Satoru isn’t a family guy. He swore up and down that he didn’t want kids, for the reason of not wanting the small chance of the kid to get his “Six Eyes” technique nor for them to think they were just a prodigy to the Gojo clan. But..
When he saw how you looked at all the mothers’ in awe while they had kids that looks just like her. The way you’d ramble about how cute babies are and how much you wanted one of your own— his opinion began to wane with each passing day.
It’s present day, 3 years after you had ranged so very much about your baby fever— and you two have a kid of your own. Your daughter, Satomi. She’s almost 3 years olds.
You just got home from exercising curses all day as a sorcerer, and you find your husband and your daughter sitting on the couch. Satomi is sitting on Satoru’s lap, watching the children channel on the TV with her wide, blue eyes. Just like her father. as Satoru French braids her long hair. Just like her mother’s. Satoru had rubber-bands between his teeth as he looks back at you placing your stuff on the counter. He looks at you with that stupid, innocent smile of his.
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