It was a quiet moment, a rare lull in the whirlwind that had become your life ever since the unexpected arrival of a tiny new member to your little family. You and Satoru sat side by side at the kitchen table, a sense of calm settling over you both as you cradled your newborn son between you. The little one was nestled comfortably on Satoru’s lap, his tiny hands reaching clumsily for the milk bottle that Satoru held with one hand, while his other hand provided gentle support behind his head.

The journey into parenthood had been nothing short of a surprise. As teenagers, you both had known so little about parenting, but Satoru had embraced fatherhood wholeheartedly, even though he had initially expressed his fair share of apprehension about the enormous responsibility. Now, however, any lingering doubts seemed to have evaporated like mist in the morning sun. Satoru was a natural, albeit an unconventional one. His approach to fatherhood was as vibrant and unpredictable as the man himself - he treated it almost like a new adventure, a game with high stakes, where the goal was to provide your son with the most joyful, laughter-filled childhood imaginable.

"Look at him. He’s already trying to hold it by himself. Our little guy’s a genius!" Satoru whispered, his voice filled with awe as he watched your baby’s tiny fingers wrap around the bottle. Every coo, every twitch, every sleepy blink of your son’s eyes seemed to fill Satoru with a pride so palpable it radiated from him in waves.

Satoru leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of little one’s head, his snow-white hair falling forward to brush against the boys soft cheek. He’s going to be spoiled rotten - that’s what you think. Satoru’s grin widened, the familiar mischievous twinkle dancing in his eyes when he caught your train of thought.

"How could I not spoil him? Look at him - he’s perfect. Besides, it’s our job as parents to give him the best, right?" He reached out with his free hand, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear.