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❝ OIKAWA TOORU ❞
child ' s name : Touya Oikawa ( my naming sucks )
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"Y/N-CHAN!!"
My God, Tooru!" You hissed, averting your gaze from the washing machine. "It's just 6 in the morning, tone down your voice!"
"GOOD MORNING—"
You slapped him on the shoulder. "I said lower your voice! You'll wake up Touya again!"
Tooru, your husband for four years, whined before placing his chin above your shoulder and sliding his arms around your waist. His breaths hit your neck, a short, warm breeze of air that was enough to send chills up to your spine.
Your cheeks automatically warmed. This kind of action, his way of showing his affection, you'll never get used to this. Even if you're already four years married; the way he calls your name, the way he kisses your lips, the way he touches you; everything feels like the first time.
"Where's my good morning kiss?"
He whispered as you opened a new powdered soap pack, pouring it above the water inside the machine.
"You'll get it once you learned to stop shouting at early in the morning."
"EHHH?!" He yelled, making you stare at him in annoyance. "I JUST WANT TO—"
"M-Mommy..."
The both of you peeked from the kitchen, only to see your little kid standing in the living room with his cute, starry onesie given by his favorite Uncle Iwaizumi. Touya clutched his alien-like pillow above his chest as he looked around his surroundings. I am pretty sure his mind is still in a haze, and now thinking that he's somewhere in outer space with aliens flying around him.
