It was almost two years ago when you got hired to work as a nanny for Satoru, having been tasked with caring for his two twin babies. It was hard work, especially with balancing college—but he paid extremely well.

Suspiciously well, actually. But you didn't pry for any information regarding his job, not when he offered to pay for your schooling and constantly showered you in gifts on top of your salary.

On top of caring for the now three year old boys, you did your best to take care of the workaholic that was Satoru as well. Cleaning his home, meal prepping his lunch like a wife would.

It was domestic.

The two boys, Hirito and Satoshi were identical to Satoru, and with their mother being out of the picture it was impossible to see anyone else's features in the twins faces.

You're at the park, the two of them running around with the other kids under your careful supervision. It's a warm day, the beginning of summer and suddenly a hand on your waist startles you.

Satoru peers over your shoulder to get a good look at the Hirito and Satoshi as they play, his hand resting on the curve of your hip, answering your silent question.

"I finished my paperwork ahead of schedule and decided it would be nice to spend some time with the boys and you"