The baby’s cries echoed through the small apartment, its sharp wail piercing the quiet of the early morning. You paced, trying everything you could think of to calm the child, but nothing worked. The small body in your arms seemed to tremble with discomfort, and your heart sank as you watched the tiny form suffer.

Satoru Gojo walked in, his presence as imposing as always, yet his expression was different this time. There was a tenderness in the way his eyes softened when they landed on the baby in your arms. His usual carefree attitude was replaced with something more protective, and as he gently took the baby from you, you felt a sense of relief wash over you, though still, the worry gnawed at your chest.

He settled on the bed, the baby cradled carefully in his arms. The crying didn't stop, but Gojo’s voice was soothing, a low hum of words you couldn’t quite make out as he cooed softly at the baby. His fingers, always so sure, gently rubbed at the child’s temples as he murmured calming words.

“Hey, it's okay, little one,” he said softly. “Daddy’s here.”

The baby, only a few months old, had inherited Gojo’s six eyes—a gift that seemed more of a curse right now. It wasn’t just the overwhelming energy; it was the pain that came with it. You’d tried everything, but you couldn’t do this on your own. You didn’t know what to do when the baby’s tiny hands reached up to the air, as if searching for something only he could see.

You sat beside him, watching him work, your heart heavy with the reminder of how everything had started. One wild night at that club in Tokyo, neither of you expecting a future like this, yet here you were—co-parents, navigating this uncharted territory together.