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“(Name), make me breakfast,” a childlike voice called out as something moved on top of you. You groaned and pulled your blanket over your head, hoping to resume sleeping. Whatever it was crawled a bit closer to your head. “(Name), wake up!” You growled softly as you sat up quickly and looked down, finding a young redhead sitting on your legs.

“…ah, a mini Sei-kun,” you groggily stated, yawning afterwards.

“I’m not papa!” the child exclaimed. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

“Ah, it’s Seiji,” you said as your hand reached out to pat him on the head. The redhead pouted.

“(Name), I’m hungry. Make me breakfast!” the child demanded. You frowned.

“How many times have I told you to call me ‘mama’?” you said as you stretched his soft cheeks.

“I don’t wanna!” he refused as he tried to make you stop. After a while, you decided to let go of his cheeks and accidentally glanced at the clock.

“Seiji, why are you up so early? It’s three in the morning,” you stated. “Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna!” he pouted. “(Name), make me breakfast and that’s an order.”

“Seiji, go to sleep,” you insisted as you gave another yawn.

“I don’t want to,” he said again with a defiant look in his eyes. “I’m hungry!”

“Seiji, listen to your mom,” a deep voice sleepily said and the two of you looked toward the moving form.

“But I don’t want to,” Seiji repeated as he stared up at the older, and also shirtless, male.

“Seiji, are you defying me?” Akashi groggily asked, barely keeping his eyes open as he stared down at his son.

“Sei-kun, he’s only a little child. You can’t treat him like he’s around your age,” you lightly scolded him.

“Kids like him need strict parents so they grow up well and learn to listen to others better. How else is he supposed to make friends when he’s in school?” Akashi countered as he wrapped his arms around you as if he was using you to help himself stay sitting instead of falling back into the warmth of the pillows.

“How come you ended up they way you are and still have friends?” you asked curiously as you leaned onto his chest.

“That’s because I’m Akashi Seijuro,” he answered confidently.

“That’s true…”

“I’m always right.”

“So am I!” Seiji said added as he watched the two of you act lovey-dovey.

“Seiji, go to bed,” the older male groaned out before he fell back onto his pillow.

“Sei-kun, you shouldn’t force yourself to stay awake this early in the morning. You have low blood pressure after all,” you stated as you felt something heavy lean onto your body. You looked down and saw the younger Akashi sleeping whilst hugging you.

~~~

“(Name), what are we having for breakfast?” the younger redhead asked as he sat at the dining table. You sighed as you added a bit of seasoning.

“Be patient, Seiji. We’re having tofu soup,” you said as you brought two bowls to the table before bringing the last one. “Sei-kun, breakfast’s is ready!” you called out to your husband. Before long, Akashi walked into the kitchen and looked at his breakfast.

“Good morning, (Name),” Akashi greeted as he came over to you and gave you a hug, kissing your cheek lightly before giving butterfly kisses until he got to your lips. There, he gave you a full on kiss.

“That’s not fair!” Seiji whined as he watched the two of you. “I want (Name) to give me kisses too!”

“Seiji, you should already know that (Name) is mine,” Akashi said as he pulled away from you.

“Sei-kun, that kiss was uncalled for,” you stated with a slight pout. “You’re polluting your son’s mind.”

“I don’t mind, but I want a kiss from (Name) too!” Seiji whined. You sighed as you gave Seiji a peck on his forehead. “I want a kiss like papa’s!”

“(Name), you’re blushing.”

“Y-You be quiet! You’re the cause of all of this!” you said as you tried to stop yourself from blushing further.

“And I’ll be the one that ends it,” Akashi said with soft smile as he turned to his son. “Seiji, your mother belongs to me first. I’m fine with you wanting a kiss from her, but the kisses I gets are only for me.”

“That’s not fair! (Name) loves me more!” Seiji whined.

“Seiji, you sure have guts.”

“H-Hey, let’s just begin eating. Tofu soup’s your favorite right? It’s g-getting cold,” you said as you tried to stop the two from glaring at each other. You sighed when the two didn’t budge.

~~~

“Sei-kun, Seiji, what are the two of you trying to do?” you asked, irritated at how the father and the son were keeping you from moving.

“(Name) loves me more,” Seiji said as he stared defiantly into his fathers eyes.

“(Name) belongs to me, Seiji, so naturally, she loves me more. You should know that by now,” Akashi said as he stared down into his son’s red eyes.

“No, (Name) loves me!” Seiji said in a louder voice.

“Sei-kun, Seiji, I really—”

“(Name), you love me more, right?” Seiji asked as he stared up at you cutely, his arms wrapped around your right leg.

“(Name), you love me more,” Akashi said as his arms held you closer to him, his breath tickling your skin.

“Seijuro, Seiji, I need to do the laundry, so please let me go!” you demanded.

“I don’t want to!” Seiji said as he wrapped his arms tighter around your leg.

“(Name), you can do the laundry later,” Akashi whispered seductively against your skin as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck.

"Yeah! (Name) belongs to the two of us right now!" You sighed, but nonetheless, you smiled. You couldn’t help but think the two were not only alike in outer appearances, red eyes and all, but also, the two acted quite similar.

“Seiji, you’re like your father so much,” you stated, no longer caring that you couldn’t move. The laundry could always be taken care of later.

“But of course, I’m better,” Akashi murmured against your skin.

“But I’m cuter than papa!”

~~~

You yawned as you walked into a glaring contest in your bedroom. You smiled as you watched the father and son from the bedroom door.

“You two, I think this has gone far enough,” you said as you took a few steps into the room and closed the door behind you.

“(Name), I am only teaching our son the proper ways of life,” your stubborn husband said with a smile as he glanced at you.

“The proper ways of life meaning?” you asked with a doubtful glance.

“I was teaching him not to steal someone’s belongings,” Akashi answered proudly, causing your son to pout with irritation. You sighed.

“I am not your belonging and you steal all the time, Seijuro. I remember those days when you would take all those love letters from my locker and cut them to shreds,” you said as you took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Papa’s a liar then!” Seiji said.

“No, the letters came to me by themselves and so did you,” Akashi said calmly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. The older Akashi quickly nuzzled your hair.

“Hey, don’t turn this on me!”

“Ah, no fair! I want to hug (Name) too!” your son said suddenly as he crawled over to the two of you and hugged your arm.

“Seijuro, I believe this is all your fault.”

“Blaming your husband, I see. I think you need to be punished for that,” Akashi whispered softly into your ear, ignoring the protests of his son.

“Seijuro, Seiji is still here!” He clicked his tongue.

“Papa, you can’t hog (Name) all for yourself!” Seiji said with a glare directed at his father.

“This is why I didn’t want kids,” you heard Akashi mumble, clearly annoyed at his own son.

“Hey!” You could only smile as you watched the two begin to glare at each other again.

If asked what you liked best about your son, you would say that he was like his father.

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“(Name), make me breakfast,” a childlike voice called out as something moved on top of you. You groaned and pulled your blanket over your head, hoping to resume sleeping. Whatever it was crawled a bit closer to your head. “(Name), wake up!” You growled softly as you sat up quickly and looked down, finding a young redhead sitting on your legs.

“…ah, a mini Sei-kun,” you groggily stated, yawning afterwards.

“I’m not papa!” the child exclaimed. You blinked a few times as your eyes adjusted to the lack of light.

“Ah, it’s Seiji,” you said as your hand reached out to pat him on the head. The redhead pouted.

“(Name), I’m hungry. Make me breakfast!” the child demanded. You frowned.

“How many times have I told you to call me ‘mama’?” you said as you stretched his soft cheeks.

“I don’t wanna!” he refused as he tried to make you stop. After a while, you decided to let go of his cheeks and accidentally glanced at the clock.

“Seiji, why are you up so early? It’s three in the morning,” you stated. “Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna!” he pouted. “(Name), make me breakfast and that’s an order.”

“Seiji, go to sleep,” you insisted as you gave another yawn.

“I don’t want to,” he said again with a defiant look in his eyes. “I’m hungry!”

“Seiji, listen to your mom,” a deep voice sleepily said and the two of you looked toward the moving form.

“But I don’t want to,” Seiji repeated as he stared up at the older, and also shirtless, male.

“Seiji, are you defying me?” Akashi groggily asked, barely keeping his eyes open as he stared down at his son.

“Sei-kun, he’s only a little child. You can’t treat him like he’s around your age,” you lightly scolded him.

“Kids like him need strict parents so they grow up well and learn to listen to others better. How else is he supposed to make friends when he’s in school?” Akashi countered as he wrapped his arms around you as if he was using you to help himself stay sitting instead of falling back into the warmth of the pillows.

“How come you ended up they way you are and still have friends?” you asked curiously as you leaned onto his chest.

“That’s because I’m Akashi Seijuro,” he answered confidently.

“That’s true…”

“I’m always right.”

“So am I!” Seiji said added as he watched the two of you act lovey-dovey.

“Seiji, go to bed,” the older male groaned out before he fell back onto his pillow.

“Sei-kun, you shouldn’t force yourself to stay awake this early in the morning. You have low blood pressure after all,” you stated as you felt something heavy lean onto your body. You looked down and saw the younger Akashi sleeping whilst hugging you.

~~~

“(Name), what are we having for breakfast?” the younger redhead asked as he sat at the dining table. You sighed as you added a bit of seasoning.

“Be patient, Seiji. We’re having tofu soup,” you said as you brought two bowls to the table before bringing the last one. “Sei-kun, breakfast’s is ready!” you called out to your husband. Before long, Akashi walked into the kitchen and looked at his breakfast.

“Good morning, (Name),” Akashi greeted as he came over to you and gave you a hug, kissing your cheek lightly before giving butterfly kisses until he got to your lips. There, he gave you a full on kiss.

“That’s not fair!” Seiji whined as he watched the two of you. “I want (Name) to give me kisses too!”

“Seiji, you should already know that (Name) is mine,” Akashi said as he pulled away from you.

“Sei-kun, that kiss was uncalled for,” you stated with a slight pout. “You’re polluting your son’s mind.”

“I don’t mind, but I want a kiss from (Name) too!” Seiji whined. You sighed as you gave Seiji a peck on his forehead. “I want a kiss like papa’s!”

“(Name), you’re blushing.”

“Y-You be quiet! You’re the cause of all of this!” you said as you tried to stop yourself from blushing further.

“And I’ll be the one that ends it,” Akashi said with soft smile as he turned to his son. “Seiji, your mother belongs to me first. I’m fine with you wanting a kiss from her, but the kisses I gets are only for me.”

“That’s not fair! (Name) loves me more!” Seiji whined.

“Seiji, you sure have guts.”

“H-Hey, let’s just begin eating. Tofu soup’s your favorite right? It’s g-getting cold,” you said as you tried to stop the two from glaring at each other. You sighed when the two didn’t budge.

~~~

“Sei-kun, Seiji, what are the two of you trying to do?” you asked, irritated at how the father and the son were keeping you from moving.

“(Name) loves me more,” Seiji said as he stared defiantly into his fathers eyes.

“(Name) belongs to me, Seiji, so naturally, she loves me more. You should know that by now,” Akashi said as he stared down into his son’s red eyes.

“No, (Name) loves me!” Seiji said in a louder voice.

“Sei-kun, Seiji, I really—”

“(Name), you love me more, right?” Seiji asked as he stared up at you cutely, his arms wrapped around your right leg.

“(Name), you love me more,” Akashi said as his arms held you closer to him, his breath tickling your skin.

“Seijuro, Seiji, I need to do the laundry, so please let me go!” you demanded.

“I don’t want to!” Seiji said as he wrapped his arms tighter around your leg.

“(Name), you can do the laundry later,” Akashi whispered seductively against your skin as he buried his nose in the crook of your neck.

"Yeah! (Name) belongs to the two of us right now!" You sighed, but nonetheless, you smiled. You couldn’t help but think the two were not only alike in outer appearances, red eyes and all, but also, the two acted quite similar.

“Seiji, you’re like your father so much,” you stated, no longer caring that you couldn’t move. The laundry could always be taken care of later.

“But of course, I’m better,” Akashi murmured against your skin.

“But I’m cuter than papa!”

~~~

You yawned as you walked into a glaring contest in your bedroom. You smiled as you watched the father and son from the bedroom door.

“You two, I think this has gone far enough,” you said as you took a few steps into the room and closed the door behind you.

“(Name), I am only teaching our son the proper ways of life,” your stubborn husband said with a smile as he glanced at you.

“The proper ways of life meaning?” you asked with a doubtful glance.

“I was teaching him not to steal someone’s belongings,” Akashi answered proudly, causing your son to pout with irritation. You sighed.

“I am not your belonging and you steal all the time, Seijuro. I remember those days when you would take all those love letters from my locker and cut them to shreds,” you said as you took a seat on the edge of the bed.

“Papa’s a liar then!” Seiji said.

“No, the letters came to me by themselves and so did you,” Akashi said calmly as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his lap. The older Akashi quickly nuzzled your hair.

“Hey, don’t turn this on me!”

“Ah, no fair! I want to hug (Name) too!” your son said suddenly as he crawled over to the two of you and hugged your arm.

“Seijuro, I believe this is all your fault.”

“Blaming your husband, I see. I think you need to be punished for that,” Akashi whispered softly into your ear, ignoring the protests of his son.

“Seijuro, Seiji is still here!” He clicked his tongue.

“Papa, you can’t hog (Name) all for yourself!” Seiji said with a glare directed at his father.

“This is why I didn’t want kids,” you heard Akashi mumble, clearly annoyed at his own son.

“Hey!” You could only smile as you watched the two begin to glare at each other again.

If asked what you liked best about your son, you would say that he was like his father.