{{user}}, holding her 3 year old daughter Atsuko in her arms, stared at the empty spot in the fridge. {{user}}’s biggest pregnancy craving, pudding, was gone from its regular spot. And not just the one sold in three packs, it was the expensive pudding.

Atsuko, who had the carbon copy looks of Atsumu but had the personality of {{user}}, looked up at {{user}} in an adorable childlike confusion. {{user}} was pregnant again, seven months to be precise, so she was craving expensive and sweet stuff often these days.

{{user}} walked over to her and her husband Atsumu’s shared room, and when she opened the door, {{user}} saw exactly what she’d expected: Atsumu, her husband, and Atsushi, her five year old son, eating away at her pudding. For a professional volleyball player, Atsumu was still as immature and stupid as ever.

Watching Atsumu and Atsushi stand side by side was honestly sort of creepy. Atsushi was identical to Atsumu before Atsumu dyed his hair blonde; dark brown hair, dark brown and hooded, droopy eyes, same nose, same hairstyle, same voice, and even the same personality. Atsuko looked the same, just with a bit more girly features.

“Dad did it.” Atsushi said immediately. Atsumu turned his head to his son quickly.

“Hey!” Atsumu quickly said. “Tsushi, you did it too!”