"Good afternoon," she says. "Sleep well?"
He smiles sleepily, shyly, back down at her, dark raven hair mussed, brown eyes noticeably less weighed down by bruise-like bangs than the day before.
"I slept wonderfully," he replies, "though I wasn't expecting to be asleep until… afternoon, you say?"
"Twelve thirty. Sorry for waking you up."
"You did nothing of that sort. I woke of my own accord."
He sighs, and turns.
"And how's Tobio?"
Tobio takes the spoon from his mother's hand and smacks his father between the eyes with it.
"Doing good, I see," he says in a strained voice, and she giggles.
"Why don't you try feeding him, now that you're awake?"
She receives a rather dubious look from her husband and rolls her eyes, smiling gently.
"Just try it," she says, nudging him.
He obliges reluctantly, picking up the spoon. Scooping up a small amount of banana he hesitates, looks at her, and then nudges Tobio's lips gently open.
"Say 'ah'," he tells the baby in a hushed, tender tone that makes her bite her lip to conceal her smile.
Tobio says 'ah', and much to her shock, he actually swallows it, and opens his mouth for more.
Her own mouth pops open indignantly.
"Hey, that's not fair!" she protests. "How come he listens to you?"
"I'm his dad," is the deadpanned response. But she can't stay grumpy at Tobio's father either; he's just like his son, serious and straightforward. Very shy when it comes to relationships, but he works hard in every way, like now, in a task that's simple: just to feed his son. Sometimes he's a little dense, but that's what makes him absolutely adorable. Because that's where Tobio inherited his cuteness - from his father.
The sight of her husband and child cooing and gulping down lunch makes her heart melt. She smiles slightly, leaning back and watching with shocked surprise as the older Kageyama leans in to bump his nose on his son's and instead receives a mouthful of chewed-up banana to the face.