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It was 7 Am sharp and (Y/n) had woken up before her father, she'd been watching him sleep for about 10 minutes.

And she had come to a conclusion.

She had to pee so she tapped him again.

She began tapping his forehead as he shuffled around in bed.

"Mhm... yeah...my hair....'s real" he mumbled in his sleep as he tossed and turned.

"Hey~" she whispered moving a bit closer. "Potty" she said trying to shake his large frame.

"Hmm?" Bokuto groaned.

The girl let out a huff and sat back on the bed frowning at him.

He was asleep, not talking to her just like her brother. She began to worry something bad would happen to him just like (B/n).

There was one detail that seemed to escape her mind.

She was pulled out of thought when a giant arm found it's way around her, wrapping her securely.

"Ah!" She squealed, trying to crawl away, before Bokuto locked her into a solid cuddle before letting out a pleased hum.

"Hey!" She yelled trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

She was a little chatty his morning. It'd be a shame Bokuto wouldn't be able to hear much of it.

"Hm..wha?" He muttered groggily blinking a few times to gain his vision.

When he was finally awake he was met face to face with a frowning 3 year old. "Oh...hey" he smiled down at her.

"Potty" she said flatly.

Bokuto's face lost color.

"She....she talks!?" He gaped, springing up from the bed.

"Ah! (Y/n) just said her first words to me!" He began to squeal.

"Should I buy a cake or.." he began to ramble "would it be to soon for a party?"

"Hey" she interrupted, glaring daggers at him "Potty"

"Wh- what's with the sass little girl? You're supposed to call me dad" he frowned.

She stared at him for a few minutes before walking to the washroom door herself.

She stretched herself and managed to open the door by herself, before stomping into the room.

"Eh!?" He exclaimed "fine if you're big enough. I'll let you do it yourself" he hollered.

He waited on the bed and let out a chuckle when she stomped back and made whiny noises demanding for help.

'Well someone's active today' He thought.

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They were watching TV as she didn't want to take a bath and Bokuto couldn't bare seeing her cry like the previous night.

"Hey (Y/n)" he called as she was transfixed by the television.

"You know" He started off with a sheepish grin while she just "😐" "if you don't wanna call me dad you can call me Kou..or like..I don't know" he muttered scratching the back of his neck.

She nodded then shifted her gaze back to the cartoons on screen.

"Wait so you'll call me Kou?"

"Mhm"

"CALL ME KOU SAY IT PLEASE" he crawled over to her anticipating for her to call him by his first name.

"K-"

"Someone's at the door" he groaned "I'll be back. Then you gotta say Kou okay?!"

He dashed to the door hoping it was the breakfast he ordered but to his surprise it was-

"Bokuto you have approximately 2 minutes to explain to me what you said on the phone yesterday" Akaashi started as he barged into the house "You just hung up on me leaving me confused! Then you turned your phone of-"

"Jesus Christ" He paused "Who's child is that!?" He asked trying to control is breathing.

"Mine" Bokuto said with a smile.

"Yours"

"Yup. Mine"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN " he yelled suddenly causing her to flinch.

"Calm down Akaashi" Bokuto said in a low tone as the little girl began to tremble in her skin.

"I'm confused! Did you steal her!? Wait- was it a one night stand!? You're acting normally!? How long has she been-"

Her breathing was becoming rapid.

It was happening.

They were arguing, and usually when her parents argued. It got pretty violent. Sometimes bloody.

"Hey...what's going on" Akaashi trailed off pointing at the girl who was now behaving strange.

"Oh no.. (Y/n)? Honey? It's okay- calm down" Bokuto soothed moving closer to the girl.

She shuffled backwards trying to escape but ended up almost falling off the couch.

Bokuto managed to catch her but she began to thrash and scream.

"It's okay! Calm down" He ordered pulling her closer to him.

"What...what's happening" Akaashi asked out of breath.

"...I think we triggered her" He commented trying to calm her down as she was still sobbing profusely.

"Tri...huh?"

Bokuto began to swaying from side to side trying to calm down the toddler.

"Ah.. I'm sorry (Y/n)" He whispered moving closer to the pair "I didn't mean to yell"

"Yeah sweetie I know you don't like loud noises. I'm sorry" Bokuto added, rubbing her back.

"I didn't know" The bespectacled male turned to his friend "shit I'm sorry i-"

"It's fine man" Bokuto smiled "It was an accident."

"Is she calm now?" Akaashi asked, staring at the girl who's head was nestled in her dad's neck.

"Yeah...almost"

"Hm.. she must really like you then" Akaashi chuckled.

"What? Her? No- she doesn't even like me touching her" Bokuto laughed "you should've seen her yesterday, she's a tiny diva"

"Oh yeah?" He laughed. "Uh..can I carry her?"

"I hope she let's you because she's kinda pic-"

"Hey" Akaashi smiled at her.

She stared at him, still teary eyed and the first thing she thought was.

He looked just like Maji-man she saw on TV when she was allowed to watch with her brother

Immediately, she stretched her arms forth and let him scoop her up

"Whoa.. she likes me" Akaashi grinned.

"HOLD ON LET ME GET MY PHONE"

After a million pictures Akaashi and Bokuto sat on the couch with (Y/n) snuggling into Akaashi's arm.

"Aww I wish she held me like that" The father sighed.

"Maji-man" she muttered

"She spoke again!" Bokuto squealed "what did she say!??"

"I don't know.. uh what?"

"Maji-man" she said again staring into his soul.

"Maji-man?" Akaashi repeated. "From that kid's show?"

"Oh! I told you he looks just like you!" Bokuto commented.

"I don't see it"

"I do"

Akaashi knew he looked very much like the actor in the kid's show. He would never admit it because the man wore pink spandex on the show.

"Let's forget that.. she uh..is she yours?" Akaashi asked.

"Hm? Yeah." Bokuto nodded.

"Biologically?"

"No.."

"Oh..thank heavens" Akaashi sighed holding his chest.

"Why?"

"HUH!?? N-NO REASON!" The male waved his hands over his face trying to hide his blush.

"Okay! Well she's adopted."

"I see.."

"Yeah.. you know the Chisaki Murder case on TV that aired a few weeks ago?" Asked the heterochromatic male.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah she..uh.. I got to find out she's the kid hey found" He stated.

"Whoa" Akaashi exhaled looking down at her. "But she's so little"

"Yeah.. she grew up in a bad environment." Bokuto frowned

"Wait...so her brother's"

"Let's.... not talk about that" Bokuto chuckle humourlessly. "Hey Cupcake! Wanna cuddle?"

"No" she deadpanned.

"Ouch" Akaashi winced

"She spoke to me~" Bokuto squealed

Akaashi was confused as fuck. But one think was for sure. Bokuto would be a Hardcore Doting father.

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. She looked at peace, those were the only times she didn't look bored or scared.

"So uh... have you bought her clothes?"

"No.."

"what has she been wearing?"

"The clothes from the adoption center..and shoyo's tank tops" Bokuto deadpanned.

"His tanktops? Why?"

"Well my tank tops would be too big for her now wouldn't they 'Kaashi?"

".uh....true"

"Oh.. and uh one more question." Akaashi started again.

"Hm?"

"Have you told your teammates about this new...change?"

"I kinda forgot..... they'll find out tomorrow" he shrugged.

"Alright"

"Alright so can you teach me how to make hot-pot? I think she likes my cooking" He trailed off.

"Sure, what did you make for her yesterday though?" Asked Akaashi.

"Rice sandwiches" he smiled proudly.

Akaashi just...stared at him.

"Oh...nice" he nodded slowly