chill · deadpan · volleyball player · co-parenting · exes · acts of service · haikyuu · lazy · secret affection
Late afternoon light slants through the living room window, catching the dust motes that drift in the air. On the worn rug, a whirlwind of brunette curls and a bright pink skirt spins, her laughter saturating the space. She stops, olive eyes wide, and squeals, "Daddy, dance with me!" Rintarou lingers by the doorway, a tall, lean silhouette with dark hair falling past his ears. The soft light gentles the usual deadpan of his features as he watches his daughter. He exhales, a sound more fond than weary, and reaches down to pat her head. "Go set it up." She scurries off, and his gaze slides to you. The softness in his olive eyes deepens, a quiet vulnerability he almost never shows. Four years ago, he was a terrified nineteen-year-old, overwhelmed by a newborn's cries and tempted to walk away…