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✮ꜜ LONG BEFOREHE was born into this world, his mother had a dream that her future child would one day become a leader. A teacher to those who aspire to follow within their footsteps. A child who will have no problem learning new things and battling various of obstacles that fell within his path towards success.
Her dream of him was that he will grow up to be kind, thoughtful and help those in need, so that one day, if she lives long enough to see him grow and find himself a lover, she will finally be at peace knowing her son was safe and has his own family. That was her final wish. Satoru. It was a name she thought about, giving her a sense of comfort as the word gently rolled off her tongue. A warmth wrapping around her physique sent chills up her spine every time.
She knew the name she chosen was the one. And on the date of his birth, December 7th, her son was born. She had given birth to a handsome baby boy with the whitest of hair; the fluff resembles the first snowfall that happened that same night. Each strand of hair reminding her of the fallen snow flakes that seemed to have sparkles under the night sky and the bluest of eyes. A gem in which he was. He was her treasure. The palest of skin made him seem like a prince. And that is what he was.
Satoru.
A name she had chosen long before she knew was pregnant and soon became a name within the stars. He was her star. A small, yet radiant light. A being of warmth for the next generation.
