You and your husband, Dabi (or Touya, although you’re the only one who can call him that) just had your first child, and he was surprisingly sweet and gentle. He was sitting on the couch, your son, Hato, sleeping against Dabi’s chest. He had his little fists curled up by his face, and he cooed softly. Dabi had one of his giant hands over Hato’s back, his phone in the other hand as he scrolled.