79a/n: HELLO I'm not dead yet (yay!), but in case anyone missed reading these (or maybe it's only just me) because my tumblr is gone, I've decided to dump some or most of the tumblr ask prompts/random one-shots I've saved here. Those who once followed my tumblr would just be refreshing their memories, but for those who don't, hope you'll enjoy these crappy content while I'm still struggling to finish the new AU that is barely close to completion. Hooray
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Baby (1) : "Baby" word prompt for Kaiao! And thank you in advance if you do so! Thanks for blessing us with these shorts
"We need to talk."
Kaito felt the hair on the back of his neck stand as he closed the fridge door after taking out a drink. He turned to stare at Aoko, who was sitting by the dining table and waiting for him. He trudged over and sat across her, leaving his unopened can of drink aside and forgotten.
"What is it?" He asked tentatively, unsure of what he should be expecting when Aoko was speaking with a neutral tone. He understood her anger better than her other confusing moods.
"It's something important." She explained briefly.
"Okay." Kaito licked his lips. "I'm ready to hear whatever you have to say."
Aoko nodded solemnly and began. "As you've noticed," she rubbed the side of her arms and then at her stomach. "I've been gaining some weight."
"Yes you have." would be what the old Kuroba Kaito would say, even if it was or wasn't the truth. But the Kuroba Kaito now—husband of Kuroba Aoko and dutiful son-in-law of Nakamori Ginzo—thought much differently. Although he promised there wouldn't be any more lies between them ever again, that didn't include white lies… like this one.
"Nope." He glanced at her up and down, and even bent under the table to admire her (delicious) thighs. "You look perfectly fine."
Aoko rolled her eyes and tapped a finger on the table, silently commending him to look back up. "Okay, besides that, you've probably also noticed that I've been rather agitated lately, right?"
It was an understatement, but Kaito found no need to correct her; he was partially at fault for it anyway. He had been really busy to keep Aoko company for the past month, and there were times when he didn't come back home for three days straight. Being intolerant towards his poor work-life balance, she must have been upset, and hence The Talk.
He should have been prepared for this a long time ago.
"I know. And I understand." Kaito nibbled his lower lip and dared himself to look into her eyes.
Aoko straightened in surprise. "You understand?"
"It's due to my work, right? I have been neglecting you because of my recent practices after all."
He noticed her shoulders relaxed as she leaned back against her chair and laughed. "It's not about that." She waved a hand.
Now Kaito was confused. What else could it be? Frowning, he abandoned his seat and squatted by Aoko's side to give her a careful once over. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"
"I'm okay. I'm more than okay, in fact." Aoko smiled and cupped his cheek with a hand.
He leaned against her hand, feeling her soft touch and let out a sigh of relief. If Aoko was alright, nothing else really mattered. "Then what is it that you want to say?" He asked out of curiosity,
Aoko didn't answer right away. Instead, she slowly moved her fingers away from his face and ran it across his hair as a smile spread across her lips. "I wonder if they'll have your hair." She whispered softly, almost to herself.
Kaito tilted his head. "Who-?"
"I'm pregnant."
"…"
"…"
"Y-You're…"
"Pregnant, yes." Aoko finished his sentence and chuckled. She patted a hand over her stomach and gave a soft sigh that breathed melody into Kaito's ears. "Twelve weeks in. And twins."
Kaito wiped a hand down his face, and even slapped it once to check if he was dreaming. He wasn't; Aoko's beaming face was still right before him.
"T-Twins?" He let out a choke, his voice as shaky as his hands. "We've got… twins?"
She nodded, eyes brimming with happy tears. "Yeah."
Eventually loss for words, all Kaito could do, to convey all the love he carried for their future, was to kiss Aoko before picking her up and twirled her around as their joint laughter filled the air.
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Baby (2) : Can I request a writing about Kaito being over-protective when Aoko is pregnant with their baby? Thank you so much! Hope you have a lovely day!
"I trust that you two can take care of yourself. So while you're at it, don't give mommy any trouble. She had a hell of a morning, and so did I. What you two can do is to sleep quietly inside mommy's tummy and stay like that till she comes back home, okay? Okay, good. I love you two."
Aoko cleared her throat.
"Right, I almost forgot." Kaito straightened, his face leaving Aoko's belly as he gave her cheek a peck. "And I love you the most."
"You're acting as if I'm going to a war." She rolled her eyes as she opened their front door. "I'm just going to buy some clothes."
"I know. But clothes can be heavy too. Depending on the material." Kaito bit his lower lip, his eyes wide and puppy-eyed. "You sure you don't want me to come?"
"I'll be fine. Besides, your next performance is around the corner." Aoko gave him a pointed look. "And Jii-san has been reminding you to fix your tools since last week, which you have yet to do so."
"…Alright. If there's anything. Anything. Give me a call straightaway." He reminded her, for the sixth time since she was preparing to go out earlier. She could still see the flicker of worry in his eyes, but he covered it pretty well with his grin.
"I will." She assured him, for the hundredth time over again.
And she closed the door behind her.
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Aoko should have known, should have understood, that it was a bad, bad, BAD idea to squat.
If Kaito was here, he would've given her a good scolding (He already did once when she tried to mop under their sofa). But he wasn't here, so it was okay. Although he told her to give him a call for anything, she couldn't possibly call him to come over just to pick up the purse she dropped and then go back home. Forget about going back home, he'd definitely accompany her in the end, which she didn't want him to.
So, independent and all (despite being pregnant with two), Aoko squatted to pick up her purse and some scattered coins. It was all normal and fine, until she stood up.
And for a moment, Aoko felt dizzy.
She took a step back and held onto a shelf that was by her side, barely keeping her standing—
—Until she felt a strong, firm grip over her back, giving her a light push to straighten her posture perfectly.
So perfect that Aoko thought it was done a million of times before.
Aoko turned.
"Are you okay?" A lady with green eyes asked, her brows furrowed in concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you." Aoko smiled, but the lady's arm was still locked over her shoulders, holding her protectively.
"You sure? Do I need to call an ambulance?"
"What- Uh no, I don't need an ambulance. I just felt dizzy for a second because I stood up too fast. I'm fine now."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Very sure?"
"Very sure."
"Okay." The lady nodded. "I'll be going. Stay safe."
"Thank you for everything."
Though the lady said she would be going, Aoko could still see her lingering around during her entire shopping journey. It wasn't exactly unusual, since this was the women's department and she was probably, well, looking at clothes like her. But… something told Aoko it wasn't right. Not in a bad way like when she was trying to figure out Kid's identity or how the baddies that were after Kid's life somehow took interest in hers too. It just wasn't right… yet it still felt like it did; familiar, and comfortable…
She ignored the lady and decided to focus on her shopping instead.
Aoko didn't buy much. Just a couple of comfortable bras and pyjamas before heading home. Depending on the material, like how Kaito was so concerned about, her purchases should satisfy him and his over-protectiveness.
"You're back!" Kaito chimed as he skipped across the hall and welcomed her in. "So how's your relaxing, free-and-easy shopping trip?"
"Wonderful." Aoko dumped her bags onto the sofa before heading inside the kitchen. Kaito followed. "But it was strange though. Because the entire time, I felt like like you're there."
"Cute." Kaito crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen counter, smirking. "Didn't know you'd miss me that much."
"Well, weren't you there with me?" Aoko blurted and glanced at him sideways.
He blinked innocently. "What do you mean, honey? I was busy fixing my tools in the basement."
"Is it, darling?" Aoko said, her voice tainted with sarcasm as she tilted her head and watched Kaito under her eyelashes. He didn't answer and held her gaze, until the staring contest ended when he suddenly leaned forward and kissed her.
The kiss ended up brief, but Aoko swore she saw fireworks that lasted for a lifetime.
They broke off, and she opened her eyes before blinking in surprise. Kaito's face was slightly flushed for some reason, which was strange. Between them, It was usually her that ended up having a red face after all.
"Promise me you'll never look at anyone like that." He murmured, breaking her line of thoughts.
"Like what?"
"Like that, before I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you."
Aoko rolled her eyes and turned away to pour herself a glass of water. "You know I won't."
Kaito grinned. "Anyway, how did you figure out? I thought my disguise was perfect."
She shrugged as she sipped onto her water. "My instinct."
"Instinct?"
Aoko looked down and placed a hand over her belly. "Maybe the kids knew and told me."
Kaito sighed, though he was smiling instead. "That's troublesome. These two are gonna overthrow their dad someday."
"And what are you gonna do?"
His smile remained. "I'll continue to love them, to the moon and back."
