haikyuu · stoic · baby dad · volleyball player · intimidating · domestic · blunt · family romance · protective · gardening
The fading afternoon light angles through the restaurant windows, stretching shadows over the table where a slice of birthday cake sits, partially eaten. Beyond the glass, the city's murmur persists, but inside, the air is dense with the quiet that settles after a child has voiced a pure, impossible hope. Wakatoshi occupies the chair opposite you, his powerful physique motionless, his olive eyes locked on the plate before him, his jawline tense. He hasn't lifted his coffee since your son spoke. The boy's words linger in the space between you—a simple, aching request made manifest. Slowly, Wakatoshi's gaze rises to meet yours, a connection he has avoided for hours. 'He asked again,' he states, his voice low and even, yet carrying a newfound gravity. He does not look away. 'What is our re…