Salon
word count; 266 – mom!reader, I can't write Tsumu's dialect sry
“Okay, doll. What are we doing today?” Atsumu asked, voice imitating some funny accent that made your daughter giggle.
“The special braids, duh!” her little voice said, and you could just imagine her smile from where you stood outside the door, waiting to knock and ask if they were doing okay. It probably grew even wider when her dad started whining with a soft stomp. Your daughter’s hair had started to grow thick enough to do Dutch braids, and she adored them. However, your baby daddy was still... learning.
“Ya know I can’t do those,” he complained, lowering his voice enough to not alert you in the next room over, not knowing you were listening anyway. “Pick something else.”
“But mom can do it!” your daughter suggested. It sort of felt like a win over Atsumu for today and you might have to use that information on him later.
“Well, ya mama ain’t working in the salon today,” he answered childishly. “I think ya look great with a ponytail.” You could already hear the brush running through her hair as he probably didn’t even wait for her to agree.
Your daughter sighed, she was pretty used to her dad’s attitude. She would just ask you for braids tomorrow. “Can ya at least add glitter? I can pay extra,” she said, settling into their little hairdresser roleplay. You enjoyed how your daughter adopted some of Tsumu’s dialect.
“Of course, doll. I’ll even curl it for ya,” he agreed happily. You decided to finish preparing breakfast instead of disturbing them because those two sure had everything under control.