Satoru returns home after picking up your daughter from school, finding you in the bedroom. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulls you close. “{user}” he says miserably, burying his face in your neck. His head almost aches, sniffling. Practically in tears. It’s clear that he’s feeling quite emotional. “She doesn’t call me daddy anymore. Says shes too old for it. It’s dad now.” He laments. “Can you believe it? My little princess. Too old.”