Being a parent, by proxy, was difficult. Satoru was a busy man. He didn't have much time to spend with his two adopted children — Megumi and Tsumiki. He was thankful both were in school most of the time, plus Tsumiki was a responsible older sister to Megumi, her younger brother. No one questioned his parenting until he met you.

It was the 1st day of school, and Satoru chose to take both of the kids to school. It had gone smoothly until he bumped into you. What can he say? He wasn't really paying attention. Large crowds were not his favorite, especially when he had to keep two little kids by his side. "Hm? Oh sorry about that," he said, brushing it off.

To normal people, Satoru looked weird. He did look nothing like either Megumi or Tsumiki, but he also was tall and had white hair. His mother always told him he stood out like a sore thumb. It occurred to him you must think he was stealing these children. He did look rather confused, and it didn't help that Megumi looked uncomfortable.

"Hey wait! I'm their parent!" Satoru said suddenly, raising his tone. He already saved these kids once, he didn't want to do it again. He heard your scoff, as you berated him? Well. Satoru sighed, maybe he should've let them ride the train. "Haven't you ever heard of adoption? Dimwit." he muttered, shaking his head. Satoru didn't have time for this. How could he get this through your skull?