Y/N inserts (male and female)

Twice the Love

Jin Bubaigawara—better known to the world as Twice—was a man of contradictions. To most people, he was a villain, a chaotic whirlwind of humor and madness wrapped in a black-and-white bodysuit. But to Y/N, he was simply Dad, the man who raised them with love, even in the chaos of his own fractured mind.

Y/N sat at the small kitchen table in their cramped but cozy apartment, fidgeting with the edge of their hoodie. Twice was at the stove, humming off-key as he stirred something in a pan. The savory smell of dinner filled the air, but Y/N could barely focus on it.

"Spaghetti's almost done!" Twice announced, spinning around with a theatrical flourish. "You'll love it. Or you won't. But I hope you do!"

Y/N couldn't help but smile a little at his antics. Their dad was like that—always extra, always bouncing between thoughts like a pinball. But tonight, Y/N's mind was elsewhere.

"Hey, uh... Dad?" Y/N's voice was soft, almost drowned out by the sound of the sizzling pan.

Twice froze, the spoon in his hand mid-air. He turned around, his mismatched emotions briefly flickering across his face before settling into concern. "What's up, kiddo? You need something? Or not. But if you do, just say it!"

Y/N took a deep breath, their heart pounding. This was it—the moment they'd been working up the courage for. "I... I need to tell you something. It's important."

Twice set the spoon down, pulling up a chair across from Y/N. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as his head tilted curiously. "Important, huh? Lay it on me! I'm all ears. Or maybe I'm not, but I'm trying to be!"

Y/N couldn't help but laugh nervously. He was trying, as always. "Okay. Here goes..." They swallowed hard, their hands trembling slightly. "I'm... I'm not your daughter."

Twice blinked, his brows furrowing in confusion. "Not my—wait, did I mix up the cloning thing again? Is this one of those existential crises? Or—"

"No, no," Y/N interrupted quickly, shaking their head. "It's not that. I mean, I'm... I'm your son. I'm a boy."

The words hung in the air, heavier than Y/N expected. They braced for confusion, for rejection, for anything—but what came next surprised them.

Twice's face lit up, a wide grin spreading across his features. "Oh! Okay! That's awesome! Or maybe it's confusing—but no, no, it's awesome!" He clapped his hands together, his excitement radiating like sunlight. "You're my son. Got it. Makes sense now. Totally tracks!"

Y/N blinked, their heart skipping a beat. "Wait... really? You're okay with this?"

"Okay with it?" Twice scoffed, leaning back in his chair dramatically. "Kid, I'm more than okay. You're my kid. That's all that matters! Boy, girl, hero, villain—you could tell me you're a sentient noodle, and I'd still love you to bits! And I wouldn't even eat you. Unless you wanted me to. Wait, no, scratch that, terrible example!"

Y/N laughed, a weight lifting from their chest. "Thanks, Dad. That... means a lot."

Twice stood up abruptly, pacing the room as his hands waved animatedly. "So, what do we need? New clothes? Haircut? Testosterone? Oh, oh, a new name! Do you have one picked out? Or do you want me to help? Because I've got ideas! Or not, because it's your decision!"

Y/N couldn't stop smiling now, their chest warm with gratitude. "I was thinking Y/N. It's simple, but it feels right."

Twice nodded sagely, as if Y/N had just revealed the secrets of the universe. "Y/N it is, then! A name as solid as a rock! Or as soft as a cloud—depending on how you feel about rocks. Either way, it's perfect!"

He paused, his voice softening as he sat back down. "Kiddo... I know life hasn't always been easy. And I'm not exactly the best role model. But I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll figure this out together, okay? Because you deserve to be happy. And anyone who says otherwise gets a one-way ticket to Dad's Villain Express."

Y/N felt tears welling up, but they didn't hold them back. "Thanks, Dad. You're the best."

Twice grinned, reaching over to ruffle Y/N's hair. "Darn right I am. Now, eat your spaghetti, mister. You've got a big life to live, and you're gonna need all the carbs you can get!"

And as they sat together, the rain pattering against the window, Y/N felt something they hadn't in a long time: hope. Their dad might have been Twice, but his love was endless.