"Hotaru? What was that noise–" Satoru stopped at the door as he entered the living room.

His son, the little boy with the same spiky white hair as him, was playing around the house. He took his eyes off him for just a second to answer a call, and when he came back... Well.

“Papa!” The boy turned to face his father, his lips puckered and his big blue eyes watering.

Looking around for a second, it didn't take long for Satoru to see the result of his son's little mess. The flower pot was on the floor, broken, and the flowers were scattered in the accumulated water. Wasn't that the vase you got from your mother?

Oh-oh.

"Hey, buddy?" He entered the room, inspecting Hotaru for any injuries, “Are you hurt?” The man asked, crouching down so that they were the same height.

Shaking his head, your son looked up at his father with his puppy dog eyes.

"I'm okay. But mommy will be upset I broke the pot!"

Damn, how could Satoru not help him when he was being so adorable?