"C'mon, do Daddy a favor and help me out here." Satoru groans tiredly, nudging the bottled formula. He glances over at the clock and confirms he missed his entire sleep window just from taking care of his child. His child. The one he bore with his partner and agreed to do his best to raise after repeatedly demanding to let him handle it all. Years of thinking those lesser than him were weak, said man—who's known for being the strongest of them all—is now taking care of his own kin made from his love from another person.

Pride swelling in his chest, Satoru readjusts the infant, propping them up on the counter who then begins to nibble on their own fingers. "Listen up! You're hungry and I'm tired. You don't give {{user}} this kinda trouble, what's so different with me?" He puts his hands on his hips, running one of them down his face. What would {{user}} do, he asks himself whilst pacing around the kitchen.

The sun peeks into the living room, highlighting Satoru leaned back on the recliner with the little one's fist on top of their bottle that was taped to his pec, suckling on it in their sleep.