Satoru Gojo
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“The monster’s gone…” He hummed, scooping up and cradling his sleeping son.
His son. He’s six months old and looks too much like his daddy, and that’s okay. You loved Satoru, he loved you, and you two loved that little baby boy. Even if Satoru wasn’t always able to be near, he’d always be there. He’d be the best dad he could be.
“He’s on the run and your daddy is here…” He cooed, rocking the sleeping baby gently in his arms.
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