Somewhat inspired by Stephen and Riley Curry and Chris Paul and Lil' Chris.

No Kuroko, because let's be honest here. Attention is bad for Kuroko, he wouldn't really be attending anything public. Idk. Just tell me if you really want the chapter or something :D

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Kise
Your daughter smiles and waves at all the reporters. Kise smiles slightly as he sees a few of the reporters gush over how adorable she is.

Soon, she's bored sitting on Kise's lap for so long and starts feeling hungry. Her big (eye color) orbs scan the dark room.

"Mama?"

"Shh, Ryoko-chan, we'll get your mama later, okay?"

"Mama," she whimpers.

Kise frowns kissing her softly on her forehead and returning to answer another reporter's question. His daughter quiets down and he manages to relax a bit. Kise had been answering a difficult question so he had been pleasantly surprised and scared shitless when he hears your daughter scream.

"MAMA!"

Kise recovers from his surprise quickly enough but that doesn't stop his daughter from squirming around asking for you adorably. Finally, he sighs asks the reporters to excuse him, carries your child and drags you into the press conference to sit beside him.

Aomine
Aomine sighs as he answers questions left and right, there's a bored look on his face through the whole press conference. Meanwhile, Daichi- your son- naps peacfully on Aomine's lap. The reporters could handle a little bit of your son's snoring and sleeping, unfortunately, Aomine had also begun to doze off. Imayoshi had to shake them both awake.

"Daichi-chan, what's your most favorite thing in the world?"

Daichi grins widely, "basketball and boobies!"

Smirking slightly, Aomine laughs heartily, "he's mine alright."

"Mama's boobies!"

"Hey!" Aomine frowns, "those are mine."

"Daddy Aho!"

"You little..."

Hiding backstage, you cover up your burning face as your son and husband bicker. Beside you, Satsuki rubs your back an encouraging smile on her face.

"I'm sure the press won't include that bit."

"Fuck my life," you groan.

Midorima
"Midorima-san, we've noticed your daughter beside you the whole game, why is that?"

Midorima opens his mouth but before he can get a letter in his daughter giggles, "lucky item nodayo."

""Awww.""

"So, was she was your lucky item for today," asks the reporter.

"No," Midorima answers, "it was the frog doll that she never let go of no matter what."

"Kerosuke," Shina squeals, holding up the frog plushie she had been hugging.

"Kerosuke indeed."

"Nanodayolo!"

Midorima facepalms, "(Name) and her friend taught her that word."

Murasakibara
"Who's your favorite basketball player aside from your dad, Akiko-chan," asks a reporter.

Your daughter grins widely, "Uncle Himuro"

"Really, why is that Akiko-chan?"

"Because Uncle Himuro is so pretty!"

Murasakibara smiles, ruffling his daughter's hair, "but not as pretty as your mom, right?"

"Right," she agrees, turning to look at the camera and waving, "hi mommy!"

Akashi
Your daughter sits impatiently on Akashi's lap.

"Daddy, you're loud," she complains childishly.

Akashi can't stop the smile pulling at the corner of his cheeks but he tries to sound stern, "not now, Seiko."

"Shut up, daddy!"

The crowd of reporters grow silent, terrified of what would happen next. Because, one does not simply tell Akashi Seijuuro to shut up.

Akashi sighs pressing a kiss onto his daughter's forehead, "okay."

Himuro
Your son rushes around the locker room, squealing as he fist bumps with some of the reporters. Himuro smiles as he asks his son a teasing question, "why don't you tell them who came over our house the other day?"

"Umm, Tigger," he answers, "Uncle Tigger."

"Not Tigger," Himuro chides your son gently, "Taiga, Taiga Kagami."

"Oh yeah," your son nods, he looks at the camera with a smug grin on his face, "we played basketball together."

"Did you beat him," asks a reporter.

"Yeah, I beat him."

The reporters laugh amongst themselves, Himuro only smirks slightly at the camera, "what can I say, he's my son alright."

Takao
Your son sits contentedly on Takao's lap, smiling adorably at some of the reporters and yawning occasionally.

"How sure were you that you were going to win," asks a reporter.

"Well," Takao smirks, "I knew as soon as I saw Kazuya doing the Shin face."

Beside him, Midorima who had been listening silently suddenly glares at Takao, "I swear to God, Takao..."

"Kazuya, look at the camera and do the Shin face," directs Takao.

Obediently, Kazuya glares at the camera while smirking and pretending to push up his imaginary glasses.

"Nanodayo."

The group of reporters coo at your son's cute face and his soft voice.

Kagami
Having left Taichi with you, your son with a frown on his face watches his father sitting so far away from him.

"Daddy," your son pouts as he points at Kagami answering questions directed toward him.

You shake your head, "He's busy."

Frowning, your son expertly twists out of your hold and waddles to his father, not noticing the black curtain in front of him. Kagami flinches unintentionally as he notices the small black form beside him. He takes the curtain off his son and sighs as he sees the wide grin forming on his son's face.

"Daddy, up," he says lifting up his hands and tiptoeing.

Kagami relents, continuing the press conference with his son on his lap.