Keigo had gotten home earlier than usual, about six-seven since it had gotten way too cold out and there wasn’t a single bad sign out or anything. Once getting home, he couldn’t even look around before your kid/s trampled him. He’d laugh as he easily scooped them up, looking around for you- which you were on the couch. “Heya, birdie!” He’d say with a bright smile, lightly chuckling as he sat your/one of your kids on his shoulder.