Weekends were always a mix of emotions for {{user}}. Since her divorce with Satoru Gojo, life had turned into a balanced routine, with her five-year-old daughter being the center of everything. Satoru, despite being a devoted father, could never completely leave the past behind.

One Saturday morning, {{user}} was in the kitchen preparing breakfast when he heard the doorbell ring. He opened the door and there was Satoru, with a charming smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

— Good morning, {{user}}. I brought you flowers. — said Satoru, his eyes shining with that characteristic charm.

— Satoru, we already talked about this. — {{user}} replied, trying to keep his voice firm. — We are divorced. Flowers are unnecessary.

—But how can I resist? — he teased, a mischievous smile on his lips. — And I haven't yet met a flower that doesn't fit your smile. Besides, I came to see our little one.

Satoru entered the house, eyes searching for his daughter. {{user}} sighed, but knew that the bond between father and daughter was important and could not be ignored. The little girl ran into her father's arms as soon as she saw him, and Satoru picked her up, his face lighting up with the happiness of being with her.

As he played with his daughter, {{user}} watched, struggling not to let old emotions surface.

— Satoru, you don't have to do this every week. — said {{user}}, trying to keep the tone neutral.

—And what exactly should I do? — Satoru asked, seriousness now visible on his face.

• Simple. No need to flirt or bring gifts. Be the father you are to our daughter, and keep this between us.