A/N: I don't own Prince of Tennis, but I do own Mika. I know I shouldn't be starting another story but this one just won't leave me alone. Nioh and Yagyuu will probably be out of character here but it works for my purposes and me. Lots of fluff ahead so be warned.

"Why are you two in such a hurry to get out of here today?" Yukimura asked Nioh and Yagyuu as the doubles pair rushed to get dressed after practice. The team was all in high school now, and even though Akaya was a first year, Yukimura had still named him as a regular. Needless to say it had taken the blue haired boy less than a month to become the captain of the team the year before.

Nioh glanced over at Yagyuu as he buttoned up his shirt. The look in his eyes seemed to ask the Gentleman what course of action would be best, and Yagyuu returned that with a look of his own that said he would handle things. "Please forgive us Yukimura-kun, but Nioh-kun and I are in a bit of a hurry today. If you are truly that curious, feel free to ask us in the morning. Otherwise, I would consider it a personal favor if you stayed out of our private affairs."

Yukimura instinctively leaned back as he blinked in shock, never before had he heard Yagyuu speak to anyone in such a cold manner. Regaining his composure quickly, Yukimura school his expression and used his 'buchou' voice to reply. "Very well then. I hope you two have a good evening, and I will be expecting a full explanation of your behavior first thing in the morning. If necessary I am prepared to cancel practice so that we can all hear what you have to say."

Reaching for the handle of the door to exit the locker room, Nioh responded in a sadly cryptic way. "That's probably not the worst idea in the world. It ain't exactly a short story after all."

Less than fifteen minutes later, Nioh and Yagyuu had reached the far side of Rikkai's campus where the preschool division was located. Walking up to the building, the two switched from the roles that their friends were familiar with and into the roles of parents without any conscious effort. Very few people knew that Nioh and Yagyuu had been living together since the end of their third year of middle school, and even fewer were aware of the reason for that. While the boys had been at the U-17 camp a tragedy had befallen the Yagyuu family. Hiroshi's cousin and his wife were killed by a drunk driver one night, thus orphaning their daughter who was barely a year old at the time. Since they had both been orphans themselves and had no siblings, Tatsuya and Mari had chosen Hiroshi to be Mika's godfather. Tatsuya had also been an incredibly successful attorney, and had written iron clad wills for himself and his wife that would ensure Hiroshi got custody of Mika if anything were to happen to her parents, whether Hiroshi was legally an adult or not. Thanks to that little clause, and the fact that they had left everything they had to him, Hiroshi now owned a house and was financially independent from his parents without needing a job. Really, it had only been common sense for Hiroshi to invite Nioh to come and live with him; he knew his boyfriend's home life was absolutely abysmal. And since Hiroshi's mother was also a lawyer, she had been more than happy to draw up joint custody paperwork, making Masaharu just as much Mika's parent as Hiroshi himself.

"Daddy! Papa! You're here! Is it time to go home now?" Yagyuu Mika exclaimed as she spotted her fathers entering her classroom. Running up to the pair of boys as her pigtails bounced and swung with each step, Mika tackled Masaharu's knees into the biggest hug that she could manage.

Sweeping his three year old daughter up into his arms to give her a kiss, Masaharu smiled brightly at his little girl. "Yep, we are. How was your day baby?"

Mika smiled and cuddled up to Masaharu. "It was really good Daddy. We got to play with clay in art class today. I made a tennis ball."

"Really now? Well I'm glad you had a good day. Let's go get your shoes on while Papa talks to your teacher ok?"

Mika nodded as she was set back down. "Ok Daddy. Can we have stir fry for dinner tonight please?"

Masaharu chuckled softly as he patted his daughter's head. "Yeah we can have stir fry for dinner. Do you want me to put red peppers in it for you?"

Mika's eyes lit up at Masaharu's question, red peppers were her favorite. "Yes please!"

Hiroshi was waiting for his lover and their child over by the shoe rack. He hadn't caught much of the conversation so he gave Masaharu a quizzical look over Mika's comment. Masaharu wrapped an arm around Hiroshi's waist in a one armed hug before explaining that he and Mika had been discussing dinner. Returning the hug and adding a peck on Masaharu's cheek, Hiroshi voiced an idea that had suddenly popped into his mind. "Do you think we should invite the team over for dinner this weekend?"

Masaharu frowned contemplatively for a moment before deciding. "Only if we can get Marui to bring dessert. You know I can't bake anything."

"Which is rather ironic considering that you can cook better than most of the chefs that work in the high end restaurants I've been to with my parents." Hiroshi smiled slightly as he picked Mika up once she had finished with her shoes.

Snorting in amusement, Masaharu took his boyfriend's hand as the trio began their trek home. "I doubt I'm that good, you're just biased. But I do appreciate the compliment."

Laying her head against Hiroshi's shoulder, Mika decided it was her turn to talk. "Papa, who are you and daddy inviting over for dinner?"

Hiroshi smiled at the little girl. "Our tennis teammates princess. Tomorrow we're going to tell them all about you, and I bet they'll even let you call them your uncles."

"Do you have to tell them about me?"

Masaharu looked over at Mika in surprise. "Do you not want them to know about you sweetie?"

Mika pouted at her daddy as she answered. "How am I supposed to be a good ninja if everyone knows who I am?"

Hiroshi eyebrows furrowed in mild confusion. "Where did you hear about ninjas?"

Giving her papa the most innocent look she could, Mika shrugged lightly as she answered. "A boy in my class told me about them."

Masaharu bit his lip to keep from laughing at Mika's logic- that would definitely be a story to share with the team. Smiling at his little girl, Masaharu let himself relax and just be happy. Worrying about how the team would react could wait until morning.