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A/N: First time posting. Hope I’m doing this right. Just a cute little idea I had one night and wanted to post it up. Sorry for any spelling / Grammar mistakes.
You left that morning for work, leaving your husband alone with your young child for the day. Kirishima Eijirou, also known as Red Riot, was a rising star in the Pro-hero world. Being a pro came with great perks but did have one downfall. He didn’t get much time to spend with his family. So he was excited for days he got to spend with his daughter. He loved her and loved their daddy-daughter time. Throughout the day, he would send you text and photos of their adventures. They had painted, watched movies, went to the park and got some ice cream. You thumbed through the messages. The picture of them at the park with ice cream was your favorite. Your daughter, being only 5, was a mess with the cold sweet treat all over her face. While she was the spitting image of you, she had her father’s spirit and his brilliant grin.
You quietly opened the door to your modest home and took note of everything around. The living room was a disaster. Pillows, blanks, and other fluffy objects across the floor in front of the TV. The tv was muted, but you didn’t need sound to know what the characters of your daughter’s favorite show were saying. At this point, you could recite that particular episode from memory. After further inspection of the pallet and living room, you didn’t see the bright red hair of your husband or the soft black locks of your child. Where are they? You wondered. It was almost 8 pm and even though (Y/D/N) had Eijirou wrapped around her tiny finger, you both agreed on a regular sleep schedule.
You made your way down the hall and to your daughter’s bedroom. If you thought the living room was a disaster, the bedroom was a war zone. It looked like the toy section of a department store imploded itself in the small room. Every toy she owned, laid scattered across the floor. How one child could have that many toys was beyond you. Though, she was an adorable and love child. Thus making her the target for spoiling from both yours and Eijirou’s friends. At ground zero of the mayhem was your heart and soul.
Your daughter laid fast asleep in a pile of plushies while your redheaded lover sat in a small plastic chair. You couldn’t decide what was more shocking, the fact that the chair was holding his bulky weight, or that he managed to fit his hips between the armrests. But there he sat one leg stretched out in front of him while the other one was curled under him and the chair. His chin rested on his chest while his arms dangled beside him. Even though you knew only one of them could possibly be comfortable, you heard two soft snoring echoing through the room. You chuckled softly as you made your way over to your husband. As soon as you were close enough, you gave him a chaste kiss on his lips.
“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” You teased, keeping your voice low, not wanting to wake your daughter.
“Oh, hey, babe. I didn’t hear you come in. Welcome home.” He whispered.
“Looks like you two have been having fun…"
"Yeah…” He chuckled softly before giving his body a small stretch, examining the room around him. “Guess we got a bit out of hand.”
“I’d say.” You smirked at him while running your fingers through his silky red hair before making your way over to the sleeping girl. Quickly and gently, you took her to her bed, tucking her in. She was out like a light. “Come on big guy. Now that little ones taken care of, I can take care of you. Why don’t we get you all cleaned up and tucked in?“ Giving him a wink, and he couldn’t help but grin at your implication.
He slowly began to move, motivated by your words. The small chair gave a loud creak in protest. You watched as your giant of a husband froze as a look of panic quickly washed over his handsome face.
"Uh… y-you know what you’ve been working all day… Why don’t you go ahead and get a bath going… I’ll uh… be right behind you.” You hadn’t heard him hesitate like that in a long time.
“Love, are you ok?"
"Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. Just uh… going to pick up a little… ya’ know? Less will have to deal with later….” He recovered quickly but you couldn’t help but to notice a hint of embarrassment in those handsome features. It reminded you of the time he accidentally washed a pair of his ‘Red Riot’ boxers in with a load of white towels. It was back when (Y/D/N) was just a couple of months old. You both were new to the whole parents thing and both exhausted. Your daughter had had a hard night, and you were up with her all night. In his defense, he was trying to help you. Once he realized what he did, he felt so bad. He even went out and bought new ones and hoped you didn’t notice the now abundant amount of pink towels that you don’t remember purchasing.
“Oh, don’t worry about this. I’ll deal with it later.” You sauntered over to him. “Right now, I want nothing more than to spend time with the most wonderful and amazing husband I could ever ask for."
"I don’t know about all that.” He muttered a bit Even after all these years, he still couldn’t fully see the best in himself.
“You are, without a doubt, the most amazing man on this planet. Seeing this smile on (Y/D/N)’s face is all the proof I need.” You kiss him softly while gesturing towards the tea set in front of him.
“Wouldn’t have been very manly of me to turn down an invitation to my own daughter’s tea party.” He puffed out his chest some before giving his signature beam of a smile.
“And that makes you the manliest.” You grinned, grabbing his hands before taking a step back. Allowing him to use you to help stand up, but again he didn’t make a move. “Are you ok?”
“G-great. Just uhh… well..” He looked up at you with a sigh of defeat. “Uhhh.. have you ever been to one of her tea parties?"
"Uhh… yeah, a few. Why?”
“Well.. there are certain rules you see.”
“I’m aware… ”
“And certain seating arrangements.” He sheepishly explained. “Like, Sir. Waddles and Miss. Fluffy can’t sit next to each other…" Gesturing towards the small stuff animals in question.
"Yes…”
“And the rainbow princess bean bag chair is reserved for the host of the party…” As he spoke, the gears in your head started to spin.
“Of course…”
“So this was the only seat left open. Otherwise, I couldn’t attend … and the host would have been sad…” At those words, everything clicked and you let out a heavy sigh.
“You’re butt’s stuck in the chair, isn’t it?”
“Yes… Please help me…”