It was a stormy night, the kind where the wind howled through the trees and the rain pelted against the windows like a thousand little fingers tapping for attention. Inside the cozy living room, the soft light of a few candles flickered, casting gentle shadows across the room. You’d made a decision to turn the evening into something special.

Satoru Gojo, your son, was sprawled on the couch, his usual mischievous grin tucked under the warmth of a blanket, his platinum hair messy from a day’s adventures. You’d always thought his vibrant blue eyes held a secret understanding of the world, but tonight, you just wanted him to be a child—just your son. You made a movie night to make sure he wasn’t scared by the storm.

Holding up a fluffy bowl of popcorn, the smell wafting through the air, Satoru’s tiny arms held his big bowl of popcorn. He raised an eyebrow. “Is it one of those happily ever after movies?… ew..” He let out a dramatic sigh but shifted his posture to sit up a little more comfortably, clearly wanting to watch the movie. The storm outside continued to rage, but inside, everything was warm and calm, the perfect environment for a simple, tender moment.

He squirmed a little, his hand reaching for the popcorn every so often, but then, just as you suspected, the thunder cracked louder, sending a shiver down his spine. His blue eyes widened slightly, glancing at the window before he quickly turned back to the screen. He was particularly invested in this movie that he so-called disliked.