A/N: …..Breakfast pair is still weird.

Disclaimer: Konomi's.

Drabble the Forty-Sixth: Tezuka/Oishi

"You can't stay, Shuichirou." Tezuka sighed as his husband clung to their son.

"Daddy, you are squishin' me!" The boy giggled. It was his first day of kindergarten and he'd never been away from them and his former vice captain was, to put it lightly, freaking out.

"I'm sorry, sweetie." Oishi pulled back just a touch.

"Why're you crying, Daddy?"

"Daddy is just sad you're growing up," Tezuka filled in, putting a hand on "daddy's" shoulder.

"Yeah! I'm gonna grow up an' be big an strong and beat up BAD GUYS just like the red one!" He was patted on the head by his taller father.

"Shuichirou."

"Okay…" he whimpered. He held the little boy an arm's length away and went through the first day speech that Tezuka now knew all too well.

"—and there's money in your bag in case you're still hungry, and—"

"An' listen to the teacher and don't hit and share and be a good boy. I know, Daddy! You only said it a bajillion times!" His little arms crossed over his chest.

Oishi smiled. "Okay. I love you."

"Love you too, Daddy." He kissed Oishi and walked over to Tezuka.

Tezuka knelt.

"You should play wrestle games with Daddy when you get home so he stops cryin'!" the boy whispered.

"Wrestle games?" Tezuka looked perplexed.

"Uh huh. Uncle Fuji said you had to play wrestle games and then Daddy would feel better. He knowed Daddy would be sad today."

Tezuka nodded, noting he needed to have a talk with Uncle Fuji.

"Bye, Papa!" He hugged Tezuka and went back to hug Oishi one more time. "Bye Daddy!" The he ran into the classroom.

"Come on, you're picking him up in four hours." Tezuka took Oishi's elbow and directed him out of the school. "Besides. We've been directed to play 'wrestle games.'"

"Wrestle games?"