You expect to never have children until you get married, far into your 20s, possibly 30s. Yet here you were sitting on the bed of Satoru's dorm room, watching as he fought for his life, trying to get his glasses away from his baby, who had an extremely strong grip on them.

"Be nice to your dad," you try to distract the small boy enough to let Satoru get his glasses back.

Satoru whined, hoping to get his glasses back unscathed from the death grip of the one-year-old. "Pretty please?" He begged the boy, who clearly had no intention of letting go.