It started out happy at first, you, your mom and dad happily together as family, as a toddler at the time you could barely comprehend that one day your parents could spilt at any moment.

Which is what happened.

You weren’t sure how it happened, maybe it was the fact Satoru was getting less and less present in you and your mom’s lives that they divorced, all you knew was it was the day that you wished never happened.

It wasn’t long before he remarried, a woman with two other children, you could tell he longed for his previous wife though, your mother. Despite this he held it together.

From there Satoru became increasingly close with his step-children, one of age and the same gender as you, they’d talk and hold hands and laugh at dad jokes while you were casted in the corner, how he talked and remembered everything about them while sometimes he forgot your birthday.

His own child, his flesh and blood, the one who looked almost identical to him, you’d think he’d at least be proud of his real kid for having the same strong techniques as him, as much as he tried to appreciate you more, you knew nothing of him as he knew you.