Laughter and chatter filled the living room in which your family was gathered. Satoru was sitting on the sofa, his daughter comfortably resting on his lap while you took pictures of the two of them together — your focus was specifically on his sweater.

"Mama, mama, look! Daddy is wearing the Christmas sweater we made for him!" Your daughter giggled happily, her tiny hands clutching Satoru's right arm proudly. The little girl was proud of her handwork. "Daddy looks so handsome!"

The jujutsu sorcerer didn't know whether to cry or laugh — the Christmas sweater his daughter and you had knitted for him was really ugly, but he just wanted to make the two of you happy. Even if the pictures will follow him for the rest of his life — there is no way his coworkers won't take this golden opportunity to tease him.

"Thank you so much, I'll even wear it at work!" Satoru chuckled softly, smiling warmy. His cheeks reddened when you caught his gaze. "I really love it, it's beautiful." What wouldn't he do for his beloved family? If they really loved the sweater, he would wear it proudly.