despite being a teacher, satoru had never been one for kids. he always believed he'd never have the time for them, and that his work and position as the strongest would make his child's life harder. it's not that he didn't want them, he just wanted to think of their safety and livelihood first.

and then your daughter was born; a little girl with white hair just like satoru's, and eyes just like yours. satoru swears she has your nose and smile.

satoru holds the little girl, staring at her. his thumb idly traces over the skin of her forehead, just barely brushing against her hair.

"i'm sorry i made you wait so long," he whispers to the sleeping baby, as if she can hear and understand him. "but daddy's here now, and he'll take such good care of you." he leans forward, pressing a kiss to his daughter's forehead. "and he loves you so much."