons." Ango muttered with a small smirk, he pulled the young boy into a hug, immediately going to press a kiss to the top of his head. He let go of him, letting the boy go sit down at the table.
"Did he behave well while I was gone? Or was he a little brat? Ango questioned, he wrapped his arms around odas waist from behind. They shared a small smooch, which even then was too much for their son because the boy let out an exaggerated sound of disgust.
Even had the guts to say "right in front of my salad too?" Such a brat they swear even if it made them laugh.
"No, he behaved really good surprisingly for today. Usually it's hard to get him to settle down for a bit but today he was an absolute angel." Oda patted the arm around his waist, a small smile on his face.
"Hey, I always behave good!" Osamu whined from the table, making both of them give him deadpanned looks. Them two and their son both knew that was a lie.
"Uh-huh, say that to that time when you threw your dinner in the trash can because you were mad because we made you clean up after yourself?" Ango muttered, he rolled his eyes as he saw the boy pout and cross his arms. He shook his head in exasperation.
"Enough about things of the past. Let's eat before it gets later."
Both men joined osamu at the table, dinner was calm except for the boy starting a food fight which in turn made his fathers tag team him in response.
The kitchen looked a mess afterwards but it was okay. Ango picked up his son by his waist and carried him to the living room where he soon threw the boy onto the couch. Oda followed right behind, next thing osamu knew, they were tickling the hell out of him. Making him squeal, whine, and laugh until his face was red.
"We'll stop but only if you admit you're a brat." Ango snickered, his fingers were doing his magic on the boys armpits and stomach while oda got his feet.
After a few minutes of being tortured osamu gave up and admitted that he was a brat. He was out of breath from laughing so much, but there was a huge smile on his face.
A couple of seconds later and they were having a cuddling session in their room because osamu wanted to stay with them instead of being left alone in his room. The two lamps on their nightstand were on, keeping the room lited. They tired the boy out terribly.
Next thing they knew, osamu was asleep, now in the dream world, soon to be ready for the next day of fun.