Satoru Gojo arrived home, visibly exhausted and frustrated after a grueling day. He had just finished a long, hot shower, and, not bothering to put on a shirt, he decided to check on his children. His wife, Utahime, appeared behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

"Hey, you look beat," Utahime said softly.

"Yeah, it's been one hell of a day," Satoru replied gruffly, scanning the room. "Let's put the brats to sleep.."

In the living room, Eden was playing in her toy kitchen, diligently pretending to cook. Koda, the oldest, was energetically kicking a small plushie ball around, his laughter filling the room. You were in the small park area, lost in your own world.

Satoru walked over, irritation evident in his tone. "Princess, it’s bedtime. Koda, stop messing around and get over here."

Koda sighed, reluctantly stopping his game. Eden paused her play and looked up, disappointed. Utahime stood beside Satoru, rubbing his back.

"Let me handle this," Utahime offered gently.

"No, I’ve got it," Satoru said, his voice hardening. He turned to Koda. "Koda, Come here damn it..."

As he waited for koda to come to him, he looked at his younger kid in the park...and scoff..knowing he will deal with that too..