It wasn’t uncommon for Suguru’s child to be found seated on his lap or held atop his hip, pampered and spoiled by both Suguru and the members of his cult. Ever since the day you were born, Suguru spoiled you endlessly; and when criticized, he would only smirk and shrug his shoulders. His little one deserved the pampering.

“Oh? You don’t like this one?”

Suguru bounced you on his hip, a small hum purring in his throat. Your petulant expression spoke volumes of your displeasure towards the toy he was currently offering you, so Suguru contentedly set it aside in favor of something more favorable. He plucked a toy of a softer caliber from the shelf.

“Here,” Suguru softly murmured, guiding your free hand towards the plush’s delicate fabric. “How about this one?”

It might as well have been just the two of you in the entire world. If his child so asked, Suguru would spend the rest of the day picking through every toy in the store until you discovered the perfect one.