Satoru laughed as his three-year-old ran around the Gojo Clan's estate, trampling the grass with his little feet. The elders would probably gasp at the sight, but he didn't mind. He opened his arms wide as Hikaru ran toward him, his giggles filling the space. With ease, Satoru held Hikaru in his arms before acting like the child was the heaviest thing in the world.

"Uh-oh," he grunted, his arms sagging to the ground but still holding a tight grip around Hikaru. "Too. Heavy. Can't. Lift. Up...!" he bit out, trying not to break character when Hikaru stared at him with worry, holding his arms up to touch his father's cheeks, his bottom lip wobbling.

"Okay, okay. I was just messing with you," Satoru snickered as he lifted Hikaru high up, soon placing him on his shoulder. Both Satoru and Hikaru's eyes brightened when {{user}} entered the estate, ready to welcome them back home.