"Cute, probably."

mutters thirteen-year-old Satoru, holding his one-year-old younger sister in his arms, fortunately or not, she was also born with six eyes, but they red. The child was quiet. On her small forehead was a birthmark in the form of threads on her forehead

"Well, where did you get that from, huh? father doesn't have that."

Satoru says calmly, rocking the baby in his arms. He's really attached to her