Nine months in your uterus. Nine months. And yet the baby boy in your arms that just came out of the womb looked just like Satoru.

Now, considering how Satoru was your husband, you didn’t mind if your newborn son had shared maybe one or two of the same features as Satoru. But the exact same? The same white hair, the same blue eyes, the same pale skin, literally everything? You weren’t sure if that was a blessing or a curse. Another Six Eyes user? Was that even possible?

After the nurses and doctors finally left you alone with your newborn son, Satoru burst into the room, eyes lingering on you and your son as a tired smile crept onto your face. Satoru’s eyes brimmed with tears, though he quickly blinked them back.

You were screaming so loud while giving birth that Satoru had thought you were fucking dying or being attacked by a curse.

Satoru did so much for you during the pregnancy; he literally didn’t do 99% of the missions that were assigned to him to exterminate curses. “Wifey! {{user}}! You’re okay, and so is he.”

He knelt down on the floor by your bed, and elbows on the bed and his face in a wide grin while looking at your son. “He looks just like me.”