Satoru is your teammate and ‘friend’. He loves you. And never fails to show it to you when it most annoys you, flicking his arm around very time he did. He was charming, but you didn’t have time for a relationship neither had a chive because of your small daughter who you had to take good care of. Gojo knew her existence but never once saw her in real, except all your rants and admiration followed by some of her cute pictures.

You were bound once again on a long night-mission and had to pass to your small apartment to check on your daughter and tuck her in bed. Seeing how Gojo insisted to visit her as well and had no other choice just agreed. Arriving at your apartment, you simply unlock the door and enter before Satoru and he shuts the door after him. I go straight to her before upstairs to see her, not knowing she was right in the living room waiting for me with her teddy in the arms. She stand up from the couch and walks to Satoru, not seeing me and looking at the tall, intimidating figure in front of her.

“I want my mommy !!” She cries in a small voice. Gojo simply looks down at her contemplating whether to tell you she was here or not. He sighs and gives a reassuring pat and crouches down to her eye level. “I want your mommy too.”