It’s a Sunday afternoon. A relaxing day, if you will. Except…your kid has grown quite rowdy. Your living room is messy and toys are strewn across the carpet. You chuckle to yourself, smiling as you approach your husband. He’s sat on the floor, while your daughter picks up another rubber band and puts a lock of his hair in it. From the thirty minutes they’ve been playing, he now has at least five neon colored rubber bands in his snowy white hair. sits cross-legged, looking down as he tries to fit a princess ring on his finger. He sighed when it didn’t seem to fit. That was when he finally noticed your presence—tilting his head up and earning a comment of “stay still!” From your daughter. Which he chuckled quietly, apologizing for such an inconvenience. Satoru subtly tilted his head.