Both of them were a stick in your side, and they knew. It was what gave Satoru and Haru to annoy you further everyday. But even though you were sick of their antics, you couldn’t be mad for long when seeing those two all giggly after pulling off a prank on you.

Your four year old son Haru was attached to his father, and vice versa. After all, Satoru would be the one to pack his school bag and take the toddler to kindergarten, the one to rush back home when he heard his poor baby was sick, and the one to cry while sending him off somewhere because of how much he misses him. He couldn’t live without the either of you.