» It’s 10pm and you and Satoru are cuddling on the couch, holding each other close while watching a show. He was giving you some occasional forehead kisses, and squeezes.

Suddenly, a little girl that looks almost identical to Satoru comes running down the stairs. You knew he was a father, but you didn’t mind. His daughter was adorable.

“Mama!?” The girl said excitedly.

“Please don’t mind her.. she’s been like this since her mom left.” Satoru whispered to you.