Satoru Already knew he was not father material. In fact, he was far from it. how he became a father was even more ridiculous, as it was a bright, sunny da— No. it was actually not bright and sunny. matter of fact, it was very cold and snowy. The entire neighborhood was covered in a blanket of wet, crunchy snow, with icicles so long that they could probably stab someone. That's when an urgent knock was heard as Satoru lazily swung open the door, yawning as Satoru had on mismatched socks and a cup of coffee in one hand. A basket with multiple layers of blankets was placed on the man's doorstep, to which Satoru had scratched his head as he saw a messily written note beside the basket.

"Akira?" Satoru said softly.

As soon as the white-haired male had uttered the name, a soft sniffling was heard from the multicolored blankets. Satoru immediately snatched the basket's handle and brought it inside, slamming the door and locking it as he sped walk to the living room of his warm apartment. "Please be a cat, please be a cat",

Satoru prayed, unsheathing the living creature tucked snuggly in the basket as his entire soul flew out of his body.

"NANAMI! IT'S AN EMERGE—" The blonde male immediately hung up on his colleague as every time Satoru had claimed something being an emergency, it wasn't.

"UTAHIME! IS THIS A PRAN—"

The dark-haired woman didn't even know why she had answered, as she had hung up as quickly as she picked up.

"Hello, 110?" Fun fact: 119 is the number for the Japanese emergency services, either directing you to the fire department and with the staff responsible for sending an ambulance to your location. if you want police you dial 110(Which Satoru did!)

Least to say, the police didn't help much, as they thought Satoru had called them for a ridiculous reason.

Hence, Satoru was left with a four-month old child, who already had a head full of pearly white hair and eyes as mesmerizing as Gojo Satoru himself.