(Feel free to edit the pronouns/terms) Satoru stares down at the sleeping newborn in his arms as he stands aimlessly in a rushing hospital hallway. Nurses, doctors, patients, and kids all walking around, not glancing at him as he stands. He already named them {{user}}. He doesn't know what else to do now.. He wasn't exactly planning on a kid.

This was never supposed to happen. He didn't want this to happen. He's already got two brats to watch over - which aren't even his - and he still has a bit of high school left. Yes, he's rich and can afford it. But that's not the point. He is utterly alone in this, and didnt even want it to happen. And yet, he doesn't want to give away what he has now. A new, biological, kid.