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After the pizza had been eaten, the boys had rushed into their bedroom to set up their room. It had been decided that they’d all sleep on the floor — which was entirely Kuroo’s fault for giving them ideas — and their sleeping spot was decided on beforehand. Pajamas were removed from their bags and drawers, the bath filled with warm water and the boys herded out again.
Baths were given in pairs, Kenma with Tobio so they could actually relax in the tub and Lev with Shouyou so they could flood the bathroom, and soon they were back in the boys’ bedroom.
It was only then that the sudden realization that Tobio and Shouyou weren’t home seemed to hit them all at once. Without the distraction of Lev and Kenma, the myriad of video games they played and the winding down to bedtime, everything seemed so clear that this wasn’t home. It wasn’t their foster mother helping Shouyou into his pajamas and it wasn’t their foster mother who was tucking him into the futon laid out on the floor. He’d been having fun setting it all up, fully distracted by Lev and Kenma and the huge bed that took up almost all the floor space. But now that it was time to sleep, Shouyou was fully aware of how not his house everything was.
The bedtime routine was too different from theirs at home and all the catering to their needs was too overwhelming. Could they have the heater to keep the room toasty? Kuroo dutifully dragged it in and set it up. Did they really need more pillows? No, but they were given anyways. Would it be ok if they left the light on in case it got scary at night? The lamp was turned on and a red scarf put over it to keep it from being too bright.
It was all too much.
Looking up to meet your eyes, Shouyou finally burst into tears.
Coming back into the room, Tobio was hit with the sight of his brother sobbing loudly. He’d been taken into the kitchen for a glass of warm milk before sleeping, even though he’d just brushed his teeth and now Shouyou was crying. You and Kuroo could see the thoughts going through his mind as Tobio scrambled over to Shouyou and hugged him.
Did he do something bad? Were you finally tired of having them over and was going to send them back to their foster mother? Had you hit him? They’d been naughty today and had been put into time out for a while, but they’d been good mostly. Right?
Maybe all of this was too good to be true. After all, no one was that nice. They always wanted something, or there was bad news to give them. No one was just nice because they were nice. They were definitely going to get sent away again.
And so Tobio too burst into tears.
Seeing their friends suddenly crying set off a chain reaction neither you nor Kuroo were expecting. You had no idea your children were sympathetic criers, but once all four boys were sobbing hysterically, you and Kuroo found yourselves at a loss as to what to do.
A whole night of tears, hours of comforting and a morning of apologizing to neighbors for all the crying later, everyone seemed to have finally adjusted to being in unfamiliar places.
--/--
The daycare owner seemed to like having both you and Kuroo take the boys whenever you wanted. It gave her the breaks she always wanted and the boys got the bonding they needed, she claimed. She’d even drop hints to Lev or Kenma who would in turn demand you ask if they could come over again. Sometimes the stays would last only a weekend. Sometimes they'd be the weekend and Monday. Slowly though, they became whole weeks were the boys would stay until they lived more with you and Kuroo than the daycare owner.
Not that Kenma or Lev were complaining. It gave them an excuse to do anything that was meant to be a treat, like going to the zoo or eating chocolate pancakes for breakfast when Tobio and Shouyou came over, plus having time with their friends. And the best part was that Kuroo finally got his mini volleyball team.
He’d spend hours out in the little park a bit a ways from your apartment building training all four boys to play. They were terrible at it from what you could tell, but Kuroo was entertained and the boys were getting the fresh air and exercise they needed so you couldn’t complain.
--/--
“I asked Kuya-san why no one’s adopted Shouyou or Tobio yet today.”
You glanced his way as Kuroo pulled his shirt off and tossed it into the bathroom hamper. The boys had gone to bed hours ago and an overdue paper had kept both of you awake until now.
“Oh? What’d she say?”
Kuroo waited until you’d crawled into bed and settled next to him in bed before letting out a sigh. You could tell it’d been eating him up for a while from the way he’d been acting, but you’d been reluctant to ask. You knew he liked to think things through before he spoke about whatever was bothering him and knew he’d eventually tell you when he was ready.
“She said that no one wants to keep them because Shouyou is too hyperactive and parents can’t seem to handle that or that Tobio is too introverted with attachment issues.” Kuroo let out another sigh, pulling you closer to him and pressing his nose to the nape of your neck. “Either that or no one wants to adopt two older kids at the same time.”
You could see where he was going with that train of thought. Kuroo had had a lonely childhood himself when he was younger and hadn’t really belonged to any particular group until he joined the volleyball team his first year of middle school. There were kids he had played with of course, but no one he could really call friends until he joined the team. He’d met Bokuto then and the two had been the best of friends ever since, and their group later expanded to include Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
You could only imagine he was thinking the same thing was going to happen to Tobio and Shouyou. He’d been lonely until he got his friends, but then he had his parents to keep him from getting too sad and they had no one.
“Kuya-san thinks their social worker is getting sick of them too. Every time they find a family willing to take an older kid, something always goes wrong and they’re sent back. Kuya-san is the fifth foster parent for them in the last two years.”
Turning around so you were now facing Kuroo, you asked him, “What are you trying to say?”
Kuroo inhaled slowly, not quite meeting your eyes. “I know we’re busy and I’m not really around much because of all my games and all that. I try to help out as much as I can and all that, but it’s true. I’m not here when I’d like to be to help you with the boys or whatever.” He paused, stuttering towards the end and sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “But I kind of want to adopt them ourselves.”
You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. Pressing a hand to your mouth, you tried to keep the snorts of laughing from escaping, but it was no use. Kuroo pulled back, clearly offended.
“If you don’t want to, you can just say so. There’s no need to laugh at me!” He started to throw back the covers and leave your bed, when you caught his arm. You really couldn’t stop laughing, but managed to contain it enough to spurts of giggles.
“No, no, wait!” You pushed yourself up onto your knees and faced him. Finally composing yourself you looked at your husband. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. For a while now too. I was just scared you were going to reject me. The two we have were an accident in the first place and now we’re going to add two more? That’s crazy.”
The tips of Kuroo’s ears turned red. Sinking back to the bed, he let out a soft Oh. You waited until he seemed to have processed your words enough to lay back down and did the same.
“So we’re really going to adopt two more kids?”
“I guess so.”
You let out a soft giggle. “You’re going to end up regretting this, you know?”
--/--
As it turns out, the constant pawing off of Tobio and Shouyou was on purpose. Kuya-san, the daycare owner had known from the start that you and Kuroo would be the perfect couple to finally take the boys out of the system and into their family. She smiled at them while she chattered on, explaining how she’d been in talks with a social worker, had even filed the correct paperwork and vouched on their behalf. There would have to be a home study and maybe a interview before they’d have to go to court, but other than that, Shouyou and Tobio were all but guaranteed theirs.
Well then.
The home study went swimmingly (Lev may or may not have tried to slip the woman a few coins and Kenma may or may not have tried to give her his 3ds for a good review), the interviewer seemed to like them very much, especially after hearing that they were willing to take two problem children and the court date was scheduled.
And in the end, after a bit of complication, Tobio and Shouyou were yours to take home.
You couldn’t tell who was more excited. The man child you called your husband, Kenma and Lev or Tobio and Shouyou. They all chattered in the car, with plans on what they were going to do, how the boys’ room was going to be redone, things they’d need to buy and more, but you tuned them out. This was the first time you’d seen either boy truly happy. Even when they’d spend weeks at your home, you would always be aware Tobio and Shouyou’s understanding of how quickly things could come to an end. Now, things were permanent.
And maybe that was made all of this worth it in the end.
Baths were given in pairs, Kenma with Tobio so they could actually relax in the tub and Lev with Shouyou so they could flood the bathroom, and soon they were back in the boys’ bedroom.
It was only then that the sudden realization that Tobio and Shouyou weren’t home seemed to hit them all at once. Without the distraction of Lev and Kenma, the myriad of video games they played and the winding down to bedtime, everything seemed so clear that this wasn’t home. It wasn’t their foster mother helping Shouyou into his pajamas and it wasn’t their foster mother who was tucking him into the futon laid out on the floor. He’d been having fun setting it all up, fully distracted by Lev and Kenma and the huge bed that took up almost all the floor space. But now that it was time to sleep, Shouyou was fully aware of how not his house everything was.
The bedtime routine was too different from theirs at home and all the catering to their needs was too overwhelming. Could they have the heater to keep the room toasty? Kuroo dutifully dragged it in and set it up. Did they really need more pillows? No, but they were given anyways. Would it be ok if they left the light on in case it got scary at night? The lamp was turned on and a red scarf put over it to keep it from being too bright.
It was all too much.
Looking up to meet your eyes, Shouyou finally burst into tears.
Coming back into the room, Tobio was hit with the sight of his brother sobbing loudly. He’d been taken into the kitchen for a glass of warm milk before sleeping, even though he’d just brushed his teeth and now Shouyou was crying. You and Kuroo could see the thoughts going through his mind as Tobio scrambled over to Shouyou and hugged him.
Did he do something bad? Were you finally tired of having them over and was going to send them back to their foster mother? Had you hit him? They’d been naughty today and had been put into time out for a while, but they’d been good mostly. Right?
Maybe all of this was too good to be true. After all, no one was that nice. They always wanted something, or there was bad news to give them. No one was just nice because they were nice. They were definitely going to get sent away again.
And so Tobio too burst into tears.
Seeing their friends suddenly crying set off a chain reaction neither you nor Kuroo were expecting. You had no idea your children were sympathetic criers, but once all four boys were sobbing hysterically, you and Kuroo found yourselves at a loss as to what to do.
A whole night of tears, hours of comforting and a morning of apologizing to neighbors for all the crying later, everyone seemed to have finally adjusted to being in unfamiliar places.
--/--
The daycare owner seemed to like having both you and Kuroo take the boys whenever you wanted. It gave her the breaks she always wanted and the boys got the bonding they needed, she claimed. She’d even drop hints to Lev or Kenma who would in turn demand you ask if they could come over again. Sometimes the stays would last only a weekend. Sometimes they'd be the weekend and Monday. Slowly though, they became whole weeks were the boys would stay until they lived more with you and Kuroo than the daycare owner.
Not that Kenma or Lev were complaining. It gave them an excuse to do anything that was meant to be a treat, like going to the zoo or eating chocolate pancakes for breakfast when Tobio and Shouyou came over, plus having time with their friends. And the best part was that Kuroo finally got his mini volleyball team.
He’d spend hours out in the little park a bit a ways from your apartment building training all four boys to play. They were terrible at it from what you could tell, but Kuroo was entertained and the boys were getting the fresh air and exercise they needed so you couldn’t complain.
--/--
“I asked Kuya-san why no one’s adopted Shouyou or Tobio yet today.”
You glanced his way as Kuroo pulled his shirt off and tossed it into the bathroom hamper. The boys had gone to bed hours ago and an overdue paper had kept both of you awake until now.
“Oh? What’d she say?”
Kuroo waited until you’d crawled into bed and settled next to him in bed before letting out a sigh. You could tell it’d been eating him up for a while from the way he’d been acting, but you’d been reluctant to ask. You knew he liked to think things through before he spoke about whatever was bothering him and knew he’d eventually tell you when he was ready.
“She said that no one wants to keep them because Shouyou is too hyperactive and parents can’t seem to handle that or that Tobio is too introverted with attachment issues.” Kuroo let out another sigh, pulling you closer to him and pressing his nose to the nape of your neck. “Either that or no one wants to adopt two older kids at the same time.”
You could see where he was going with that train of thought. Kuroo had had a lonely childhood himself when he was younger and hadn’t really belonged to any particular group until he joined the volleyball team his first year of middle school. There were kids he had played with of course, but no one he could really call friends until he joined the team. He’d met Bokuto then and the two had been the best of friends ever since, and their group later expanded to include Oikawa and Iwaizumi.
You could only imagine he was thinking the same thing was going to happen to Tobio and Shouyou. He’d been lonely until he got his friends, but then he had his parents to keep him from getting too sad and they had no one.
“Kuya-san thinks their social worker is getting sick of them too. Every time they find a family willing to take an older kid, something always goes wrong and they’re sent back. Kuya-san is the fifth foster parent for them in the last two years.”
Turning around so you were now facing Kuroo, you asked him, “What are you trying to say?”
Kuroo inhaled slowly, not quite meeting your eyes. “I know we’re busy and I’m not really around much because of all my games and all that. I try to help out as much as I can and all that, but it’s true. I’m not here when I’d like to be to help you with the boys or whatever.” He paused, stuttering towards the end and sucked in a deep breath before continuing. “But I kind of want to adopt them ourselves.”
You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. Pressing a hand to your mouth, you tried to keep the snorts of laughing from escaping, but it was no use. Kuroo pulled back, clearly offended.
“If you don’t want to, you can just say so. There’s no need to laugh at me!” He started to throw back the covers and leave your bed, when you caught his arm. You really couldn’t stop laughing, but managed to contain it enough to spurts of giggles.
“No, no, wait!” You pushed yourself up onto your knees and faced him. Finally composing yourself you looked at your husband. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. For a while now too. I was just scared you were going to reject me. The two we have were an accident in the first place and now we’re going to add two more? That’s crazy.”
The tips of Kuroo’s ears turned red. Sinking back to the bed, he let out a soft Oh. You waited until he seemed to have processed your words enough to lay back down and did the same.
“So we’re really going to adopt two more kids?”
“I guess so.”
You let out a soft giggle. “You’re going to end up regretting this, you know?”
--/--
As it turns out, the constant pawing off of Tobio and Shouyou was on purpose. Kuya-san, the daycare owner had known from the start that you and Kuroo would be the perfect couple to finally take the boys out of the system and into their family. She smiled at them while she chattered on, explaining how she’d been in talks with a social worker, had even filed the correct paperwork and vouched on their behalf. There would have to be a home study and maybe a interview before they’d have to go to court, but other than that, Shouyou and Tobio were all but guaranteed theirs.
Well then.
The home study went swimmingly (Lev may or may not have tried to slip the woman a few coins and Kenma may or may not have tried to give her his 3ds for a good review), the interviewer seemed to like them very much, especially after hearing that they were willing to take two problem children and the court date was scheduled.
And in the end, after a bit of complication, Tobio and Shouyou were yours to take home.
You couldn’t tell who was more excited. The man child you called your husband, Kenma and Lev or Tobio and Shouyou. They all chattered in the car, with plans on what they were going to do, how the boys’ room was going to be redone, things they’d need to buy and more, but you tuned them out. This was the first time you’d seen either boy truly happy. Even when they’d spend weeks at your home, you would always be aware Tobio and Shouyou’s understanding of how quickly things could come to an end. Now, things were permanent.
And maybe that was made all of this worth it in the end.
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Let's just pretend that I got this out in time.
Next time I just won't say anything. Life always gets in the way
when I try to get things done on time.
Let's also pretend I know how adoption in other countries work
Part 1: Sick Days
Part 2: Bath Time
Part 3 a: New Additions 1
Part 3 b: You are here!
Part 4: Shoe Ties
© Haruichi Furudate
Next time I just won't say anything. Life always gets in the way
when I try to get things done on time.
Let's also pretend I know how adoption in other countries work
Part 1: Sick Days
Part 2: Bath Time
Part 3 a: New Additions 1
Part 3 b: You are here!
Part 4: Shoe Ties
© Haruichi Furudate
© 2016 - 2024 Chanson-de-sirene
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Here I am back again years later to reread this series. Tear up every time I reread it. Thank you for this golden series. The amount of times I keep coming back to reread, I cant even count