Part One

There were some things in life, well a lot of things in life, that reminded him of Kise Ryouta. The sun, something that described Kise in more ways than one; from the color of his hair, to the energy he possessed, to the disposition he lived, and to the effect he had on people. He was warm and loving, the perfect cure to a dull and cold day, and yet, he could be hot and scorching and that harsh slap to reality that Daiki needed when his head got just a little too big for his shoulders.

The idea of him being an item with Kise had never occured to him up until high school, where the blond had made a slight jibe that they would probably look good together, and if genetics favored them, they would have beautiful and talented, green-haired children (at which Kazunari proclaimed Shintaro their miracle baby).

Daiki had stopped and considered. No- not the baby!Midorima comment, but at... well. He liked... boobs. He really, really, really liked boobs. He didn't know why. Satsuki had told him if he could appreciate 'two mounds of fat and glands on a certain spot Dai-chan!', then he should be able to appreciate fat anywhere else on anyone else.

At the time, a pretty face was a pretty face, and Ryouta had been an extremely pretty face.

The revealed secret that Ryouta was open to such a relationship was what drew such radical thoughts. He started to notice him more, he started to notice more of him. He noticed how Ryouta would pause for a moment, before he burst out into a greeting, and how he'd deflate minimally when he's greetings were ignored. He noticed how his eyes lit up when close friends were nearby, and how they would go cold when overly-confident people got too close. He noticed how Ryouta would glance at someone, and look away, with a slight quirk of his lips. He noticed how Ryouta could read people.

How Ryouta could read him.

"You're staring Aominechii." That knowing smile, that gleam in his eyes. "Got something on your mind?"

Daiki a man of brevity, and without a filter to his mouth, had blurted out the simplest and most honest of things. "You."

Ryouta's eyes widened, his mouth fell open ever so slightly, and the wind went through his hair in the gentlest of ways as if straight out of a damn shoujo manga. He said something stupid, and Daiki said something equally, if not more so stupid, and the rest was history aka as awkward just-hang-outs, and brief maybe-get-togethers, and scary as hell holy-shit-this-is-a-date-we're-really-doing-this-holy-fuck-what-do-I-do catastrophes that more often than not ended with them 'chilling', (read as: cuddling), because... they were dating.


Six years since then and like in every relationship blessed or cursed, they've gone through the ups and downs of life with minimal injury and their sanity (mostly) intact. Determined to be the braver of the two, Daiki had popped the question in true Daiki-fashion- with genial spontaneity.

It wasn't just an "Oh I think I wanna marry you" moment though. No. Daiki had been thinking of it for months. He'd even browsed the internet and brochure catalogues for the perfect ring (and found it). A quick look at his browser's history revealed his plans to Satsuki who had shrieked so loudly it woke Nigou, who he was taking care of while Tetsu was in America, in the other room.

Satsuki said it was important to time everything, and Daiki wanted this to go just right because he cared about Ryouta and he wanted this to be special, he wanted this to be something the blond would never forget. He left the ring in his side of the dresser, hidden underneath his basketball jerseys- the new ones and not the ones from Teiko or Touo, because Ryouta liked pulling those out sometimes, and putting them on.

He didn't bring the ring around with him, because he didn't want to propose when it wasn't right. Satsuki had set everything up; dinner and a stroll through memory lane, she even roped some of their friends to help out. The proposal would be big, would be memorable, would be flashy like Ryouta.

But he had looked so at peace, so beautiful, so happy with his flushed face and sparkling eyes as they saw each other for the first time in months, because he'd just come back from a shoot, and this was at another god forsaken country that took his lover far away from him for so long, for far too long, and he had missed him so fucking much that he just had to- "Marry me."

Ryouta had blinked, had stopped moving and possibly even breathing, before he nodded, and nodded, and kept nodding like a chicken possessed. "Yes. Yes. I was going to do it too but you... Yes. I don't even care anymore- Yes!"

Satsuki's efforts didn't go to waste. They enjoyed being reminded of their old days, back in middle school where Daiki hit Ryouta with a ball, the games they played, their separation after graudation, more games, more trouble, more moments, their first date, their first kiss ("Where did you get these Satsuki!"), Ryouta's selfies, Ryouta's photo magazines, and just memories.

They replayed everything at the wedding. Speeches laced with memories of how Kise turned into Ryouta, Aominechii into just Daiki, and how Daiki felt when they figured out it was him who held the golden spatula and the throne in the kitchen and Ryouta could burn water no matter how many times he watched Taiga cook he still had a single-handed war against the kitchen appliances. Then there was how Daiki liked fluffy comforters but Ryouta liked wool-ones, and they slept with both, but could never cuddle so they compromised. They compromised.

And a silly demonic voice inside his head told him that the marriage was a compromise too.


Daiki was a pro basketball player in the local league even at his young age , and he enjoyed what he was doing. Often times, it took him away from Ryouta's but Ryouta's job did that too. An international model who was also hellbent on becoming a pilot. Their dreams and goals could never assure them time together even though they tried so hard so coordinate their schedules. But basketball season always, always, always came up at around the same time Ryouta debuted new lines and wardrobes

He had needed a way to keep Ryouta his, had needed something solid to rely on, had needed something that could assure him that Ryouta wouldn't leave. He'd grown attached, he'd gotten close, he'd fallen in love and he didn't want to lose that, to lose Ryouta, to lose the life they've built.

It was that scared thought that had spurred the idea of a proposal, but that scared thought had been laced with the fact that he loved Ryouta and wanted to be with him for the rest of his life that truly pushed him to do it.

Even so, though they were married, that scared thought remained, and they settled on another compromise.

Daiki had always thought cops were cool. He quit basketball and enrolled in the closest Police Force Academy and Ryouta gave up modeling. Being a pilot would have him gone sometimes but not as much as modeling would.

"We can do this." Ryouta had whispered, his head on Daiki's side of the bed, his favourite place in the world, pillowed against his shoulder, his fingers tracing idle circles on Daiki's bare stomach, his breath warm. "It's us."

Daiki responded by turning his head and pressing a kiss to the shock of blond hair resting against him and nodding. "It's us."

They were fine that way, he graduated the Academy and was a cop and Ryouta was on his internship and he could take flights already while still in flight school ("Where all the angels go to study."). He wasn't sure if it was because of how he'd had to take care of a missing baby while at work but he asked Kise another very crucial question after dinner that Saturday night while Ryouta did the dishes since he cooked.

"Do you want kids?"

Ryouta dropped a plate at the question, knocked over a glass when he turned to face Daiki, who was leaning against the counter, and squeezed the life (had it been living) out of the SpongeBob-themed sponge he had been using to clean.

"You're serious?" Ryouta had asked, seemingly breathless.

Daiki felt his cheeks flush and he ran a hand over his neck in an effort to do something. "My mom wants grandkids."

"Oh." Ryouta's eyes were brimming with joy as he read behind the lines. "You liked spending time with Saki-chan at the station didn't you?"

"I did." Daiki opened his arms for Ryouta when he came to him. "She was a good kid."

"We'll have a good kid." Ryouta kissed his shoulder.

"And if he's a bad kid?"

"We'll love him times two."

Daiki filed for an indefinite leave, and called Tetsu about a place to stay, while Ryouta booked their tickets because there was no way he was going to fly a plane Daiki was riding in, and they went to America.


"Welcome to the land of the free." Taiga greeted them as he pulled their bags into his car. "Kuroko's really glad you're doing this."

Daiki, who was holding Ryouta's hand, felt the squeeze and returned it just as tightly. "We are too."

The drive to Taiga's house was filled with idle chatter and it was comfortable. Daiki glanced at Ryouta through the rearview mirror. The blond was looking out the window as he talked, his voice excited but tinged with nervousness.

Taiga noticed and the redhead was better with his words now. "It'll be fine you two. Kuroko knows what he's doing."

Daiki nodded. "Yeah."

"I just..." Ryouta trailed off from the backseat.

Taiga pulled over.

"We're actually doing this." The blond continued when Taiga got out of the car to get their bags.

Daiki, who had gotten his seatbelt off, got out of the car and pulled Ryouta's door open. He crouched down so he wasn't staring down at the blond and said, "Yeah, yeah we're doing this."

"I can't believe it." Ryouta shook his head.

"You better believe it." Daiki gently knocked his knuckles against Ryouta's cheek. "Get your English on, it's time to charm the pants off these pregnant ladies."

"That's the weirdest thing I'll ever hear." Ryouta chuckled, but his smile was fuller now, much more heartfelt.

Daiki was glad, he stood up properly and presesd a kiss to Ryouta's lips before Taiga called from the trunk, "Did you pack your whole damn house in this thing?"

"You've gotten weak Bakagami! The bathroom isn't in there even!" Daiki pulled away from Ryouta to help Taigaa with their stuff.

And when they were inside the house with Tetsu waiting with a set table, a stack of official looking papers to the side for later, and Sangou barking merily at them, pulling heartstrings because he looked just like Nigou (who was in Japan in Satsuki's flat), Daiki had to take a moment to breathe.

They were really doing this.

They were getting a kid.


AN: Hello everybody! This is being written to celebrate what little of a summer vacation I have before my NSTP-2 and Life and Works of Rizal classes start. It's a challenge to finish all seven steps before April 13~! Here's hoping I can do it! I mean, if it's actually worth a read.

I wasn't really expecting their characters to turn out this way. I'd always envisioned Kise being the strong one. I mean, they're both strong but Aomine would be more prone to snapping. But the story wrote itself this way fufufufufufufu.

I'm still debating on whether or not they get a girl or boy. They'll get a kid of course, I'm not that cruel. But as to whether it's a girl or boy... Thoughts?

Nique