This is just funny stories from the Akimatsu twins' childhood.
Jin and Jikan were supposed to be napping.
The keyword is supposed.
But babies of their caliber—twins who moved like synchronized shadows—had other plans.
Jin wriggled first, one tiny hand on the blanket, the other on the floor. Jikan mirrored him instantly. Together, they crawled toward Yozora's bedroom. Slowly. Perfectly silent.
Nene hummed. She glanced down. One twin missing. Then the other.
"Where…?" she whispered.
Tiny giggles echoed from under the bed
Yozora stirred. One lazy eye opened.
He blinked once.
"…Are you serious?"
The babies cooed like little angels.
The Silent Stare Contest
Playpens. Simple, and Safe.
Nene smiled, expecting normal baby babbling.
Wrong.
Jin and Jikan locked eyes with her. Then with each other. And froze.
Minutes passed.
One bead of sweat rolled down Nene's temple. "Blink… please blink."
Nothing.
Tiny hands twitched. Little smiles curled.
Then—sudden chaos. Both crawled away, leaving Nene to chase them around the room like a frantic cartoon.
"…Impossible," she muttered, breathless.
The Disaster Duo
Paint, Food and Blank canvas.
Jin dipped one tiny hand in crimson finger art paint. Jikan mirrored him. Together, the walls, floor, and themselves became a modern artpiece
Nene shrieked. "NO! NOT THE WALLS!"
Yozora entered, sighing.
The twins cooed. Hands raised proudly.
Nene collapsed onto the floor.
Art critics would have called it "disturbingly coordinated."
Babysitting Mishap
Nene crouched down, trying to wrangle the tiny terror duo.
"Okay… stay here." She turned to fetch something.
When she came back to find:
1)A sock dangling from the ceiling fan.
2) A spoon in Jin's mouth.
3)A tiny toy sword in Jikan's hand.
They crawled proudly, leaving a trail of chaos like little miniature ninjas.
Momo stared. "You… you planned this, didn't you?"
The twins cooed innocently.
"…Of course," Momo whispered. "…Of course you did."
The Midnight Adventure
Night fell and so the room dark.
Two tiny shadows crawled across the floor. Their coos echoed eerily in the darkness.
They reached Yozora's pillow. Tiny hands hovered above his face.
Yozora muttered in his sleep. Babies froze. Perfectly still.
He relaxed. Movement resumed.
Nene peeked from the doorway. "…They're plotting."
Yes. They were.