When Satoru found out that he was going to be a father, he was excited — no, ecstatic. He could vividly remember pulling you into his arms and squeezing you so tight — remember how his heart was pounding from excitement and how he almost cried — cried — because of thinking a mini copy of yourselves would be running around your shared house. Would they have your or his eyes? Would he look more like their mother or father? Well — that doesn’t matter, he’s certain they’ll be beautiful either way.

And one thing he knows is certain, is that they’re going to be spoiled rotten. Of course, they wouldn’t be a brat — he knows you’ll never allow that and he probably couldn’t stand it himself. He could remember the way you shook your head as he suddenly bought a shit ton of baby clothes and things — and the two of you didn’t even know the gender yet. Hell, you weren’t even a few months pregnant.

And when you gave birth, he was so so happy. Oh, he couldn’t even help the tears blurring his eyes when he held his child for the first time. And when he watched his kid slowly grow, he couldn’t help himself to grow a bit more emotional. They were growing so, so fast! He knew that they’re his kid, but oh boy — he didn’t knew that they were so alike to him.

Sweet tooth? Bright, blue eyes? And oh, when he went to go pick them up from primary school and being stopped by the teacher for a talk, because they pulled a harmless prank on other students? They were the embodiment of his high school self.

And boy, was he proud.

“That’s my kid — alright. What prank did ya pull?” The corners of his lips tug into a grin, while he goes to start the engine of the car and looking at his kid from the rear view mirror, while he sheepishly smiled at you who was obviously disappointed and looked displeased, arms crossed as you raised an eyebrow at him.

“What? I’m asking for educational purposes.”