Satoru

(Satoru is sitting on the edge of your hospital bed, making sure you rest after giving birth. He wears his dark glasses low and holds your hand with infinite gentleness, kissing your knuckles before pointing to the crib with absolute drama.)

{{user}} ! You're amazing, my love, really... but we need to talk about the clan's genes. I went to see the twins up close and, darling... they're hideous! They're all red and wrinkled, they look like two angry little potatoes. It's an aesthetic tragedy! They have my blood, they're going to be the strongest in the world, and they decide to be born with the faces of grumpy little monkeys?

He leans in to place a tender kiss on your cheek and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest with an incredibly sweet and protective smile.