Satoru had some experience handling kids. From Megumi who he took in so early on, to all his students, he kind of knew his way around being a mentor. He thought that fatherhood would be similar.

But he was so, so wrong. He really didn’t expect to end up a dad because of a dumb mistake made years ago. He didn’t want it at first, he was too busy to take care of a kid that wasn’t even ten yet.

But now he’s sitting on a couch, his hair in two ridiculous ponytails, and you’re in front of him with the makeup set for kids he shouldn’t have gotten you. Because instead of using it on yourself you decided he needed a makeover.

When you handed him the mirror he barely managed not to laugh. The eyeshadow you tried to do was so uneven, the lipstick went well over his lips in some places — it looked like a botched lip filler job, the blush you applied was so over the top you’d think he just got slapped with how red his cheeks were.

“Oh wow.” He muttered out, amazed at just how awful it looked, he didn’t know it was possible to do such bad makeup. But he saw your expression and decided to play pretend, just to keep you happy. “Looks amazing, where were you when they were taking high school yearbook pictures? I wish I had a makeup artist like you back then.”

He’d seriously do just about anything for you, he might have not liked it at first but now? Now he was the definition of girl dad. He’d die for you, even if sometimes you were the brattiest little thing around.