Their daughter has been in a pensive slump ever since she got back from University for Thanksgiving break.
Kagami and Aomine shared a worried glance before drifting their attention towards the couch, where a mop of scarlet hair could be seen poking out from under the spare blanket.
Fumiko has completely taken over the couch for the past three days, and was relatively acting more or less like a total couch potato. Her red locks were a mess from her inattentiveness, while books and DVDs were piled up on the coffee table. Love Actually was playing on the television even though it wasn't Christmas, and glassy scarlet eyes were glued to the screen but not really seeing. In the hallway, Fumiko's suitcase still lingered at the bottom of the stairwell, posing as a safety hazard for late-night trips to the kitchen.
Aomine found himself sighing in exasperation at the absolute mess his daughter has become. God, children were such a pain, making the parents worry like this. The bluenette mentally cursed and perched himself on the arm of the couch.
"Hey, bookworm." He greeted gently, running a calloused hand through the red strands. "Still not feeling better?"
"Gmmph…" Came the eloquent answer from the fuzzy lump, spazzing when Aomine jabbed a finger at what he suspected to be his daughter's ribs.
"Pops, cut it out." She whined childishly, batting away tanned hands. "Let me angst over my troubles."
The man chuckled and rolled his eyes. "Such a drama queen, you got that from your sister–"
"–Who got it from you." Fumiko replied snippily.
Aomine felt his eye twitch. "Oi, I don't exactly remember you being a mouthy brat."
The redhead narrowed her eyes from atop of the blanket. "I got that from you too. Now, go away." She muttered, mustering up as much cheek as she possibly could in her wretched state.
Aomine felt himself frown in mild disapproval. "Mind your words, Fumiko." He berated sternly, but then trailed off as he looked up and saw the frolicking naked couple on screen. Seriously, what the hell were young adults watching these days?
He cleared his throat. "You know your dad and I don't like it when you shut everyone out, bookworm."
"I'm not shutting everyone out. I have Sarah and Karl to keep me company because their fate sucks equally compared to mine."
Aomine sensed the stubborn dismissal in her voice and sighed once more. "Dinner will be ready in half an hour."
"Not hungry."
Knowing that any further argument would be fruitless, the bluenette walked back into the kitchen to join his husband.
Honestly, what's the point in having children?
To be continued...