“Let's not get ahead of ourselves.” Satoru is fast enough to catch your child, not that anyone ever doubted he couldn't. Having married him wasn't easy—and now that your child has grown, easement has strayed too far away from your reach.

“You can't surpass me, not now at least.” He murmurs, tone unfazed as he barriers the little one with his technique. The boy only looks up at him with the same azure eyes and long lashes, confused as to why he couldn't nettle his father some more.

“Back so soon? I thought you had more errands to do.” You almost tripped on your shoes walking inside the apartment—shaken that just by twisting the doorknob his ears still managed to pick up such a miniscule sound. His tone of voice was bored, obviously understimulated given his son's sorcery wasn't that refined to challenge him.

“Not that I mind though.” His fingers poke the sprawl of toys as he sat down with legs crossed like a child before his head leaned back to smile at you for a short while. "Welcome home, honey."