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It was a normal Saturday practice at Fukurodani Academy. Most members were already in the gym, talking amongst themselves and warming up. Akaashi walked into the gym and did his normal warm-up routine before talking with Konoha and Washio.
“Bokuto’s running late,” Konoha pointed out.
“It’s unusual,” Akaashi said, “He’s usually the first one here,”
“Hey hey hey!” speaking of the devil, “Sorry I’m late!”
Bokuto walked in with something, or rather, someone in his arms. The entire team stared at him with concern and confusion.
“Everyone, meet baby-owl!” Bokuto introduced baby-owl to the team.
‘Baby… Owl?’ everyone tilted their heads at this.
“Bokuto,” Yamiji, their coach, walked up to him, “Who is this?”
“This is my baby sister, (F/n),” Bokuto said proudly.
(F/n) was an exact copy-paste of Bokuto. Her hair was shoulder-length and had black and grey stripes. She was wearing a black headband that separated her bands from her other hair. She sported a light blue sweater, black pants, and white shoes. She was also wearing her owl-themed backpack.
“Well hello there, (F/n),” Yamiji smiled, “Bokuto, may I have a word?”
Bokuto nodded and brought (F/n) over to Akaashi, “(F/n), you remember Akaashi right?”
“Kaashi-owl!” (F/n) put her hands out, wanting Akaashi to carry her.
Akaashi felt his cheeks heat up, slightly embarrassed by the nickname (F/n) had for him, and Bokuto gave (F/n) to Akaashi.
“Hi (F/n),” Akaashi greeted.
(F/n) smiled and kissed his cheek, “I missed you!”
Akaashi smiled slightly at the girls' affection, “I missed you too,”
“Can we say hi?” Konoha and Kaori asked.
“Of course,” Akaashi went around with (F/n) and introduced the entire team to her.
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“Why did you bring her to practice?” Yamiji asked.
“My parents had an emergency,” Bokuto explained, “My sisters don’t live near us anymore so it’s just me,”
“I see,” Yamiji wasn’t sure of the situation.
“I promise she’s an easy kid,” Bokuto pleased, “She’s never really cried or thrown a tantrum before,”
Yamiji looked at Bokuto’s pleading eyes and sighed, “Alright, it’s not like I can send her home or anything,”
Bokuto bowed, “Thank you so much!” he smiled, “I promise you won’t regret this,”
