cw // omegaverse

kiyoomi has never seen this kid before. he's also positive that a kid shouldn't be unsupervised in a gymn with metal barbells and machines. what a shitty parent, should he call management?

he was about to walk when the child spoke to him, "pretty mister, up!"

"huh?" kiyoomi wonders to himself. he looks around and no one else is around.

"me?" he points to himself.

"pretty mister, up!" the girl giggles while outstretching her arms to kiyoomi. "up! up!" she cheers.

kiyoomi knows he shouldn't touch anybody's child.

but the kid is persistent. she's been chanting "up! up!" to kiyoomi for five minutes and she doesn't seem to stop soon. he's afraid he'll attract the attention of other people. he hates that the most.

but what to do with this kid? where the hell is this kid's parents anyway?

he clicks his tongue in annoyance. if they decided to have kids, they should be able to take care of them. that's why he doesn't want one, even if he's the only alpha in the family. he doesn't care in continuing the bloodline if he has to care for little gremlins like this child.

but surprisingly, this kid isn't so bad to him. she's cute, kiyoomi can say. the kid has round sparkling eyes, squishy cheeks and a big smile. doesn't look like a troublemaker, eh?

"pretty mister, aren't u going to carry me?" the kid tugs his pants. "i like being carried."

she gives kiyoomi her best puppy eyes, and he almost gives in. what the fuck. what is this kid doing to him?

"pretty mister, if u carry me I'll give u a lot of kisses!" she bargains. "like what I promise, daddy!" she looks around. "don't tell him though, he'll be mad."

"and why would he be mad?" kiyoomi replies

"because I ran away from where daddy told me to sit because I saw you pretty mister!" she gleams with pride. "sensei told me i should tell pretty people they're pretty!"

she walks closer to kiyoomi and screeches, "you have love dots!"

"love dots?" what. is this some kid language her teacher is teaching this kid?

"you have lots! but you have two on your eyebrows! daddy says people with love dots are the prettiest."

"and where's your daddy?" he tries to probe.

"not telling until you carry me pretty mister!"

kiyoomi groans. this kid is smarter than he thought. she looks like she's in elementary school, around 6 to 7 years old.

"okay. one minute." he bargains.

"one?" the kid tilts her head in confusion.

"i carry you for one minute and you tell me where your daddy is."

"okay!"

she raises up her arms and kiyoomi slowly lifts her from the ground. he can't believe himself, he has a rule to never touch anyone and now he's carrying another person's child? fuck, he hopes the parents aren't going to be mad.

"wow I'm so tall now!" she cheers.

"pretty mister youre so tall!" the kid, whose name is still unknown, tells him in delight.

since he's carrying him already, he should ask her. "what's your name?"

"haru!" she answers with glee. "do we find daddy now?"

"yes, we should." kiyoomi answers, haru still in his arms.

he was about to walk forward, when haru suddenly nuzzles her face into his neck.

what the fuck. kiyoomi realizes. is this kid scenting him already? no one has ever done that before. he doesn't even know this kid.

but surprisingly, he isn't mad. just in shock.

"hmmm apples!"

"you smell like apples!" haru confirms. "pretty mister, you smell nice. like daddy does."

kiyoomi was about to reply when a mango scent evades kiyoomi's nose and in a flash, haru was taken away from his arms.

"haru, where have you been? daddy told you to never go far!"

haru's parent scolds her.

and it hits kiyoomi. the parent is miya atsumu, his personal trainer at the gymn.

oh, that makes sense. maybe she took her to work.

"haru, apologize to sakusa-kun for disturbing him. you even asked him to carry you!"

"no." kiyoomi denies. "it's ok."

atsumu scratches his head. "im sorry, I fell asleep in the break room and when I woke up haru was gone."

"it's fine. don't apologise. I'm just glad she didn't talk to anyone else. that would be dangerous."

"I'm really sorry again, how do I repay you?"

"should I offer you a session for free?" atsumu asks him.

"no. it's alright. you don't need to do that."

"daddy, I want to have ice cream with pretty mister!"

"but pre-," atsumu stammers, "pretty mister must be busy."

"no you aren't! he's not doing anything right now."

"also daddy!" haru squeals. "isn't pretty mister the one you have a crush on? the one with two moles and curly-" atsumu covers his child's mouth in a hurry.

"sakusa-kun, are you free later to get ice cream?" atsumu asks, his face red from embarrassment.

"yeah. I am."

"then it's a playdate!" atsumu tells him. "thank sakusa-kun for taking care of you, haru." he urges his child.

"call me kiyoomi." he suddenly blurts out. "kiyoomi is fine."

"okay, kiyoomi-kun." atsumu blushes.

"let's go omi-omi!!" haru cheers.

"haru, that's inappropriate!"

omi-omi. no one has called kiyoomi that except motoya when they were little. sounds nice.

"then it's a date." kiyoomi says.

"a date?" atsumu's eyes widen.

"well you asked me out, right?"

"yeah I did but-" kiyoomi cuts him off. "let's go after my session, miya-kun."

"or should I start calling you, atsumu?" kiyoomi asks.

atsumu nearly faints. haru seems triumphant. kiyoomi admits to himself he's actually excited for the "date".