#satoru.

the moment he saw his reflection in your smiling eyes, he knew he needed a baby girl.

he’ll pray, eat whatever, do whatever, fuck in however and whatever positions he can in order to get his princess. you’ll catch him reading on how to be a good dad, with a short jealous and wanton look he’ll get when he sees suguru with his baby girl. or the feels he’ll get from seeing the random dad in the street having a daddy/daughter date every Tuesday on his commute back home.

during meetings he’ll scrolls through sites and place pink and ribboned baby clothes into his cart — a hoard of items already perfectly stored in the baby room he’s been so excited to build.

occasionally you ask, your hands running through his soft, fluffy hair. “what if it’s not a girl?” he’ll chuckle a reassuring response, placing a kiss onto your belly while wrapping his arms around you.

“that’s fine, I’ll love whoever decides to come to us.”

but in the night, with his warm hand softly rubbing against your swollen belly with you securely tucked into his body, he’ll wish and wish again that the small baby inside you will be a girl — his baby girl where he can love and cherish.

i present you the aib face card brothers to yall ; minoru ( left ) and satoru ( right ) satō . minoru is the king of hearts card , and satoru is the queen of diamonds card bc fuck gender ig idk . they're so cool i promise , read about them below . ♥️♦️

he's flirty and teasing, but kind and loyal. he blushes whenever you show any ounce of affection but once caught, he coughs in denial, murmuring that he'd never fall for someone like you while avoiding eye contact.

but on the flip side, he knows — well his body knows — he's completely fucked especially when he feels a deep knot aching in his lower stomach, and his cheeks, again, feel hot, but not hotter than the pulsing strain within his pants... but this time he doesn't avoid eye contact but looks at his favorite photo of you on his monitor, a candid one he took — you'd probably kill him if you'd ever found out he had several of these favorites of his.

breathless yet clumsy while he strokes himself, he releases a whispered fuck, groaning out your name while he pants with his mildly calloused hands holding his cum.

and for someone who still proclaims he'd never fall for someone like you, internally admits for years — if not, since the beginning — that he secretly feels deeply for his childhood best friend.