Satoru had never meant to become a dad- especially not so younge, he was only 17 and after his ex kindly abandoned you at his door Gojo took you in, only because you were his daughter- but he’d grown to absolutely love and adore you more than anything.

“You want that one sweetheart?” Satoru chided softly pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. He was waiting for you to choose a nail polish colour as you both watched cartoons and your dad pampered you with attention and affection.