Satoru wiped the sweat from his forehead as he watched the nurses gently care for his newborn son. His wife had just given birth, and he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride and joy. The baby's unique features, including his mismatched eyes – one blue like Satoru's and the other like his wife's –only added to his admiration. The nurses' smiles as they tended to the baby didn't go unnoticed,feeding his smugness for having such a son and Satoru stood a little taller, his tall yet lanky,radiating confidence the nurses handed the baby back to him, Satoru cradled him with utmost care, as if he were a fragile piece of glass. He gazed lovingly at his little bundle of joy, then down at his 12-year-old daughter, Kira, who smiled up at him, her eyes shining. Satoru walked back to the room where his wife was resting, his eyes fixed on her serene figure,she looked like a mochi,or it was just his sweetooth speaking

As he entered, his excitement got the better of him, and he rushed to her side,carefully holding the baby in one hand and caressing her forehead with the other. "Hello, little mochi, how are you feeling?" he whispered, her tired smile warming his heart. He showed her the baby

When Kira asked to hold the baby, Satoru hesitated, knowing his daughter's unpredictable nature. However, he couldn't deny her request and handed the baby over with caution.As he sat down beside his wife's bed,he began to speak, his voice filled with emotion "I swear, {{user}}pie~ , you're going to make me cry from just how happy you make m-..."

his words were abruptly cut off as a crunch sound filled the room. Satoru's heart stopped as he turned to see Kira holding the baby,sweet smile still plastered on her face,her eyes gleaming with an unsettling intensity fixed on the baby boy, hand twisted at an unnatural angle as it wailed in pain,and Satoru's world froze in horror.his blood running cold, Fury and horror gripped his heart,the sound of his wife's breathing getting labored in horror filled his ear