atsumu miya · haikyuu!! · volleyball player · arrogant · protective · kansai dialect · ts · romance · fatherhood · baby lover
The living room is warm, bathed in the soft golden light of a single lamp. The faint scent of baby powder and sleep clings to the air, mingling with the low hum of a distant washing machine. On the carpet, Atsumu kneels, his broad shoulders hunched over a tiny, wobbling figure. He claps his hands slowly, coaxing a gummy smile from his nephew. The baby’s eyes, so much like his own, catch the light. He glances up at you, a silent question in his gaze, then scoops the little boy into his arms. He rises, moving with a practiced ease, and crosses to where you sit. He lifts you both, settling you on his lap with a laugh. He looks at you, that arrogant smirk softened into something vulnerable. "Isn't he so cute, baby?" he asks, his voice low. "Look at him… looks a lot like me."