#miyazumi tatsuru fluff

[lunaekalenda]

a/n: more dad aus because i can't go on omfg. fembodied reader, pregnancy mention, they're married, etc, just finished ryman's club and there's no content so i'm making the content B) i will be probs writing about them (about him likely i'm so sORRY) but still i'm open to all of them cause i just-

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"I think we should have a baby." your words fill the kitchen and the only sound that follows your voice is the open sink on the other counter. Your husband has still his hands under the stream, freezing. He didn't move for what seemed ages, still with his hands under the cold water, eyes fixed on the plate he's cleaning. You release the drying rag, walking towards him, and closing the tap, making him react when you speak again. "I get it was sudden, but water still costs money, love." You can't really decipher Tatsuru's expression. You don't know if he's happy, sad or angry. If he likes the idea, if he hates it. He stays silent while you give him a rag, drying his hands for a second. He finally seems to react.

"A baby?" He repeats, more for himself than for you. You see his eyes shining softly as his lips slowly change to a soft smile. The expression is so subtle that you're afraid it isn't more than your imagination, but he repeats it for himself again. "A baby. Our baby." His hands tremble softly as his eyes now search yours.

It's true that, for the time you've been dating, and for the time you've been married, you never spoke about kids. He was so busy with office stuff and the badminton team, and you were so centered on your work that you weren't really thinking about children. Although, whenever you went to any of his matches, sitting close to Usuyama's family, it kinda made you think about holding a children and cheering on your husband together. Still, you were too new on your work to have some liberties, as well as he was too busy to take care of a kid. But now, due to his promotion and your stablished schedule, it didn't seem as an impossible anymore. None of you would need to sacrifice anything you wanted to do, from his team to your classes. You feel like it's the moment to bring the topic, talk about it and find a common solution. Tatsu fixes his gaze on you, soft and tender, before taking you on his arms, hugging you tightly and burying his face on the crook of your neck. "Are you alright, Tatsu?" you ask in a whisper.

He takes a time to answer as he keeps his soft breath on your neck. "I'm really happy... I've been thinking we... We could never bring a kid to our family." He whispers. "I've been so selfish for wanting to have it all. I've tried so many times to left the team, to take a time to raise a baby. But I failed, and I'm so sorry."

"There was no need to rush things." you softly caress his blonde hair, reaching his cheek. "The right time always arrives."

"It does." he murmurs. His heart beats quickly against your hand when you rest it on his chest, getting on your tiptoes to kiss his lips softly. He takes your face between his hands before speaking against your lips.

"I love you." his words make your legs weak and your body feels warm, butterflies fluttering inside as your lips peck his again.

"I love you."

The kitchen was in complete silence, only your breaths could be heard. His hands were tangled on your waist and yours rested on his chest. He seemed thoughtful. Resting your chin near your hands, you look up at him. He seems to be talking to himself, mumbling in soft voice as he plays with the ring on his finger behind your back.

"Maybe we need to search for names... I can ask Mikoto if he's free next week to get some furniture... Should we buy already a bed?"

"Tatsu, love. Don't rush things up. We have plenty of time to prepare when we know we're waiting." He nods and kisses your forehead.

"It's true, sorry." he says. "But, do you know about what we should think now?" he asks. You feel the subtle change on his smile, the right side of his lips arching way more than the rest. His hands caress your sides, caressing your figure covered with one of his old badminton t-shirts, the ones you loved to use and the ones he loved to see you on. He walks softly, taking you with him.

"About what?" you ask, slowly walking backwards, until your legs reach the counter. He smiles from all his height before getting closer for a kiss. He whispers all his ideas against your lips, before pressing them shut against yours, as if they were promises sealed by a kiss.