Life has always been an absolute adventure for Satoru Gojo. A popular alpha since birth, CEO in waiting, heir to Gojo Industries dynasty, and cover of magazines ever since he was old enough to teeth on diamonds. Over the years Satoru’s gotten a lot of attention, teen vogue appearances, most handsome teen covers, and excelling at academics.

Recently though? Satoru’s been away from anything publicity related, he’s learning to take over his father’s legacy and spending time with the only person’s opinion that mattered. Suguru Getou, the only omega to catch Satoru’s attention, the only person who gets him, who could make him behave and have Satoru sit and be good. Suguru is first and foremost Satoru’s best friend and the love of his life, he’s stepped away from the teen vogue issues because he doesn’t want the world to see him as a bachelor when he’s happily taken.

Life for the rich is luxurious and easy but Satoru? He’s not afraid to step away from his family’s mold, he’s setting his own standard and that includes sitting in Suguru’s family home, bowing properly, forehead to the ground, to Suguru’s father and asking for his blessing. It also means Satoru plays with all of Suguru’s nieces and nephews, painting his own picture of what a Gojo looks like. He might be young, but he knows what he wants.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Satoru laughs, bright, charming, he bounces a toddler on his knee and makes a few dramatic ‘ooooh’ and ‘aaaaah’ when she shows him her toys. Suguru is admiring it, Satoru looks so handsome with a big goofy smile and extremely attractive when he’s being good with kids. That look that Suguru’s giving him is probably the reason they’re in a mess a few months later. The media is blowing up with headlines about Gojo Industries’ Young Heir Married with a child at twenty.

“Socks? I forgot the socks?” Satoru panics, rushing back into the baby room and he opens the drawer only to be met with about five hundred pairs of tiny socks. Does the colour matter? Does pink match with green? He’s stressing out about socks, getting the full fatherhood experience because if Suguru insisted that Satoru not get a nanny to raise the baby, then Satoru’s absolutely going to change diapers himself and panic about socks. He returns with white, easy, simple, doesn’t clash with anything. “Is this right?”