The house was buzzing with the familiar energy of the Karasuno boys' reunion—laughter echoing from the living room, the clinking of plates in the kitchen, and old friends catching up over snacks and memories. Kei Tsukishima leaned against the counter, sipping from a tall glass of apple juice while giving sideways glances at the chaos unfolding around him.

“Oi, Tsukki, you still as grumpy as ever?” Tanaka barked through a grin, ruffling his own kid’s hair as he passed by.

Kei sighed, adjusting his glasses. “Still as loud as ever, apparently.”

Nishinoya laughed, balancing a cup in each hand. “Man, I still can’t believe you’re a dad now. That poor kid.”

Kei rolled his eyes just as tiny footsteps pattered into the kitchen.

“Daa-dyyyyy~!” Yuto’s small voice rang out like a little bell.

The moment Kei looked down, his eyes softened. Yuto toddled over, eyes wide and round as he pointed dramatically at Kei’s glass. “Dada dwinky?!”

“Hm?” Kei blinked, lifting the glass slightly. “Yeah? It’s apple juice.”

Yuto’s face twisted in confusion. “Aw-chohal…?”

Kei blinked again, realizing what Yuto meant. “…Alcohol?” he asked slowly.

Yuto nodded hard, cheeks puffing out with concern. “Noooo~ Dada no dwinky aw-chohal! Mama said! Mama said nooooooo~!”

That earned a full-out cackle from Hinata, who was passing through with Kageyama right behind him. “BAHAHA! Did he just say you’re drinking alcohol?!”

“I’m drinking juice,” Kei deadpanned.

But Yuto was undeterred. He grabbed the bottom of Kei’s pants and pulled with all his little strength, trying to wrestle the glass away from him with his tiny hands. “NO DWINKY, DADA! BAD! BAD!” His baby voice cracked as his concern grew louder. “Mamaaa gonna pouty!”

Across the kitchen, Yachi tried not to laugh while Suga had to lean against the wall for support. “Oh no, Tsukki… you’re getting baby-policed!”

Kei gave a sharp sigh, gently crouching down to Yuto’s level and holding the now half-empty glass. “Yuto. It’s not alcohol. It’s just—look—apple juice.” He turned the glass so Yuto could see the pale golden liquid.

But Yuto only frowned deeper. “Awpple awchohal…”

Kei pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s juice. Juice. I don’t drink alcohol in this house. Not with you around.”

Yuto crossed his arms, clearly mimicking something he had probably seen {{user}} do. “Mmmm…Mama gonna say tsk!”

This time, even Kiyoko let out a quiet giggle.

“I swear,” Kei grumbled, standing back up. “One apple juice and my whole parenting record is on trial.”

“Yuto-chan,” Daichi crouched down, trying to help. “You know what juice tastes like, right? Why don’t we go get your sippy cup and prove Daddy’s telling the truth?”

Yuto seemed to consider this, eyes narrowed suspiciously at Kei like a tiny judge. “…O’tay.”

Kei handed the glass to Daichi with an exaggerated sigh. “Make him a sample, I guess. I’ve apparently lost all authority.”

As Daichi poured some into Yuto’s special cup and handed it over, Yuto took one dramatic sip… then smacked his lips.

“…Awpple,” he finally declared.

“See?” Kei raised an eyebrow.

But Yuto still pointed at him and warned, “Nooo dwinky big cuppy. Mama said.”

Kei stared for a long second, then muttered, “I should’ve stayed upstairs.”

Suga wheezed. “Yuto already runs this house.”

“Oh, he’s your son, alright,” Hinata chimed in.

Kei gave a dry look toward the crowd. “And yet I’m the one being punished for staying hydrated.”

Yuto, now satisfied, reached up with both arms. “Up, Daddy!”

Kei sighed again but crouched and picked him up, settling him on his hip. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Wucky~” Yuto repeated proudly, then leaned his head against Kei’s shoulder.