He wouldn't take his eyes off the baby.

And as blank as his face was when he did so, he was internally euphoric about having a kid and being a dad.

Shouta wanted to hold them all the time, insisted on taking care of their every need and would be the first one to get up when they woke up in the middle of the night.

He claimed it was so you could rest, but it was also for his own enjoyment, as draining as it was for him. If that wasn't love, you didn't know what was.

"...Looks just like you." You heard Shouta mumbled out of the blue, his tired eyes still glued on the baby in his arms.