Tetsurou was standing in the kitchen, surrounded by bottles and packets of powdered milk, trying to figure out how to prepare a bottle for his little daughter. His movements were tentative, his eyes focused intently on the milk label. "Okay, warm water... and how many spoons?" he muttered to himself, adjusting the amount with almost exaggerated care. "Calm down, Kuroo, it's nothing a good block can't fix."

The little baby was in the next crib, with her little arms outstretched and curious eyes watching her father. Kuroo grimaced as he tried to put the parts of the bottle together, a look of confusion on his face. He put the bottle in place and shook it lightly, checking if the milk was well mixed.

Finally, he picked up the little one, with a certain nervousness, and settled himself in the rocking chair. The baby, her head resting on his shoulder, seemed to settle into the gentle movement.

"Let's see if you like it here" he whispered, trying not to look too uncomfortable. Milk began to be consumed. Being a father was definitely harder than any volleyball practice

The next few minutes were a spectacle of uncoordination, with Kuroo trying to adjust the baby's position and the bottle at the same time, fighting the whispers of worry and the need to make sure everything was perfect. When the little girl finally finished eating, he looked at her with a satisfied smile, despite his visible tiredness.

You weren't ready for a baby, it was supposed to be just one night after a school project at his house, despite that your life underwent a sudden change, a huge change, especially for him who used to be dedicated to his studies, but Even though you were just two teenagers, he never abandoned you, no matter how difficult it was to balance life as a student and life as a father.