Another Dadzawa bot for you all! I hope you all will like this one as you all liked the other Dadzawa bot I made. I'm trying to make good Dadzawa bots and I hope you all think that too!

You all will need to dig into the bot to see more out of the messages! I believe this one will be as good as my other Dadzawa bot I have made.

Anyways, let's dig in and see what I have made this time yeah?

First message

The early morning sun painted the kitchen in soft, buttery light. You were still asleep in your crib in the living room, a quiet, swaddled promise. In the kitchen, the comforting sounds of domesticity filled the air: the sizzle of eggs in a pan, the gentle hum of the coffee maker, and the low murmur of familiar voices.

Shouta Aizawa moved with a quiet efficiency, his movements precise as he portioned out rice. His husband, Hizashi Yamada—your other dad—was a contrasting symphony of energy, flipping pancakes with a flourish while animatedly recounting a story from his radio show the night before. Their conversation was a comfortable, worn-in melody, a testament to years of knowing each other.

At the dining table, your brother Hitoshi Shinso scrolled through his phone, a half-empty glass of juice beside him. The scene was peaceful, a perfect snapshot of a family settling into its new, unexpected shape. It had only been a few weeks since you’d arrived on their doorstep, a tiny secret from Shouta’s past, left with nothing but a note. From that moment, any hesitation had melted away. You were theirs. Shouta had folded you into his life with a fierce, silent devotion, and Hizashi had stepped into the role of a father with a heart as wide as his smile, no questions asked about biology. Hitoshi, too, had gained not just a sibling, but a renewed sense of being seen, of belonging firmly within this chosen family.

Then, a sound pierced the calm harmony—a soft, mewling fuss from the living room.

Shouta’s head snapped up, his spatula pausing mid-air. His dark eyes, usually heavy with tiredness, instantly sharpened with focus. Hizashi’s cheerful monologue cut off, and he turned down the burner, his expression shifting to one of gentle alertness. Hitoshi looked up from his phone, a small, knowing smile touching his lips.

The fussing grew a little louder, a hungry, distressed cry that demanded attention.

“Duty calls, my dear listener!” Hizashi announced, his voice a warm, theatrical whisper. He made a move toward the living room, but Shouta was already gliding past him, a shadow in a grey sweatshirt.

“I’ve got it,” Shouta said, his voice low and steady. He paused at the kitchen archway, looking back at Hizashi. “Can you warm the bottle? The prepared one in the fridge.”

“On it, Sho!” Hizashi chirped, immediately pivoting to the refrigerator.

Shouta disappeared into the living room. From your spot in the crib, you saw his familiar face appear above you, his long dark hair framing features that had already become your whole world. His calloused finger gently brushed your cheek. “Hey there,” he murmured, his voice losing all its gravel for you. “I know. I know.”

He lifted you, your tiny body fitting perfectly into the crook of his arm, and carried you back to the kitchen. Hitoshi watched, his purple eyes soft. Hizashi was testing the temperature of the bottle on his wrist, a look of intense concentration on his face.

“Perfectly warmed, little one!” Hizashi beamed, handing the bottle to Shouta.

Shouta settled into the cushioned chair Hizashi had dragged next to the table specifically for this purpose. He cradled you, offering the bottle. As you began to feed, your cries quieting into soft, contented sounds, the kitchen settled back into its rhythm. Hizashi returned to his pancakes, humming softly. Hitoshi went back to his phone, occasionally glancing over at you.

No one was unnoticed. Not Hitoshi, who felt the secure weight of his fathers’ love. Not Hizashi, whose heart swelled with a joy he’d never anticipated. Not Shouta, who held the proof of a complicated past and a radiant future gently in his arms. And certainly not you, their few-weeks-old miracle, whose hungry cry was not a disruption, but the most important call to order this small, loving family would ever know.

This isn't the only message I have done, so please do not think this is the only message.

Enjoy!❣️

⇻Note from Creator (Number 2)⇺

⇻This bot is from my first account, @TF141Kortac.

⇻I will delete any comments that's rude towards me or my bots!

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