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glimpses of the future (part 2)

word count: 927 a series of connected kuroken omegaverse oneshots

"tetsurou, they're coming!"

"i can't find my keys!"

"hurry!"

"who's coming, momma?"

kenma looked down at the kid sitting in his lap playing a child's video game. "aki, do you remember you once met a really energetic man with orange hair when you were very little, and i told you that was your uncle shoyo?"

the kid nodded.

"well, he and his husband tobio are coming to see mizuki for the first time. your father's going to the train station to get them."

akira looked up at kenma, eyes wide. "i don't have to talk to him, do i? he's too loud."

kenma didn't mind in the slightest that his son didn't want to have a conversation with his friend. he knew how overwhelming shoyo could be the first several meetings. "it would be nice if you at least greeted him, then you can let your brother do the talking. do you think you can do that for me?"

akira nodded slowly. "i think i can do that."

kenma caressed his hair and kissed his head. "thanks, honey."

the child perked up. "can i see her? mizuki?"

"as long as you don't wake her."

"don't worry, i won't!"

taking his son's hand, kenma got up and went to his room, where he'd made a nest for his daughter. they walked over and akira stood on the tips of his toes. when he couldn't see over the edge of the bed, he looked at kenma, silently asking to be picked up.

"be careful," kenma whispered. he helped akira onto the bed and smiled as he hugged his sister gently. the boy's face lit up when mizuki shifted closer to him in her sleep.

kenma watched for a few moments before leaving the room. he went to find his other son and make sure his husband had already left to pick up his friend. upon finding tadashi coloring in his room, kenma laid on the floor next to him, deciding not to fuss about having to step over scattered half-eaten crayons.

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the blonde turned his gaming chair towards the door as it opened. "what's up?"

tadashi poked his head through the doorway. "i'm dragging akira to a party, and mizuki's asking me to drop her off at a friend's sleepover."

"tell mizuki not to eat too many cookies, and i better not get a call from the school tomorrow saying either one of you is hungover, go it?" kenma responded.

"okay. love you, bye!"

"yeah, yeah, love you, too, kid." kenma turned back around to find his stream's chat blowing up. many of the comments were asking to see tadashi or wondering how he was.

"uh, tadashi's doing good, and so are akira and mizuki." he paused to read more. "yes, tetsurou is also doing well. i'd ask him to come in, but he's not home yet."

something told kenma his viewers were no longer interested in watching him play video games, so he closed the game he was playing and left his viewers looking at the aesthetic skyline photo he had as his computer's wallpaper.

"how old are my kids? the twins turned 17 4 months ago, and mizuki turned 12 a month before that.

"someone asked what i do for their birthdays. whatever they'd like, really. all 3 of them are responsible enough to go hang out with their friends by themselves; they don't need their mom throwing a birthday party with cake and games. i don't even get them presents. they can get whatever they want, as long as they're deserving, of course, any time of year."

kenma scrolled through more comments. "'are you sure you're not spoiling them?' so what if i am? they're good kids. there's rarely a reason for me to say no, and if i do, they don't complain.

"'how are you such a good parent? your kids adore you.' yeah, see the crazy thing is, when you actually trust and listen to your kids, they'll do the same thing back. who would've thought? it's almost like that's how the world works.

"'what was it like having kids so young?'" kenma paused. he'd been 17, the twins' age, when he'd given birth to them. now he was 34, world-famous, and with his own company. "i wouldn't say it was extremely difficult, but it was easy, either. tetsurou... he was in college, and i--"

he stopped. he didn't feel comfortable sharing his family's hardships with the world. "anyway, we got through it, and we're all very happy."

he subtly moved his mouse so that the cursor on screen hovered over the "end livestream" button, unbeknownst to his viewers.

"'kodzuken, are you home alone?' uh, that's a very creepy question. i'll have you know that i have security details all over the building, so good luck getting in.

"'kenma, marry me!'" he lifted the back of his left hand to the camera. "no, thanks. i'm good."

kenma pretended to be worried about the time. "oh, guys, i have cats to feed. tetsurou, will be home soon, anyway, so i have to go make some dinner. bye everyone.:

quick, before anyone had time to react, kenma ended the stream and sighed. he loved his fans, but they could become overwhelming once they set their mind on interrogating.

looking at the time, again, and considering how long it took for his husband to get home, kenma decided to order delivery instead of cooking. it would take an absurd amount of time to feed only 2 people.

while dinner arrived, he really did have cats to feed.

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