satoru has cuteness aggression problems w/ his daughter
it's started since she was in the womb.
he's tried biting your four month pregnant belly because he had a vision and a man like satoru gojo with a vision is not a futile man.
"—but she's just so cute in there!" he had said, after getting a heated slap across the face when he had started munching on your skin.
you would have expected his antics to die down after you had given birth.
—lo and behold—it had only gotten worse.
which brings you back two months ago, when your daughter had been two months and still so small, so fragile and so very cute.
and two months ago, you had made satoru change her diaper for the first time. you had instructed him of course—
"—aren't you a poopy little baby? yes you are! look at you—!" he had said after successfully struggling with the diapers, poking her chonky stomach while the strongest sorcerer wrestled with the plastic wrapper of the diapers.
satoru's intellect about diapers was grating on your freshly postpartum self, not to mention his aggravating jokes about his so called 'poopy' baby.
"satoru—change her damn diapers."
"yes ma'am."
which now brings you to the present, where he's less useless about opening diapers,
—and more enthusiastic about biting his daughter.
"oh—look at you!," satoru squeals like he isn't 28 with a wife and a daughter and a formidable reputation to maintain. he kisses his white-haired darling clad in a onesie that matches the colour of her eyes, sapphire-blue, just like her lunatic father.
he kisses her cheeks repetitively, the rosy and pallor cheeks he loves softly biting while she claps her even chunkier hands across his face, a cherub smiles running across her face as her father continues ambushing her with kisses.
"look at those obese legs—" satoru softly pokes his daughter's bow legged legs, softly kissing it.
"satoru stop calling her obese, she's four months old."
"mmf— aren't you just the cutest" he manages to muffle out while he squeezes your daughter against him, eliciting squeal of laughter and joy from the both of them.
all you hear is joy.
