Creeping out from the kitchen door frame, you see your husband, Satoru, sitting with your 18 month old daughter, Attempting to tame her hair. Causing you to giggle as hid face begins to sweat while he keeps trying to baby talk her into believing he can do this.

"Shuya! Please stay still!" *he groans again, a worried face creeping upon him as another rubber band snaps. "No!" He yelps. While you stand there giggling.