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𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪 - 𝘣𝘰𝘬𝘶𝘢𝘬𝘢

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characters/ship: bokuaka | bokuto koutaro x akaashi keiji
word count: 1619
type: fluff

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"Sora, no, the flour goes inside the bowl, not outside the bowl."

"But Daddy! It looks like snow!"

"Yes I know it does baby, but we're trying to make a cake for Papa, not for papa to come murder us for messing up the kitchen alright?" Bokuto frantically tried to wipe away the crime evidence as his two twins decided it would be a good time to roll on the flour.

Bokuto nearly screamed before prying the two twins off the kitchen counter and setting them on the floor.

"What are we here to do?" He frowned as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He just wanted to make a cake for Akaashi, why is this so hard? Right, 4-year-olds, they are hard.

"Make Papa a cake!" Kousho squealed, hands flinging a good handful of flour in the air, caking the small child in a coat of white. The blood on Bokuto's face drained as he saw the two kids, all caked with flour and the kitchen looks like a drug deal gone wrong.

"Yes, we are here to make a cake, so can you two please just, work with me for a little while? After that, you can play okay?" Bokuto was on the verge of breaking down honestly, he felt like Trina in Falsettos aggressively chopping up a banana.

The keys jingling outside the door were not helping Bokuto. The larger man tried to shove all the flour remains to the trash, only to miss and have them fall on the floor. The twins were excited though, it probably looked like it was snowing at that moment.

"Kou, I'm back!" Akaashi's voice made Bokuto's heart skip a beat, not the exciting kind, he was sure he was going to get murdered by his husband for making a mess in the kitchen. "What in the world is happening?"

Bokuto felt like a deer caught in headlight as the twins ran and clasped onto Akaashi's leg, staining his black dress pants with flour and probably a million other ingredients in there.

"I-, ugh, I was trying to make a cake with the twins, but Sora thought the flour looked like snow and just-, I'll clean it up later Kaashi, it's your birthday and I messed up the simplest thing, I'm so sorry."

Akaashi couldn't stay mad at his husband, he looked adorable in his apron, flour in his hair and on his face, he could barely see the black highlights in his hair from all the flour. "It's okay babe, let me shower and I'll come to help you with the cake alright?" He dropped his bag on the couch and ruffled the twins' hair.

"Papa is going to go shower okay? Do you two want to come?" The twins nodded enthusiastically and ran off to the bathroom, leaving the two adults in the kitchen. "Don't worry Kou, I'm not mad." He leaned in and gave a peck on Bokuto's cheek, and the latter's face just grew redder.

"You wanna join us in the shower?" Akaashi never proposes things like this, it's usually Bokuto who's being all flirty and touchy. This was splendid but it's leaving Bokuto very flustered. And small Bokuto down there was very excited indeed, not appropriate for the kids so Bokuto fought every inch of his body to refuse.

"I-uh, I'll just go clean up." Bokuto's face probably looked somewhat identical to a tomato right now as he turned on his heel and scrambled to the kitchen, wiping up the flour and whatever was on the floor and counters.

Akaashi chuckled as he grabbed some clothes from his room and went into the toilet. As soon as Bokuto heard the door shut, he got into work. Scrubbing the stains (don't question it, he doesn't know what it is either) on the counter, emptying out the big mixing bowl as all the calculations were off anyway.