#instyle drabbles

➽ [ 12:18 PM ]

it was unexpected when you had found out you were pregnant. even more unexpected when your boyfriend kenma agreed to help raise the baby. despite living apart at the moment, the two of you had a baby girl, just shy of seven months now. it wasn’t that you two were broken up or you didn’t want to live together, it was just difficult finding a house that could fit you three and afford with both incomes. at the moment, your daughter stayed between houses every few weeks, mainly at yours but this weekend she was with kenma.

you clicked away through your files on your laptop as you glanced at the house site tab every so often. letting out a sigh, as you go to call your boyfriend, he was already calling you on discord on his pc.

“hi bubs,” you smile at your boyfriend on the computer screen. “and hi pumpkin.” greeting your daughter, who was gnawing on kenma’s hoodie strings as she lay flush against his shoulder. her hands barely wave as she sniffles and chews. her hair is messily done pigtails, one drooping more than the other.

“love,” he sighs, playing with her fingers as he bounces her on his leg. “can you come get her?”

“why? what’s wrong?” you tilt your head. “was she crying?”

“i- yeah but i- she wouldn’t stop crying today,” kenma pinches the bridge of his nose. your daughter looks up at him, gripping his hoodie to get his attention. “and she pooped all over the bed so i don’t know what to do or why she doesn’t feel good.”

“she’s probably teething, that’s why she’s biting your clothes,” you gesture. she turns slightly to the screen, whispering small noises as she looks at you. “she chews on my hand when she goes to bed because her pacifier isn’t enough for her.”

“oh,” he looks at your daughter in defeat. you watch as he carefully pulls up her lips to expose four teeth creeping up in the front. she winces as he counts the teeth with the pads of his fingers. “she has four now.”

“four!? she’s growing up too fast. she had three last week,” you pout. “if she’s still hurting, rub her gums and if it’s too much for her, you can give her the tylenol in her bag.”

“well, me and stinkie are gonna go take a bath,” he says lifting her up, making her giggle at the motion. she reaches for his face, grinning down at her dad. “say bye to mama.”

she opens and closes her hand towards the screen, babbling softly. “bye bubby, bye pumpkin. mwah, mwah, i’ll come over tonight so i can sleep over m'kay?”

the call ends and kenma looks at his daughter as she drools down her onesie. “okay stinkers, you do need a bath.” he carries her to the bedroom, setting her down on the middle of the bed.

“baba?” she babbled. she pats her hands below her as she watched kenma place down new clothes and a fresh diaper. she picks up the items, giggling as bath time is her favorite.

“yes, baby, babas,” he agrees. “hopefully, mama and i can live together soon so i don’t need to call her every time you cry.” he squishes her cheek softly as she looks at him in awe. he lays beside her momentarily as she crawls over to him.

she reaches up to tug his hair, her way of asking for kisses. kenma lifts her up and peppers her face with kisses, pulling away only for her to lean into his cheek. she nibbles and drools onto him, making him cringe at the feeling. “okay stinkie, now we both are going babas, you gremlin.”

katsu is like my favorite ship name for my self ship so,, here’s a mini drabble to celebrate my birthday

content: self-ship (kay x atsumu), mahal/mahal ko (love or my love in tagalog), yes i am a barber irl

“baby, bunny, my life, my angel,” atsumu drags on wrapping his hands around her waist. “mahal ko, you know i love you?”

“what do you want?” she rolls her eyes as she organized the cabinet plates.

“can ya cut my hair please?” he whispers. he nuzzles his head into her neck, pecking small kisses in a line down to her shoulders.

“atsumu,” kay groaned at him, moving away from the kitchen. he huffs in response as he watches his wife reject him.

“baby please,” he begged. “i know ya said ya don’t cut sundays but i desperately need a haircut.”

“so go to a barbershop, have them cut your hair,” she chuckled. she picks up the sprawled blankets off the cushions to begin folding them.

“but i like the way you cut my hair and yer my barber. ya tell me i can’t cheat on my barber, which is my beautiful wonderful wife,” atsumu trailed behind, pecking her cheek afterward. “please i’ll buy ya a new bag.”

“i don’t need a bag,” she pokes. “sundays are my rest days, the shop is so busy and i don’t want to cut.”

“what if i got ya a new stuffie?” she shakes her head at her fiancé before seating herself on the couch. “bunny, i’ll do anything for ya to cut my hair, look at how ugly it looks.

"hey, i like when your hair is ugly,” she teased, combing through his outgrown hair. the strands of his undercut had grown in ever since there was a two week break. kay brushed through his long hair, ignoring his pleads.

“mahal,” he was now kneeling in front of her. his hands rest on her lap as he tries his hardest to make puppy dog eyes as a grown man. “i have an interview tomorrow and i-”

“wanna look nice? i know because you ask me every time right when you have an interview. ill fix your roots next week okay?” she groans. she throws her head back while still playing with his hair. kay hates when people ask last minute to get cut, but nontheless, she agreed. “you owe me a massage.”

“thank you, thank you,” he says between kisses. the two walked towards the makeshift barbershop station in the garage.

“yeah, yeah but no trying to kiss me while i cut your hair,” she scolds. but of course, he did try to sneak kisses during the cut.

kay brushed out the blond strands before clipping them up to get more access. atsumu, who was facing the mirror, watched how focused she had gotten. debulking, guideline, blend out, all the thoughts were going through her head, despite her husband trying to give her affection.

after a quick trim on top, she dusted off the micro hairs and undrapes him. atsumu admired his haircut in the mirror while kay brushed off the hair off her clippers. “ya always amaze,” he smiled. he dips down pecking her cheek before helping clean up.

“yeah yeah,” she puts away her tools and combs while atsumu swept up the cut hair off the floor. kay’s phone buzzes on the table, catching atsumu’s attention. “who’s texting?”

“…bokkun…he’s asking for a haircut too…” he says meekly looking at the phone. kay groans, pulling her tools back out to set up once more. “thank you baby, i know ya wanna rest on your day off and our interview landed on the worse day.”

“i’m not mad i’m cutting on my day off baby,” she walked over to cup her husband’s cheeks. “i’m mad you guys get your cuts last minute.” she pinches his cheeks as if he were a small child in trouble.

“ow- ow!” he whines. his hands land on her waist as he huffed with his sore cheeks. “i’ll tell bokkun that he can come over. after, i’ll give ya that massage i owe ya and some cuddles for being an amazing, most wonderful, talented, beautiful wife.” he picks her off the ground squishing her cheek against his, hugging her like a baby and their favorite bear.

“okay okay! put me down,” she giggled.

“i love ya mahal,” he dipped down, planting his lips against hers.

“i love you too,” she responded. “but if you guys ask again for a last-minute cut on my day off, im shaving your head bald.”