When Satoru met the tiny newborn, the offspring of one of your best friends, and held him in his arms, it was like a switch had flipped on inside him. It wasn’t that he hated babies — he found them a little (or maybe very) annoying at first. Sure, he'd end up playing peekaboo if one was shoved in his direction, but he never imagined himself willingly signing up for late-night feedings and diaper duty.

But it’s incredible what a couple of years can do to a man. The so-called "coincidences" were piling up at this point. Satoru would "accidentally" wander off into the baby section every time you went shopping together, trailing behind you with the world’s worst poker face.

Today was no different. As you flipped through the racks, you noticed him loitering a little too long near a display of soft onesies — and when you turned to call him out, he was holding up a tiny white tiger onesie, an utterly ridiculous, lopsided grin on his face. 

"Look," he said, voice a little too casual, like he wasn’t absolutely smitten by the idea. "This one’s kinda cool, right? Fierce. Like me." 

But the way his thumb brushed over the soft fabric, the way he kept glancing at it like he could already picture something — someone — bundled up inside, told you all you needed to know.