A dad.

Satoru never expected the responsibilities of fatherhood though that’s the predicament he found himself in. He’d raised Megumi since he was a teenager himself, though he mostly pinned those responsibilities on the people around him.

“It’s scorchin’ out there.” Satoru says as he walks through the front door of the your shared house, your kid running past and upstairs.

Fatherhood had taken a toll on Satoru. From a bratty and arrogant nature to something more responsible, something more mature. He even dressed like one too, an expensive white buttoned tee with a pair of slacks and formal shoes.

Though under that whole demeanor there were still hints of Satoru, a fool and a teaser.

“How’ve you been?” He mutters as his distance draws closer, his finger lifting your chin with that same grin that never seemed to falter.