Okay, we've seen Kiryu in Papa-Mode but please consider--
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◈ 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 dressed in a soft, lavender sweater that's form-fitting but not tight, donning a pair of thin reader's and his hair a mess. He's lounged on the comfy recliner in the corner of the nursery. His arm bouncing over his torso as he cradled his cooing little one close to his chest- it's impossible not to notice the curve of his bicep. A weary smile rests upon his lips, dark circles just below his brown eyes but the feeling of the miniature fingers wrapped around one of his own made every minute without proper rest, truly worth it. It's almost comical how tiny the infant is compared to himself and there are no doubts about the lengths Masato would go to protect teeny family member. Every time he speaks, the depth of his voice startles the child. Their eyes widen and ever so slowly, a gummy smile spreads across their tiny lips and Masato would coo, "There goes Daddy's favorite smile..." His heart soaring as if he'd seen his precious baby's smile for the first time.
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◈ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 wrapped in a floral robe, rummaging through the vanity for a pin or clip of some sort to help secure the plastic crown that kept slipping from his straight hair, clearly in a hurry to get back to the little girl in the other room patiently preparing the invisible tea of the day. His joints crack as he lowers himself to the zabuton that was placed special just for him-- in an attempt to avoid breaking another one of her cute chairs "Sorry I'm late, Princess _____. I had ta rig this crown." He says. She nods, "That's okay, Princess Daddy. Shammich?" He offers his plate to have it piled with invisible finger foods, after he's been served, he inhales and compliments the aroma which delights his daughter. She proudly proclaims that she'd made them all herself and he appreciates her taking the time. Goro asks if he may inquire about the flavor of the afternoon tea and she pours the imaginary liquid into his plastic tea cup, "It's cloud sparkles, got it from Papalandia!" Majima nods, absolutely impressed with the hospitality. "My favorite an' it's imported. Ain't that somethin'? I expect nothin' less from such a gracious host."
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◈ 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚's bare chest shining with a thin layer of sweat as he jogged into the breeze. The spitting image of him bouncing on his shoulders, teensy fingers buried in his hair for extra security. The two laugh uncontrollably as Akira dashed around the yard, despite the pleas coming from inside the house to end the dangerous activity but neither of them are hearing that, not while they're having the time of their lives. "Daddy's got you. You're not gonna go anywhere. Daddy's got you." he tells them. He suddenly stops- then spins just enough to make them both a little dizzy before sprinting into the opposite direction. The hiccupping laugh above his head makes him laugh even harder and it allows him to ignore the painful sting of his scalp.
A/N:
I made the kids gender neutral on Aizawa and Nishiki but I couldn't for Majima. sorrynotsorry, the Majima Goro+daughter headcanons are just too strong in this chritsen household!
Yall- 🤭 I could go on. You have no idea how much I think about these beautiful men fathering my children. Lmaooooo, what a fucking whoreeeeee. Now, ion know where all this lil baby fever came from but imma need her to cool it and dissipate.
