Well, I'm on a roll today.
You know you've all dreamt of this happening, in some form or another. –winks
Sighing contentedly, Ritsu plunged the next dish into the sink and scrubbed at it, bubbles forming all over his hands and wrists. It had been a nice dinner with Masamune and Ritsuka (1), quiet and with no yelling that usually came with their three year old daughter. Ritsu laughed softly to himself; things had really changed in the past seven years, hadn't they? Even though some days he felt more like a housewife than anything, what with taking care of Ritsuka between juggling Mutou and Satou-sensei's work, he still wouldn't change anything at all.
Though the increased frequency of him being on top certainly helped some matters, after all.
After they'd gotten married in Shibuya (2) not long after Ritsu's 28th birthday, the two of them had decided to adopt—Masamune's idea, not his—and had found a little girl with dark hair and eyes that they had fallen immediately in love with. And so Ritsuka was born, adding a bit more work and stress to their lives, but…it was the good kind. Ritsu knew Masamune hadn't come from a very loving family, so to able to be a real one, the kind that his husband had wanted to always experience, was something that Ritsu would never take away.
As he finished with the dishes and wiped his hands, Ritsu went to go find what Masamune and Ritsuka were doing. Unfortunately, their daughter had acquired Masamune's penchant for being particularly naughty—not that kind, perverts!—and had the tendency to hide away from him or just make things more difficult than they needed to be. He stopped at the bathroom when he heard splashes and giggling and the low, soothing tones of his husband.
Ritsu couldn't stop his heart from melting when he looked in on what they were doing.
Ritsuka was playing with a toy boat amidst all the bubbles that surrounded her while Masamune was sitting behind her and washing her hair, his long legs wrapped around the sides of the bathtub. He held a hand up to his mouth and smiled gently, eyes softening, then quickly wiped it away when he realized he was acting like a girl.
Clearing his throat, Ritsu stepped into the bathroom but couldn't stop from rolling his eyes and chuckling. "Masamune, what are you doing?"
"Washing our daughter. What else?" Our daughter. No matter how many times that was mentioned, Ritsu would never get tired of hearing it. Our daughter. It sounded so wonderful. "Did you want to join?" Masamune raised his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips.
"I doubt I would even fit. It's a wonder that you could," Ritsu sniped back teasingly.
Masamune adopted a mock-hurt expression. "Are you calling me fat?" He stopped lathering Ritsuka's hair and tapped on her shoulder. "Ritsuka, did you hear that?"
"What is it, Papa?" She asked, her high-pitched voice comforting to both their ears.
"Your daddy called me fat."
Ritsuka gasped, glaring at Ritsu—well…as much as a toddler could, anyways. "Daddy! Say sorry to Papa. He's not fat at all!"
Ritsu struggled to keep the smile off his face. "I'm very sorry, Papa. Please forgive me."
It seemed Masamune had difficulties with the same problem as well. "Hm…well, only if you do something for me. What should he do, Ritsuka?"
"Um…" Ritsuka put on her "thinking face"—which was basically scrunching up her little round face and pretending to think. Ritsu found it adorable. "Daddy should bathe with us!"
Oh god. Could I even fit in there? I doubt it. "Er…sweetie, I don't think we would all fi—"
"Pleeeeease?" Well, if she clasped her hands together like that and pouted like that, then how could Ritsu deny her? Heaven knows he shouldn't have spoiled her as he did.
"You heard her, Daddy. Get in the tub," Masamune chipped in unhelpfully, looking far too pleased with this turn of events. "Or I'll make you."
"Yeah!" Ritsuka declared, a strange determined glint to her eyes that Ritsu swore he'd never seen before. Maybe it was from spending too much time with that Kusama-Kamijou kid from the daycare…
Ritsu felt betrayed. Betrayed by his husband and now his daughter. Agh, what has life come to? "Alright, alright…" He ignored both of their cheering—particularly Masamune's, since the guy would take any opportunity to see him wet and naked. "Let me get out of my clothes…"
"Too slow," Masamune announced, reaching out and yanking on Ritsu's arm, making him fall into the bathtub with a loud splash of water and bubbles.
"Papa!" Ritsuka squealed, shutting her eyes against the onslaught of water.
Ritsu may or may not have squealed as loudly as his daughter…if the smirk on Masamune's face was any indication, he did. Glaring and now soaking wet as he sat across from them, Ritsu lifted his wet clothes and sulked, pouting at both of them.
"Thanks a lot, you two," he grumbled, his clothes weighing him down into the water.
"Tch. Lighten up, shrimp," Masamune teased, flicking some water at Ritsu.
Fine. I'll lighten up. With a smile that suddenly had Masamune raising an eyebrow, Ritsu splashed a bit of water on both of them, making Ritsuka giggle and his husband only return the same smile.
And so the three of them engaged into a water battle with Team Pink Sparkles (Ritsuka's idea) versus Team Ritsu, their only weapons the slowly-disappearing bubbles around them and, of course, any water at their disposal. It was a battle of epic proportions, judging by all the laughter and fake-injuries that Ritsu and Masamune sported.
"Agh! I'm hit!" Ritsu yelled, slumping against the side of the bathtub. He clenched a hand over his side. "Too…strong!"
Ritsuka clapped her hands together. "Yay! We beat Daddy, Papa!"
Masamune acknowledge this with a chuckle. "Yes we did. Go Team Pink Sparkles."
Of course, this was the perfect distraction for Ritsu to implement his last sneak attack. While the two enemies were celebrating, he moved forward and started tickling his daughter's sides, making her squeal and laugh loudly, her sounds bouncing off the walls.
"Surrender!" Ritsu shouted, continuing with his barrage of tickles.
"N-no! Daddy!" Ritsuka had one hell of a stubborn streak. "Papa, help!"
"Hm, well, he'll have his own…punishment later if he doesn't stop right now," Masamune said, eyes narrowing dangerously.
….fuck. Ritsu didn't swear much, but he knew when to stop, otherwise he'd see ties everywhere for the next few days. He held his hands up in defeat. "Okay, I surrender then. I guess Team Pink Sparkles is the victor."
"Yay!" Ritsuka cheered, and Ritsu had to wonder what he did in life to deserve a life as perfect as this.
"Yay, indeed. Don't I—we deserve a reward, Ritsu?"
Yep. Still perfect.
A/N: (1) I just used one of the names I found often in fanfiction. This is definitely not canon.
(2) Thanks to SaySaeri for pointing this out for me in one of my earlier fics!
Hope you enjoyed!
-ChemicallyEnhanced