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Dad!HQ x Valentine’s Day and White Day

Characters: Osamu, Bokuto, Sakusa

wc: 2k

special thanks to the I tried-🌱 server and especially @bokkunkai for helping me ramble out my ideas for this one! part 2 featuring akaashi and tsukki with teenage daughters coming soon!

It’s Valentine’s Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…

Miya Osamu is cooking with his daughter in the morning. His little sous-chef is creating a masterpiece with his help – although, if doesn’t turn out as well as he usually makes it, he won’t be too upset. After all, his daughter has no one else to cook for, really, besides someone it Osamu’s immediate vicinity.

Sure, sometimes it’s for Akaashi-san or the MSBY team, but Osamu is always there. He will always eat her food and provide honest, positive feedback.

Hanako carefully packs everything into a bento box. The tamago is perfectly seasoned, if crookedly rolled. He’s helped her cut the little hotdogs into octopuses. The tangerine is arranged so the peeled slices form flower petals. The rice is shaped like little bear heads, and the kaarage is perfect (he’s already eaten one as a sample. He cooked that part, anyway, since Hanako is still too little to manage herself around that much oil).

She places both small hands on her hips, beaming proudly at her creation. “Thanks, Dad!”

Osamu closes the box for her, picking out a small piece of kaarage to eat right beforehand.

The indignant shout almost makes him drop his prize. Fumbling to keep the kaarage off the floor, he whirls around to face her. “Sweetie, what?”

With a pout that reminds him unfortunately of Atsumu, she says, “You can’t eat that, Dad. It’s not for you!”

“It’s… It’s not…?”

The fabric of the world tears. Not for him? In what alternate timeline would that ever be true?

You walk into the kitchen then, dressed and ready for work. Hanako tugs at your shirt. “Mom! Dad ate Suna-kun’s bento!” The distress in her voice is very real. Unfortunately real. Tragically real.

Osamu isn’t sure he’s alive. Is this a dream. “Suna-kun? Like, Suna Taichi? Son of Suna Rintaro?”

“Yes!” Hanako groans. “It’s my Valentine’s Day gift! And you ruined it!”

You glance between your daughter and your husband, both distraught in wildly different ways. “Samu, honey, why don’t you get ready for work? Hana-chan, I’m sure it’s not that bad. Let me see?”

Osamu stalks off, throwing his apron over a chair on his way to the bedroom. He’s muttering something under his breath, but he can take care of himself. More to the point is Hanako, glaring at the little bento box. “Hana-chan, did you thank your dad yet? He woke up early to help you, right?”

“But he-“

“Hana-chan.”

After Hanako makes it halfway to school, parting ways to finish the journey with her classmates from the neighborhood, you wander back into your room to check on your husband. He’s thrown backward across the bed with one burly arm thrown over his eyes like a Victorian lady.

“Samu?”

He grunts, not changing his posture at all.

“Hanako left me something for you.”

“Don’t want it.”

“Samu.”

“She hates me.”

“Samu.”

Finally, he lifts his arm, pulling himself to a sitting position. “What?”

You hold out the pile of flowers she’d picked until the corner where you parted ways. It’s a ragged pile, and not very elaborate. The color scheme is nonexistent, but it’s enough.

As Osamu takes them from your hands, his eyes water just a little. “She’s sorry for yelling at you. She’ll say it herself when she comes home, but these are for you. She spent a long time picking out the best ones.”

Onigiri Miya opens late that day, as Miya Osamu needs a few hours to collect himself.

Bokuto Koutaro is walking home with his son after school. Sora-kun’s tiny backpack is on one arm, Bokuto’s whole bicep taking up the space within the strap. Sora is holding his other hand, animatedly talking about his plans for the evening and swinging their arms as violently as his little self can.

“Dad, do you think they’ll like my present?” Sora asks. He’s a little heart-breaker already, with three valentines on his first time celebrating the holiday. “I didn’t wait for White Day, because I don’t think I can.”

Bokuto grins. “They’ll love it, bud.”

Sora returns the face-splitting smile his dad imparts on him.

“Who’s your favorite?” he asks. “Out of your three girlfriends.” Perhaps he shouldn’t encourage this behavior, but Sora doesn’t mean anything by it at this age. Besides, the three girls are fully aware of each other, often having battles that fly right over little Sora’s head. Sora is a little… absorbed in his own interests, and the girls love him for it. Bokuto thinks it’s funny to watch.

Especially their dads.

“Agashee-chan knows a lot about bugs,” Sora says seriously, like this is a very important factor to choosing your valentine. To Sora, it probably is, considering his plan for the day is to gift each girl one of the bugs he caught last week. “But Tsukishima-chan knows a lot about dinosaurs.” After a moment, he concedes, “I don’t know a lot about dinosaurs. Their names are too hard.”

Bokuto hums. “What about Kuroo-chan?” Kuroo-chan has the funniest dad, he can say that much. The anguish on Kuroo’s face every time his precious daughter pines after Sora is a sight Bokuto will never get tired of. Tsukki’s face comes in a close second.

“Kuroo-chan is pretty. She knows a lot of scary stories.”

“Oya?” Three girls, and only one got the denotation of pretty. Interesting. “Did she tell you a good one last time?”

“Yeah!” Sora jumps over a crack in the sidewalk like it’s a river. Bokuto’s arm gets pulled a little by the sudden movement, but it’s nothing he can’t handle. “She said something about someone getting chopped up. And I said, ‘Like a rotisserie chicken?’ She said exactly like that.”

Bokuto grimaces. Kuroo’s daughter… She scares Bokuto a little bit. She’s much smarter than her dad was at this age, according to the stories he hears about her circumventing every child-lock on the TV to watch true crime shows. “A rotisserie chicken,” he mumbles.

“Dad! Dad!” Sora stops walking and turns to face his dad, never letting go of his hand. “Can we have rotisserie chicken for dinner?”

They do not have rotisserie for dinner. The gym 3 wives had cooked up a feast already, and rotisserie chicken was not part of their carefully planned menu.

Sora-kun and his girlfriends are occupied in the living room, where Sora is selecting which bug to give to which girl. Akaashi’s oldest daughter is on the couch scrolling through her phone, occasionally glancing at the little terrors to make sure they don’t break anything while the adults are trying to have their romantic dinner.

From what he can tell, Sora has done his job, and is now talking animatedly to Akaashi’s youngest daughter. Kuroo and Tsukishima’s daughters look on, lost.

“She knows a lot about murder,” Tetsurou muses beside him, “but bugs make her a little squeamish.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. Look at her, trying to find some way to fit in.” Kuroo chuckles. “Still don’t know what’s so good about that Sora kid.”

“HEY!” Bokuto pushes his friend. “That’s my kid.”

“Exactly,” Tsukishima adds. “Exactly.”

Reverting to the only thing he knows, Bokuto whines, “Agasheeee!”

Akaashi pushes his glasses up his nose. “I rest my case, Bokuto-san.”

It’s White Day, and in the world of dad!Haikyuu…

Sakusa Kiyoomi is having the worst day of his life.

He brought Kyosuke with him to shop for White Day gifts for you, so why did he pay for two sets of trinkets?

Back home, he poured himself a little bit of wine (not too much; too early in the day for that), and gave Kyo-kun a glass of apple juice. “So…” he starts awkwardly. Kyosuke looks at him with eyes too pure for this world. They’re still so strange on his face, since the rest of his features look exactly like Kiyoomi. Kyosuke has none of the world-weariness, though. None of the virulent distaste for other people. Kiyoomi taps at his wine glass, tugging at his turtleneck in a vain attempt to loosen the collar. “Tell me about who you bought these for.”

“Okay!” Kyosuke takes a long sip from his cup, and Kiyoomi wonders if the kid is ever going to start talking. “She’s really pretty.”

“You think everyone is pretty,” Kiyoomi points out.

“She has a pet snake.”

“Oh?” Kiyoomi adjusts his posture, trying his best not to let his son see the slight discomfort this comment elicits. He knows someone with a pet snake, and it’s Atsumu. The coincidence is unhappy.

“Yeah! She also has these really cute hairclips! I like looking at them. She matches them with her clothes every day.”

“Hm. What’s her name?”

Kyosuke smiles. “Miya-san!”

Kiyoomi’s heart stops. He does his very best to stop the scowl from taking over his face, but he’s not sure he’s doing a very good job at it. “Do you mean Miya Atsumu’s daughter?” Please say no, please say no, I KNEW something was off when you said ‘pet snake.’

His son tips his head, curls falling askew. “Yeah? Do you know another Miya-san in my school? Because I don’t. She promised to get me a special onigiri from that restaurant you like!”

“That’s nice, Kyo-kun.”

“Dad, are you okay? You look sick. Are you drunk?”

“I… Think I need to take a nap. Can you clean up for me?”

“Sure!” Kyosuke grabs hold of both cups, walking away to put them in the sink.

“Atsumu.”

“Omi-omi! What’s up?” Right after the question, Atsumu yells at someone else in the room with him.

Sighing, Kiyoomi tightens his hold on the phone. “Atsumu.”

“Yeah, what?”

“Did your daughter give someone something for Valentine’s Day last month?”

“Hah? That teddy bear and card your son took home was from Emi-chan. You didn’t know?”

Kiyoomi didn’t know. When you came back with Kyosuke and his prize stash, he hadn’t bothered to ask who they were from. He was having enough of a crisis over the fact that his son was getting Valentine’s Day gifts at all, and had to go take a run. Apart from that, he forcefully pushed everything else related to his son’s Valentine’s Day out of mind.

“You know what?” he tells his setter through the phone. “I hate you.”

“Omi-omi! What are you talking about?” Atsumu laughs nervously.

“Kyo-kun just made me buy White Day gifts to give to Emi-chan.”

“Aw! That’s adorable.”

“It’s horrible.”

“Young love, Omi. Come on, you had crushes when you were younger. ‘M sure Itachiyama had really pretty girls.”

“Kyo-kun just learned how to walk,” Kiyoomi snaps. “He’s too young for love.”

Atsumu pauses. “Kyo-kun took his first steps almost six years ago, Omi.”

Kiyoomi hangs up, burrowing into his sheets to take a nap.

This cannot be happening.

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