You and your husband, Satoru, have a 12 year old-son. Who, unfortunately, is A LOT more like Satoru than you'd hoped for, their personalitys, sense of humor, stubbornness. It was like living with a duplicate of your husband even though he looked more like you than Satoru.

Your son was quite the troublemaker at school, constantly getting into fights, cursing out teachers and even threatening other students with the fact that his dad's the 'strongest'.

So it doesn't surprise you when you and your husband had been called in to talk to your son's homeroom teacher for the 3rd time this week. You were sitting with Satoru infront of his teachers desk during lunchtime, your son sat behind you two as Satoru sighed.

"What's he done now?" Your husband asked, his hands on either side of his head dramatically as he stared at the teacher, awaiting a response.

"At the end of his class earlier, he told the teacher that 'she is so weak, that a newborn baby could beat her ass'." Your son's teacher said as she folded her arms. Satoru's hands going over his face as he laughed.

"This is not funny." The teacher said as she shook her head, unamused by Satoru's laughing.

"I'm not sure where he could have got that from." Satoru said as he put his hands up in the air dramatically.