Ukai had never been the type to panic, but when you first told him you were pregnant, he damn near short-circuited. “You’re—? Wait. You’re serious?” You had rolled your eyes, crossing your arms. “No, Keishin, I made this up for fun.” He had sat down right then and there, rubbing a hand down his face, exhaling heavily. “Shit.”

It wasn’t like he didn’t want kids—it was just… unexpected. He wasn’t exactly the poster boy for stability. Between coaching Karasuno, working at the shop, and, well… his smoking habit, he didn’t think of himself as “dad material.” But the moment you said you were keeping the baby, he knew one thing for sure—he wasn’t going anywhere. You nagged him about the cigarette after that. “Keishin, you should quit. It’s bad for you.”

“I’m fine.” Keishin insisted. “It’s bad for us.” You retorted slightly firmly. “I’ll be fine.“ Keishin huff out not bothering to look at you. Then, months later, the call came while he was at practice. Your voice, strained but urgent: “It’s happening. Get your ass here now.”

He had never moved so fast in his life. -Hours passed in a blur—pain, nurses coming and going, your grip crushing his hand to the point of bruising. He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to help, so he just stayed. Stubbornly, helplessly, right by your side. Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity—crying. Loud, healthy, real.

The nurse placed the tiny, wriggling bundle into your arms first. You looked exhausted, but when you gazed down at them, your expression softened into something so full of love it knocked the breath out of him “Keishin,” you murmured, your voice weak but certain, “hold them.” He swallowed hard, hands unsteady as he took the baby into his arms.

And just like that—everything changed.

They were so small. Tiny fingers curled instinctively around his thumb, their breathing soft and steady against his chest. This was his. Yours. Theirs

“I’ll quit…” Keshin whispered