AU: Single(?) Parent
Requested
Tags/Warnings: Fem!reader, Time-skip Spoilers, just a short fluff
Word Count: 1k
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"Ah, tiny man! Hey, hey, hey, over here."
As Naoko's grin opened and he ran off towards the center of the large gym where a group of men stood chugging back on their water, you sent a harsh jab into Akaashi's side with your elbow. The man grimaced slightly.
"You didn't tell me you knew professionals! How am I supposed to one-up this for his birthday?" Naoko, busy chatting with his newfound friends, couldn't hear you berate the man he admired.
"Tell him it's a joint gift, he won't think anything of it."
"Damn you Keiji, I'm his mother!"
"And I'm his—"
"Akaashi! Set for me!"
You snapped your head over to the buff volleyball player that currently had his arms wrapped around your giggling son, swinging him in circles as his teammates gathered in a circle, wanting to be the one to give the boy more height next.
"Bokuto, let Naoko try and give you a set."
"This shrimp?"
From the corner of your eye, you could see the red-head of the group pout up to his taller counterpart, opening his mouth to say something only to get interrupted by another member of the team.
"Already trying to replace me?" the bleached haired one said, dropping his water as he placed a hand on your son's shoulder.
Bokuto set Naoko down as the gym doors opened behind you, revealing a few families and people as cautiously walked in.
You gave Akaashi a look, brow pushing up in surprise. "What's this anyway?"
"Annual family gathering. The team is allowed to invite a few people to play, though it's typically the kids and teens that participate as the parents talk."
Following his words, as the adults greeted and thanked the individual members, the younger guests were already picking up balls and smacking them into the polished gym floor. You followed the group to the sides.
"So how did we get invited?"
Akaashi smiled. "Bokuto's family, though very supportive, aren't the sporty-social type. I typically get invited, so I pulled in a favour." He waved to one of the older fathers in the group, ushering him over as his son —about the same age as Naoko— ran away to join the active group. "Ah Shugo, it's been a while."
"Nice to see you too, Akaashi. Who's this?"
Before spouting out your name, Akaashi turned to you and gestured to the older man. "(Y/N) this is Shugo Yutaka, he's the older brother of the captain, Shugo Meian. Shugo, this is (L/N)(Y/N). My—"
"Pleasure to meet you," the older Shugo interrupted with a bow before sidestepping to give you a clear view of all the players tossing a ball around. With an open palm and a slight angle in his stance to get the right view, he pointed to the group where Bokuto, and who you knew to be Hinata, were playing with the younger kids. With an accurate line he pointed out your son in the small crowd, who was smiling at a familiar boy that stood next to him. "(L/N), does that happen to be your son?"
You nodded as the three of you took a seat at the side of the large gym. "Ah, yes, his name is Naoko."
Between the two men, your group watched all the kids play and learn skills from the professional players. You watched as Naoko set the ball up to his new friend who hit it into the floor and gained excited cheers from the two wing-spikers.
"My boy's name is Daido, takes after his uncle."
Akaashi spoke up, reaching an arm across your shoulder to get in closer to the conversation. You leaned back against the heavily folding table to give him some more space. He gave you a gentle grin and took your nearest hand in his. "Does he play outside of school?"
"He did," Shugo replied, flipping his phone in his hand. "We moved in closer to the city for my partners work, so he hasn't been on a team for a couple weeks."
You watched the two boys within the small group as they tried to keep the ball high in the air for an extended amount of time. "Naoko's team will let players join practices as a tryout period. Maybe you could consider that."
Shugo gave you a surprised, almost unsure look as his lips parted. "I'll give him the option."
No one stopped playing until the food arrived, hot and spread along the tables for everyone to go at like a buffet. You moved to the food table grabbing a trilogy of plates to start piling the available food onto. Hinata and Bokuto appeared on either of your sides, shuffling slabs of freshly grilled meat into their mouths with the available wood chopsticks. You chuckled as you continued to prep your plates.
"Dad! Did you get me food?" Running over hand in hand were the two boys, Naoko and Daido, panting happily as they sprinted over.
Naoko looked over to his new friend and the spiky-haired man he was being directed towards. His eyes scanned the crowd, looking for your familiar face and hair among them but couldn't catch any sight of you. Looking back to where the older Shugo stood with Akaashi, he spouted the first words that came to mind.
"Dad! Where's Mama?!"
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I forgot how old Naoko is supposed to be.... Oops.
Also, as some of you might have been able to tell, we've changed our schedule a bit, I will continue to write my scheduled oneshots as normal and post them every other week, and Kiwi is going to write during break weeks and well post like normal afterwards, it's a bit confusing, but it'll make sense.
So if Kiwi is writing your request... sorry you'll have to wait a bit longer for now - Bacon
Sorry! I promise I'll try to write as many as I can during my breaks - Kiwi
Also side point, I have a BNHA story idea but no idea who to write it for...so.... - Bacon
Posted: 08/11/2020