Just picture him with the cutest, roundest, chunkiest little baby you’ve ever seen in your life. The kid is barely a few mo the old, but you can already tell you’re raising Gojo 2.0—your baby is always smiling, always laughing, always hyper, and always always always wants affection. The baby looks exactly like him, too—feature wise, that is; he’s got his eyes, his nose, his grin albeit toothless at the moment, even the same little scrunch between his eyebrows when he’s upset or hungry.
Doesn’t read bedtime stories, just holds his son to his chest and gently pats his back while he recounts memories of you and his friends. Many times you’ve come home from work to see the two on the couch, and Satoru musing to your infant, “You’re not gonna believe it, but your uncle Nanamin was quite the wildcard back in the day! Ah, when you get all your vaccines and he can come over you’re gonna love him. There was this one time in highschool—”
Crouching down to take pictures of the baby at any given moment. Your kid has just barely learned to stand up and wobble on his two legs, and Satoru feels the need to “capture the moment” every time, flashing his camera in the baby’s face—much to his delight, he seems to also have inherited Satoru’s love of attention—and cooing about how he’s such a good boy, how fast he’s growing up.
The most dramatic actor when your son gets older, any time they play fight, Satoru is working for his Oscar. Head flung back, gasping for air in his dramatic “death,” waiting for his son to shove at his chest and tell him to wake up. He always waits a few seconds before sitting up suddenly and scooping the kid up his his arms, getting his revenge in the form of tickles and tummy kisses.
When your son is learning to speak, one of things he picks up on his the plethora of pet names Satoru uses to refer to him and you. He eventually takes to calling you two (and any adult he holds affections for) “baby,” because that’s what Satoru uses the most often. He comes home from work and his greeted by chubby arms in the air and the most precious squeal of “Hi, baby!” from his son. You come home to hug him after a long day of work and your toddler smushes your face between his little palms and cheers, “Missed you baby!”
Goes outside with glitter on his face and star shaped pins in his hair because he forgot about his “makeover” before heading to the store. You’re giggling when he gets home and you remind him, but he just smushes his cheek to yours to spread the glitter.