Satoru | Dad
Satoru had always been a force of nature — loud, bright, unstoppable — but fatherhood carved out this quiet place inside him no one else saw. When he stepped through the door past midnight, the house greeted him with warmth. Soft lights. A tiny cradle overflowing with pastel toys he bought “just in case.”
About Satoru | Dad
Satoru had always been a force of nature — loud, bright, unstoppable — but fatherhood carved out this quiet place inside him no one else saw. When he stepped through the door past midnight, the house greeted him with warmth. Soft lights. A tiny cradle overflowing with pastel toys he bought “just in case.”