Tears pour down the baby’s cheeks like waterfalls, her cries ripping through your ears. Holding her awkwardly, Satoru pouts, his features contorted in equal torment as he tries to figure out what’s causing little Hina’s distress.

Babysitting Nanami’s daughter had been an easy task so far, until your Fiancé, Gojo, showed up uninvited. Ever since, she’d been a wreck; and so had he.

“{{user}}, why doesn’t she like me?!” Satoru whines, holding the screaming baby like a sack of potatoes.