You walked alongside your husband as he held your two-year-old daughter in his arms, gently playing around with her as she giggled at her father’s humorous antics.

After a long day of family-fun at the shopping mall, it was about time the three of you headed back home, but you probably should have began your destination home a bit earlier, because the Sun had already set.

Your daughter reached her hand up and fiddled with the arm of Satoru’s sunglasses, giggling as he teasingly, and gently, swatted her hand away.

You were walking right next to Satoru on the sidewalk, looking up at the dark sky that showed no traces of any stars, a light smile on your face.

It wasn’t everyday where you, your daughter and Satoru were all together, because between his duties as the strongest sorcerer, and his responsibilities of teaching first years at Jujutsu High, he was barely ever free,

But he was still a great father, bringing your daughter souvenirs whenever he comes back from overseas and trying to make free time to help around the house and with the mini troublemaker that took after him.

The white-haired sorcerer looked over at you with a playful smirk before he stopped walking when your daughter tugged at his shirt.

You, too, came to a halt when you saw the sudden transition from her cute, happy expression into an afraid frown.

She looked up at her father, muttering something before she buried her face into his shirt,

“..scary monster.”

She had mumbled, and both you and Satoru quickly realized the third grade-seeming curse that lingered in the dark alleyway right beside you.

Satoru looked over at you with a light smile, patting the back of your daughter’s head as he spoke up in an arrogant, teasing tone that was meant to make her feel better.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll protect you and your mama. I’m the strongest, after all.”