Satoru Gojo was an overprotective parent.

He wouldn’t nervously fret over your wellbeing, all strung with anxiety and fretful whines like some parents were, but his desire to watch over you manifested in other ways; lingering holds and coaxings to stay with him, eyes that never seemed to stray from your diminutive form. Regardless of your surroundings, Satoru remained close.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?”

A large hand came to grasp your shoulder. Though your vision was impaired, you weren’t at all startled by Satoru’s sudden touch, though a pout played on your lips as you were forcibly guided to his side once again.

“Why don’t you stay over here and play with Daddy?” Satoru pushed, the smile in his words evident. With Satoru watching over you, you more than likely wouldn’t have the opportunity to play with the other children in the park.

“I’m way more fun than those other kids anyways.”