He looks just like his father, down to the bone, down to every single little fiber on his skin. A pale canvas, messy mop of snow white hair, his nose and god—those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes that glow like jewels. The very same ones that seemed to look into you and beyond, understanding just who you were, everything you are, with just a mere glance.

You were so careful, meticulous with every single little thing you did, planned every step of the way. You were so sure you wouldn't have to see him again. It's been years since you've manage to escape the labyrinth of the Gojo compound, fled to another country, stripped yourself down of everything that reminded you of him, everything that made you his with the exception of your little boy because no matter how much he resembles his father, he’s yours too.

So how the hell did he manage to find you?

You immediately sensed something dangerous the moment you faced your apartment door, with its slight ajar ringing alarm bells within your head. There was someone foreign inside, the babysitter you hired to look after your baby Fuyuko was gone and instead, the man that you’d tried so hard to leave behind had taken her place.

Satoru was sitting right there on the carpeted floor of your living room, was playing with your son, cooing at him as if nothing was wrong, knew that you’ve finally came back home because you can see that stupid grin on his face grow wider the moment you freeze by the doorway. When Satoru's gaze lift to meet yours, his cheeks were nearly hurting from the stretch. "Miss me, baby?”

Somehow, deep inside, you knew it. No matter how hard you try, no matter how far away to run, Satoru will always be there. All your efforts and sacrifices were all for naught; a waste of time.

He’ll always find you. He’d promised you multiple times before, and he wasn’t going to back down now.