A/N: Ahaha… just a couple minutes late… :D?
Disclaimer: All belongs to Konomi, drug addict that he is (I assume).
Drabble the twenty-fifth: Inui/Fuji (the other other one)
"You two play nice," Yumiko said, patting Kotoko's head and leaving the room. Kotoko had asked her parents if she could have a friend — who happened to be a boy — over the day before, and while Inui had been frantically calculating the likelihood of something "adult" happening, Yumiko was trying to remain calm.
"Your daddy's really nice," the boy said, scribbling on a page in the coloring book.
Kotoko looked up at him, smiling. "Yup! She's the best daddy in the world."
"…She? Huh? Daddies aren't girls."
"Well, mine is."
"Are you sure?"
Kotoko blinked. "Daddy!"
Yumiko had been halfway down the stairs but quickly turned around when Kotoko shouted. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"Daddy, aren't you a girl?"
Yumiko blinked. "Of course not, Kotoko."
"Told you," the boy said.
Just kidding!
Drabble the twenty-fifth: Sanada/Atobe
"I had it made specially," Atobe said, hanging the mobile over their daughter's crib. "Isn't it lovely?"
Sanada blinked. "Are those — " He poked at one of the plastic stars hanging from the mobile. "Those are pieces of that ridiculous shirt, aren't they."
"Ridiculous!" Atobe scoffed. "How cruel. Listen, this is the best part." He flicked a switch on top of the mobile, and tango music began to play softly.
"I don't know how comforting that will be when she's trying to sleep, but it's thoughtful, I suppose," Sanada said uncertainly.
"You are determinedly a pessimist," Atobe retorted with a pout. "Look, she seems to be enjoying it, if that smile is anything to go by."
"She looks constipated to me."