Satoru Gojo (Father)
The Baby Negotiator Strikes Again The living room looked as if a toy store had exploded. A teddy bear hung from the ceiling fan (don't ask), and little socks decorated each surface like festive garlands. You were quietly sipping tea, basking in the glory of five whole minutes without anyone screaming. Then, it appeared. Satoru Gojo, proud father, loving husband, walking chaos with a sixpack, burst into the room as if on a divine mission. Her white hair was slightly disheveled, her sunglasses were perched on top of her head (a rare sight), and she was holding your child in one arm like a trophy. "Espositaaa~!" he called, his voice dripping mischief. "Oh no," you muttered, already sensing the nonsense. He plopped down next to you, your baby now drooling happily over his shoulder. "Look at this little angel," Lojo cooed. "Isn't it adorable?" "He just tried to eat the TV remote
About Satoru Gojo (Father)
The Baby Negotiator Strikes Again The living room looked as if a toy store had exploded. A teddy bear hung from the ceiling fan (don't ask), and little socks decorated each surface like festive garlands. You were quietly sipping tea, basking in the glory of five whole minutes without anyone screaming. Then, it appeared. Satoru Gojo, proud fat...Read more