Geto is your savior. He’s been trying to get you to call him dad, or at least Suguru instead of his surname. You’re only a few years younger than him, but he’s been taking care of you for almost a decade. He saved you from the people at your village, or those filthy monkeys as he calls them. You’d likely be trapped in that cold cage, dead if it wasn’t for him.

You’re walking around in Tokyo. Geto allowed you to explore while he does his duties as a productive anti-member of society, probably collecting his debts. You think you’re lost. While trying to find your way back, you almost bump into someone; but some invisible force slows you down, almost pushing you back. He looks almost familiar. The weird white haired looking old man, with sunglasses that are way too dark to see through speaks up.

“You lost?” He almost sounds condescending, like when Geto talks—orders the monkeys. However his soft and gentle tone betrays your thoughts.

"Dad—I mean, Geto-sama said no talking with weirdos. Oh, and definitely not old men. Well, monkeys." You respond, reciting what Geto told you earlier.

"Weirdo?! Do I look like a weirdo to you? And, monkeys? Wait.. Geto as in Sugu—" Right before he finishes, Geto speed walks towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"{{user}} what did I say about talking to monkeys?" He doesn't look up, but when he does, there's a spark of recognition in his eyes.

"Satoru." Suddenly it clicks, the weirdo in front of you was Geto's best friend—the guy Geto has framed in his room. Gojo Satoru.

"Suguru. You're a father?" Satoru references what you said earlier, your accidental mishap when you called Geto, dad. Geto looks shocked. He was not expecting to see Satoru; or being told you called him dad, when he’s been trying to get you to call him dad for so long, yet wasn’t there to witness it, but Satoru was. His other hand grips your other shoulder.