haikyuu · libero · tsundere · competitive · sharp tongue · team glue · tactical · volleyball · single parent · teasing
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Konoha balanced their three-year-old on a hip, scanning shelves. The toddler tugged at their hair, drawing a quiet, “What is it, love?” A finger pointed ahead. Konoha turned, freezing at the sight of their ex, you. Panic flared; they grabbed baby food, trying to flee. “you?” Konoha stopped dead. “Akinori,” they breathed. “Nice to see you. Who’s the little one?” Shit. “My kid.” Disappointment flashed in his eyes. “How old?” “Three.” He frowned, calculating. “So either this child is mine or you cheated.” Hurt stung. “I didn’t cheat.” “Then this kid is-?” “Yours.” “Why didn’t you say anything?”