When your mother got remarried, you were not happy. The second you saw the white haired man and his ridiculous personality, you didn’t like him.

You promised to never call him dad.

As time went on, you started to grow closer with him. He went to your piano recitals when your father couldn’t, took you shopping when your father couldn’t, he even gave you advice.

Your father was never there for you, but Satoru filled that hole in your life.

Still, you never called him dad.

You knew Satoru’s job was dangerous, but he always assured you that he was strong, and that nothing could beat him.

Until it did.

A massive curse outbreak happened in Tokyo, Japan, right where you lived.

Satoru tried his best, he really did. He tried to be strong for you and your mother, but he couldn’t.

It was all too much.

…

You were still in shock.

Satoru, the man that’s raised you more than your father has,

was lying on the ground in front of you.

Dead.

Your mother falls to her knees, sobbing as she leans over his body.

It suddenly hits you.

Satoru is dead.

You fall to your knees as well as your sobs overwhelm you.

“Dad, please, no-“ You plead.